Among Thousand Journeys

mr. Mahrus

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 that the light is dark as if the day, cloudy in the sky is very thick.

But I don't care about that, though,

there seems to be a group of genies

come to the house of Asrifah, which I do not know where this genie from?

That grandpa has started treatment, he

burning incense, the smell of incense

soaring filled the air, then he cast a spell asking the genie to go into the saggy and immediately a dark color like fused to form smoke, then slid into the sag, and the saggy was closed, and the sagging was closed,

Then the treatment is completed, then the sagil is brought to be thrown into the sea.

Various kinds of weirdness in treating.

But Asrifah there is no change at all,

or for a moment look calm not complaining

well, but a little later it's been complaining again.

I decided to face Kyaiku, in Banten, but I did not want to ask for medicine, because I did not want to burden Kyai myself, because whatever happened and I experienced, I did not want to, I'm trying to find a solution to whatever I face.

I'm facing Kyai.

“Kyai.. how to treat a person who

hit by santet?” my many.

“Later if it is time to do it, you will be able to do it yourself.” replied Kyai, and I agree.

I went home again, and a few days later I left for East Java, in my village there are people who used to treat the pain of witchcraft, with the method of moving the disease to goats.

Coincidentally who treated it my father my friend when in the boarding school Sarang Rembang.

I also went there, even though Asrifah was not

good with me, help people if you can

to break away from the personal ego that once was

disappointed, I am sure that every act of charity even as large as mustard seeds, will be rewarded as much

sincerity of the one who did amaliyah,

The more sincere one is, the less

limited reward received.

Got to where I was headed, who found

my friend at the boarding school.

“How are you doing Yan..? I hear

you are now in Pekalongan.” asked my friend

after he let me sit down.

“Alhamdulillah good Lil.., yes I mukim in.

Pekalongan.” I said to my friend who

kholilulloh.

“What's Yan.

my house.” asked Kholil.

“Sorry I troublesome.” I said

“Ah you are not ordinary-usually pleasantries, what is it?”

“Anu Lil, I want to ask your father for medicine

for my sick wife.” I explained.

“What pain Yan?”

“Ndak know Lil too, said the doctor was sick tumor

gland, said the shaman got danced, so

don't know what's right.” I explained.

“Wait for me to call dad.” said Kholilulloh go inside.

His father then came out, named Mahrus sir, his stature was short small, sir Mahrus including my idol, childhood if I

tracing the story of Mahrus sir is very

motivating me in running an amaliyah.

In the past, Mahrus was a very poor person, it can be said to eat everyday very

“That rice take on the floor, that I give you just-

only, if I pay it then you won't be able to pay, so I give it for free,

then the effort is collected, people want to eat well it must be effort, do not just ask for.” said his brother.

Zulaikhah's mother came home with rice

a handful of them he received, and cried in

ahead of Mr. Mahrus, and tell him that

experienced. “Sabar... Patience, in patience there is a reward.”.

said Mr. Mahrus comforting his wife.

One of the practices of Mahrus sir was to read sholawat on the Prophet as much as ten thousand,

Somehow at first, Alloh always gave a gift to his beloved servant. And Mr. Mahrus has the advantage of being able to treat people by moving the disease to goats.

Slowly but surely Mr. Mahrus is getting more famous, and his patients from all directions, until the road distance of one kilo meter is jammed if Sunday, if the,

because so many people came to seek treatment,

and very quickly Mr. Mahrus became rich, his small house was built like a hotel, the guests who stayed could get a comfortable room.

And he's never used tariffs in treating his patients, no matter how much he is

it will be accepted, if someone

very sick, and the man was rich, then

healed, not infrequently given is a luxury car as a thank you.

I immediately told him about the circumstances

Asrifah, Mahrus also gave water and

necklace of rajah bundle.

“Dik... later you buy a goat at home, this necklace is combined to the goat, and later after 3

the day is covered, the goats you cut, and

you skin it and you see anything in it that there is a wound or what strange thing, later you come here again, to report.” explained Sir

Mahrus.

“Then this water for what sir?” much

shows water in jerry cans five liters.

“That's for taking a bath of the sick.” clear sir

Mahrus.

“Oh yes sir, thank you.” I said while

give an envelope with money.

And I went home, arrived at Pekalongan

I bought a goat, and

throw the tattoo on the goat. A day is okay, it's natural that the goat

his condition.

But at night, the goats screamed, until the sound was hoarse, I saw

nothing, but the goat continues to mbak-mbek incessant and unhygienic, hehehe so kayak song.

The next day I see goats' feathers falling out, at some point the goats are screaming, if he can talk maybe the problem will be easier, and the goats can be asked, what is the problem, what is the problem, until he screams, but the goat is still a goat, still can not talk.

I actually feel sorry for the goats too, until the fur all falls out, it shows that the pain is not playing games, cook the goat pretend to be sick as well as impossible, but Mr. Mahrus's paw had to be cut after three days wearing a necklace, so I kept waiting

until the third day.

Until I often approached the goat and me

elus the head, I told you to be patient, for a second

again if only three days will I cut and he can breathe a sigh of relief, because it certainly will not

feel the pain again.

Strangely, Asrifah was no longer screaming

again, only the goat screamed with that voice-that's it until the voice was hoarse.

Until the third day, very early in the morning I quickly cut my goats, and I skin them. And really.....

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