Among Thousand Journeys

The orang2 Sakti

I got my bike in front of my uncle's house

Pursids.

After greeting, we immediately entered,

it appears inside also many people, with the men I immediately shake hands, it turns out also

a lot of suwuk (maybe elsewhere

called a shaman, but in my area called a handyman

suwkink, red.)

there's kang Nur. I'm actually more

getting to know this guy is a pencak silat coach,

I remember as a kid this guy liked to show his skills,

walk on the sword,

rolling on the thorns of salak,

eating broken glass and arching iron using his neck, in the crowd of August weekend.

Then the second salami is kang

Widji, this guy is often asked by young men

village of sciences spanking,

such as melting sekti, sekilan and others. Which I salami the third

it was my uncle, my father's cousin, my uncle's brother,

his name is Muhsin, he is famous in my area

as a person who cures disease

because possessed by jinn, possessed, and likes

fencing house, taking wesi aji, taking,

the others are ordinary people.

I also greet Muhammad the greatest son of my uncle Mursid.

After searching, I also found a place

sit down comfortably.

Indeed, after seeing the state of Uncle Mursid, really anyone

seeing will be pity because it is

his condition is very concerning.

His face looked old, but his age was not

more than fifty years but uncle's face

Pursid like a pull in, his cheeks like

going inside, his eye sockets also protruded

inward, until like a black hole,

his neck shrank, as if he were dragging.

All his ribs punching out, I see

uncle Mursid's face was holding back

the unbearable suffering.

Because the body of uncle Mursid did not dress may be a requirement of shamans, because many flowers of various colors in the

around her body, so I can see

her stomach.

Oh there's a lump in the stomach as big as

fist, I dare not ask, what

that it?

Suddenly uncle Mursid's body twitched

ngejang, everyone was noisy, Asiah's aunt was crying because she saw her husband like he was in terrible pain,

the suwuk artisans too

trying to help with all the power, there was a person who took out a stance, there was a blow, there was splashing water, the atmosphere was very tense, and I sat in the chair, looking from afar, looking from afar, oh I saw a lump in Uncle Mursid's stomach alive and moving around,

uncle Mursid moaned his feet

tracks but his body remains in place.

Ah horrify me. But the efforts of the suwuk craftsmen

it's of no use at all.

Aunt Asiah was crying

seeing the situation of her husband, also Muhammad the eldest son of uncle Mursid also cried on the left uncle Mursid. Suddenly Asiah's aunt

come up to me, and grab my arm,

“Dek Ian, please help deck Ian huhuu.

just look at. who knows his recovery.

left to deck Ian.., huhu.

from Banten can definitely treat..” I was shocked.

with my own index finger.

“I can't do anything, wong in Banten it's not

taught nothing...” I said honestly, but where would

people panicked to hear. I was playing with interest

with aunt Asiah. Suddenly I heard a voice

my mother is near me, “Try nang.

his fault was tried..” I never denied.

my mother then I also advanced to uncle's place

Mursid was put to sleep, his body still convulsing

spasm.

I really don't know what to do?

Pretending to poke, ah seems less wise, in the place of the sick.

I remember seeing Kyai treating people a lot, ah one of the ways I used to, at least there was something I did.

If it doesn't work, I won't be blamed,

wong is the one who has got the name as

a suwuk handyman, not succeed let alone me who

former boy ndugal.

Without hesitation I stepped forward, sitting on

to the right of Uncle Mursid, while in

to his left uncle Mursid is his son

his name is Muhammad.

I immediately sat down cross-legged, wirid that all this time

I read them, one by one I read them three times

holding my breath, all the creativity I gave up,

sense I concentrate, sense of subtle vibration

shimmered flowing from my navel in the direction

my palms, I thought out of the treads

my hand went into Uncle Mursid's body

wrap it, tie it up then pull it

come out, I hold it in my hand, then I throw it away.

Buk…!

The sound of a thump from the body of Muhammad

that one was to the left of Uncle Mursid,

the place I threw away what I took, I did not expect it would have such an effect. Now the young man is stranded backwards, then stands up and laughs, his voice heavy creepy, he said,

“Hua haha.This family I will spend, I will spend,

huahahaha.”

I don't care about Muhammad

possessed and cared for by suwuk artisans,

including my uncle Muhsin, I channel energy

again, channeling energy? Ah, more precisely me

it is as if to channel energy,

high level imagination. Uncle Mursid's body

no more convulsions, clots in his stomach

also no longer exist, do not count even if only

ngayal channeled energy, but huh my sweat

as big as a pea, luber up my shirt

wet, my right hand, right,

I pointed up the chest ten inches apart, without touching the skin, the left to the head also without touching the head, felt the energy roll towards both hands, slowly but surely, both of Uncle Mursid's eyes opened, then

sawiqu. “Oh deck Ian, thanks.” the sound

slowly but, the effect of everyone there crying, Aunt Asiah hugged me tightly, crying in a huddle, she shed her countless thanks, she said, how long has he been trying to find a cure to cure uncle Mursid who never realized for three months, even the doctor has also been unable, uh without me touch can

just healed.

“Why not from yesterday deck Ian, deck

Ian, I have exhausted my tears..” said bik Asiah,

still crying, she let go of his embrace, she said,

then kiss my left right cheek, then

sitting on the edge of her husband's bed, she,,

Seriate...