Among Thousand Journeys

He was taken by Lek Muxin

“Master, I am the genie of Telogo Wungu,

pati area, I reached Mursid's body because

I sent people.”

“Sent by post? or lightning package?”

“Ya it is not, cook jin sent by post

hu..hu.hu..” then the genie told about

who sent it and because of what problem.

I released the chain that wrapped around the genie's body, stuck out my hand, and said

“least!”,

then the chains that bound the genie

it's gone, somewhere.

After his shackles were gone, suddenly the genie

the tempest was in front of me, I was shocked

but want to laugh too, because seeing the size of the genie sitting I am still as high as it stands,

Which makes me want to laugh because

his face was not creepy and funny. The eyes of the genie are large round, gnawing, his head is bald, but the former shave is less clean,

his nose was thick, and his lips were thick,

like a donkey's lip.

“Hey why haven't you left yet?” many wonder.

“Do you not want to make me a servant?”

“Ah what server? I'm not usually served, I

regular self-wash,”

“That's not what I mean, sir, but if you want

I can get you some barren rice from Pati,

good lo mr.”

“Ah what good rice gandul no need to promote,

besides I don't have a steady job, don't I

can pay you, it's gone!”

“Alright sir, then I beg you.”

“Eh wait a minute, fix me first ternit that you broke.”

“Good sir.” then the genie flicked my hand and ternitku back to how it was.

That is, after the incident I healed Uncle Mursid, I am getting known and every day

there are just those that come from fussy children, toothache people, headaches, internal diseases, external diseases, all come to be treated, he said, also I was often invited by Lek Muhsin to help people possessed by jinn.

But I promised Kyai that I was only at home for two months, I missed Kyai and the peace of the mountain cottage Putri.

Especially after experiencing an event that makes me feel how still

the science I have.

“Yan..!” lek Muhsin's voice called me, while I was on the internet, to see the message in my email.

“What's lek?”my word

“Later afternoon accompany me to Kalitidu Bojonegoro

yes?”

“You what lek ? Want to visit what brother?”

“Ah, usually there are people asking for help, his family is possessed.”

I just nod.

then after Ashar, I went with Lek Muhsin to Bojonegoro.

The trip to Kalitidu from my house is just

it took two and a half hours, from

my house, take the angkot, then change buses

majoring in Bojonegoro, take a car to

Kalitidu, this is going north, actually

passing south closer, that is from my house to Cepu, Bato’an and then crossing, until deh, will only eat longer, because from my house to Cepu there is rarely a vehicle, because from my home to Cepu there is rarely a vehicle, maybe all day waiting is not necessarily a vehicle.

So to be easier it has to pass

Bojonegoro, despite the muter path, but

the vehicle is always there..

Arriving at the house we were headed, it was late afternoon but the sun was still reluctant to the contest, the atmosphere was very quiet, we simultaneously said greetings, repeatedly, only appeared a half-old man.

Peci round cloth patterned with boxes of sarong cloth there perched on his head, The face of the man was a little moody, But when faced with Lek Muhsin he immediately smiled.

“Oh lek Muhsin, mari-mari, please dienak-

enable first.” after receiving both of us

so kindly the man went inside,

told his wife to get her drinks and food.

After all the dishes were available, the two husbands and wives also chatted with us, when I met the man named Soleh sir.

And his wife was named Hamidah, because his wife was a woman who was a village with me then knew Lek Muhsin, because he knew lek

the possession of the jinn, so then lek Muhsin was called.

“Initial how to in, kok the Marjuki

can it hurt like that?” lek muxin.

while looking at the memory of a few days ago Mr. Soleh immediately told me:

“True Ki you want mesantren?” ask sir

Soleh one night to Marjuki who was eating.

“Bener pack’e, I'm already saturated at home continue,

no development.” replied Marjuki while

chewing rice in his mouth.

“The cottage is heavy you know, if you mbangkong in your father's house is nothing to you, but if you mbangkong do not want subuhan, can be trusted with Kyainya, if you break the rules of the cottage you will be punished, are you ready? Tirakat in the cottage?”

“ Anyway I'm ready pack’e.”

“Then you want mesantren where?”

“How about in Tegalrejo, Magelang, pack’e?”

“Anywhere it doesn't matter if you're ready.”

Marjuki is the only son of Mr. Soleh,

his nature is cheerful and diligent work, sometimes

helping his parents in the fields, sometimes

working in someone else's place, what job

only, Marjuki is ready to do as long as it is halal, Marjuki's age has reached nineteen years.

Lately Marjuki feels lonely, because

his friends who have been accompanying him nyangkruk (hanging out) have gone all, looking for life experiences, there are mesantren there are also those who go to Jakarta, some are to Malaysia, some are, there are even those who go to Saudi Arabia, Marjuki is confused about where to go.

But after thinking, then Marjuki decided the mesantren only, then he also told his mother so that his wish was conveyed to his father.

And there was a dialogue that night, now he has gone to Magelang.

A year in the pesantren, Marjuki returns home

his circumstances have changed, he used to be jolly and

enterprising work, now often looks silent and very lazy, even he likes to go to seclusion in

the graves, and did the fast

strangely, even his room was painted in black.

Pak Soleh saw such a thing, willing to reprimand, but afraid Marjuki was angry, not infrequently

due to a slight mistake, Marjuki was angry

slamming plate.

It turns out that Marjuki has been dragged into studying

heresy, which is related to Nyai Roro Kidul.

It's been a few days, Marjuki hasn't been out of the room,

not eating, not doing anything, not doing anything,

from inside his room smells of java.

Every night stung his nose, his mother was very worried, so after there were five days in his room his mother knocked on the door, asked him to eat for fear of anything that happened to his child.

After a long time knocking on the door of the room, there came a sigh from the room, and the door

open-ended.

Surprised by the woman, Marjuki, who was unlike her son.

Marjuki's eyes were as red as blood, in the circumference of his eyes was a haunted black color, he said,

his nose snorted, from his mouth came drooling.

“Hmmm, who are you old lady? Disturbing course.” voice Marjuki, heavy erect fur rome. Sangars!

“Nak let's eat, later you get sick.” mother's voice.

Marjuki, among the fear of seeing things

her child.

“Jebleng, jebleng.

chicken blood and goat blood?”

“Udah mom cook sambal eggplant your favorite.”

“Damn, what am I? Cook the eggplant suambel die only you..”.

suddenly Marjuki's hand quickly grabbed her mother's neck and immediately strangled her.

Fortunately, his mother still had

yelled, so that the scream was heard Mr. Soleh who was cleaning the grass in front

the house, which immediately rushed into the house,

seeing his wife strangled his son, until

looks like his eyes want to come out, then Mr. Soleh immediately hit his son's hand so that

freelance giggling.

Seeing that someone hit his hand Marjuki also diverted the attack to the neck of Mr. Soleh, he easily caught the neck of Mr. Soleh and strangled him,,, and,,

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