Among Thousand Journeys

Maak Asrifah

“Yes it's okay, the cleanliness of the human heart

reflected on his attitude, but if nanda wants to

I help, whether soldiers or property, then I'm ready to always help, just send

fatekhah to me once hold my breath, and ask what the child wants, then I will

order my men immediately

carrying out.”

“Once again thank you mother.for the kindness of mother, child only hope if one time child.

want to play here, to mother's place, mother welcomed me with open arms.” I said.

“Oh of course... whenever the child wants to,

my kingdom is open as wide as.”

“Thank you ma'am. I'd better beg you.”

I said as I got out of the chair.

“Let me drive to the gate.” said Dewi Lanjar.

And I was led, to the gate, and the kingdom was not seen, I

already on the iron bridge, in the northern part of Pekalongan city, I immediately shot home.

I feel like my experience is a process,

in my mind and judgment, if we will

mastering or becoming a ruler of a region, in the sense of conquering its dzahir,

then conquer the mind first, and I am very

thank you to Kyaiku, who has

to equip me with the science of the body of the succum, which I feel very many benefits that I can

take the.

The night is approaching morning, just now I entered my body again, after the horror of the tribe, there is a travel car stopped in front of the house, while

lowering passengers.

It turned out to be Husna's older sister, my wife. He had just returned from Saudi Arabia, working as TKW, his name was Asrifah. I don't really care, Asrifah's house is right next to the house I live in,

I clearly didn't know any brothers before

husna women, who work in Saudi Arabia.

After I found out that Mbak Asrifah has been

married and divorced many times, either

how many times, it always does not match her husband, which is clearly when it is a widow.

I'm not a person who cares about other people's business, even if it's my wife's brother. And also the business of Asrifah, I don't care.

Until one day I saw a man who often went in and out of his house, but he was living alone, then I began to feel uncomfortable, then I came to his house when there was a man in his house.

I warned you not to make a disgrace

family, and if you like each other so fast

get married, do not get raided by villagers.

I don't care if the guy's mad, or mbak

Asrifah offended, don't get anything

it's too late, while I'm quiet.

“Mbak, mbok until not to make things that shame the family, if it is the intention of marriage, marry well, intend to follow the sunnah of the Prophet, and look for Ridho Alloh..” I said after the guy came home.

“Ah is my business.., you are my sister, not polite advising me as your sister.” she said cynically.

“Yo ndak papa sampean do not want me to warn, I will just say, remember everything that violates the rules will certainly make themselves difficult.” said I try to be patient and as smooth as possible.

“You've taken care of your family, don't

take care of myself, do not be a pinter snob, I am older, better understand life, than you are a child yesterday afternoon.” he said still cynical.

It turns out that even though I warned but Mbak Asrifah remained with the man but not

together at home, frequent outside appointments

home, by borrowing my bike, but for other reasons.

The day was as usual, borrowed the bike, then

gone, but only half an hour away, he's already

back, on the bike and the guy

transported rickshaw, by accident, his legs

kesleo and the injuries, but it's good too

he finally did not go again.

Until one night, suddenly

Asrifah screamed in pain, her screams

until very loud, about 3 am, early morning,

all the neighbors were shocked, including me who was close to his house.

“Haduuh..! haduuh..! what am I!? I am this

wh why? shootout.!” so repeatedly.

I'm the one who's dhikr, just calm down, just calm down,

Husna and the other brother looked over, and Husna called out to me.

“Mas.., that's mbak Asrifah seen why..!”

he said he looked panicked.

“La why?”

“Yes already, told to be quiet, don't scream

yell, tomorrow taken to the hospital, wong tomorrow the hospital is also not moved.”

I said, which was indeed a bit covetous because of his behavior.

I did not look, until tomorrow he was taken to the hospital, I also went to visit, especially I am a man and mbak Asrifah was a woman, enough Husna who looked, and waited at the hospital.

“Mas.. kok diontgen no disease?”

husna said when he got home from the hospital.

“Ya maybe the hospital is less sophisticated.”

answer hence.

“Iya this is also sent to Semarang.”.

husna.

“Ya has been brought...” I said.

Finally, the Asrifah was referred to Semarang, where

Semarang said the disease gland tumor,

and it must be shined x for the tumor to disappear. And

the doctor's advice was taken, but it turned out

after passing that stage, it remains

Asrifah does not heal, two weeks at home

sick, then go home still in pain

whining, make neighbors on

complaining because of the loudness of the voice complaining.

It cannot be treated in the hospital and

the situation is getting more rowdy, then

the family also tried through alternative healing, while I just looked.

Various paranormal expressions, with

there are many ways to cure, there is one

the old woman, who healed him with

biting on the back and the affected part,

to many, the old woman

open his mouth before treating.

“You see all, look at this mouth of mine, nothing

what,” said the old woman, while

open his mouth wide.

After he thought everyone was looking, he then

biting the body of Asrifah's mother, and she opened her mouth, then from her mouth the old woman came out pebbles as big as marbles.

So over and over again, bite here and there, and there are about 6 pebbles removed. I don't understand the weird treatment, yes I'm silent

only, but Mbak Asrifah after being treated remains

just still screaming in pain.

Everyone is confused. Every day there are always people who treat Asrifah, but all nothing comes to fruition, still Asrifah screams in pain, indeed I see also the reality is very painful, until his hair falls out, if it hurts like that, it will hurt

once.

An old psychic, from

Jogja, admitted he is still the adopted son of Nyai Roro Kidul. He is tall, his age is possible

80s of years, when treating I was told

accompany.

“How is the disease mbah?” my many.

“This is indeed a person,” said the old man.

I, who was at that time completely lay with witchcraft, only hoped Asrifah could be cured.

Then the man took out a whip of gold, half a meter long, the body of the mother of Asrifah was whipped, after which his hands were told

stretched out, and from every finger of the ashrifah mbak issued a nail, also the toe was removed

spikes.

I'm not surprised, nor is it surprising, it's just me

just look at the nail removed, then the nail is given

at me.

“This will be planted in the cemetery.” he said

reigned me.

“Well I plant.” I reply.

The treatment was completed, he said

tomorrow will take the sent jin-jin

somebody's. I just wanted to, and

thanked.

The next day, the grandfather who yesterday was treating came again, this time it came night, he brought a saggy, I felt strange too, strangely the time before the grandfather came, the aura in the house of Asrifah was thick once, I felt strange too, even the lights of the house appear to be coated in black fog, so the light is dark...

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