ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Bringing Mr. Raja and Ms. Surti to the city

..."Wasting his master's property"...

The streets are pitch black, to save electricity the residents have turned off the street lights. It's midnight, no more people will pass by. Especially in the weather like today.

The drizzling and whirling sounds of the wind were heard so clearly in the silence of the night. The leaves and twigs that rub against the roof, like long hoofed fingers are clawing. The curtain fabric waved softly like someone was blowing.

After checking a lot of paper, either paper anything, Bu Lurah fell asleep on the sofa in the middle room. The papers were neatly tucked away in a green map placed on the table.

The ivory-yellow woman stood staring at him. His lips curled a little and blew. The map suddenly opened, the papers that had been neatly stacked in it immediately scattered everywhere.

One sheet landed on Bu Lurah's face, the paper that looked very worn, disturbed his sleep which was not sound. He wanted to open his eyes and move, but his eyes felt sticky and his body was very limp, to move his fingers alone was difficult.

"Sri ... Sri ... Sri .... Kowe tego, yo." This voice sounded faintly by Bu Lurah, it felt like it came from a very far away place.

(Kowe tego yo: you have the heart)

"Who?" This question only echoes inside Bu Lurah. The current situation is like between conscious and not.

His limp body the longer it felt heavy as if something was overlapping.

"I'm Nyai Bibet, Danyang sanggar. Kowe's descendant Parmun, but you're acting olo. Ora good blazes."

(You are his descendants .. Your actions are evil. Not at all appropriate)

Parmun was the grandfather of Bu Lurah, the first lurah of Pangangan Village who founded the sanggar. So, indirectly there is a moral bond between Bu Lurah Sriwedari and Nyai Bibet.

Nyai Bibet did not want to hurt the descendants of the person who had built a special place for her. A place built as a form of appreciation and respect because it has been allowed to build a settlement in this place.

Two large trees on the punden are the abode of Nyai Bibet and Ki Gopet. Through a dream, the two asked that the two trees should not be cut down. Until whenever it can't.

Choosing a sanggar as a form of appreciation because in the past this village was still newly built, the population was not much and still more in the form of forests than villages, often heard the sound of gamelan accompanied women to grow in the area of two large trees, occasionally there is also the appearance of women with yellow ivory dancing accompanied by gamelan bonang musical instruments, and, she was taken by a handsome young man dressed in a palace.

The danyang did not mind sharing a place and coexisting with humans, as long as their tranquility and special territory were not disturbed.

All this time everything was going well. Although they cannot see the existence of the danyang, the residents still believe they exist and always pay respect. It was unexpected that there would be people who intended to damage it and that person was a descendant of this village pioneer himself.

Used or not, it is appropriate that the place is maintained, if necessary preserved because it is an ancestral relic dedicated to this village.

Nyai Bibet just want to wake Bu Lurah so as not to act kebablasan. Danyang sanggar it will not hesitate to wrath if Bu Lurah does not heed his warning, and still continue the intention to dismantle the two sacred places.

"Go! Don't come any closer!" This scream was only in his mind.

Bu Lurah's breathing was ragged, his chest until it looked up and down very rough, the sweat grains continued to flow soaking the face and neck.

In his mind Bu Lurah saw, as he stepped closer, the hand of the ivory-yellow woman stretched out like she was about to strangle.

His eyes were staring at the nanar, lips were turning a thin, cynical smile. "Dolend your intentions, Sri! Paste it! I know your purpose! Don't be a fat meat diver, you!"

"Noooo!" Ms. Lurah cried out hysterically as the hands in her flickers touched the skin of her neck.

"Sri!" Mr. Agung was pulled out of the room. Arriving in the middle room, he found his wife's hand was moving wildly, like it was attacking blindly. "Sri, wake! Wake up!"

Plaques

One punch landed in the face of the Great Sir. The man hurriedly blocked both of his wife's wrists, then held them in one hand, and the other hand shook his shoulder roughly.

"Sri, wake!"

"Go! Aarrrggghhh!"

Shaking his head here and there, very wild, Bu Lurah made Pak Agung overwhelmed until forced to hit his arm hard enough until finally Bu Lurah opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of the house, his breath hunting, and his breath hunting, sweat pouring.

"Come, move to the room."

Bu Lurah looked at her husband. His forehead frowned, his eyes narrowed. After a while he reacted, suddenly pushing Mr. Supreme and sitting straight up.

"You want to kill me, Mum?!"

Still trying to balance themselves so as not to fall because it just hit the table, did not blur the face of Mr. Agung frowned confused.

While stroking his neck wet from sweat, Bu Lurah looked at the nanar at Mr. Agung. "You're suffocating me. Yeah, right?" The accusation without basis was pronounced without hesitation.

"About you! That's when you had a nightmare screaming like a trance so I came out. Look at this my cheek still hurts you hit." The Great Sir stroked his cheek.

The nightmare? What was my nightmare? The woman was silent.

"Tsk, the important papers on the floor are all."

Bu Lurah's attention was instantly distracted, suddenly his face stiffened. "Don't take it!" Hurriedly he got up from his seat and snatched a piece of paper that Mr. Agung had just picked up from the floor. "When I go back to sleep, I will."

Thinking that the wife is still affected by the nightmare that has just been experienced, Mr. Agung just obey what he said. Sighs and shakes a little and then steps away.

Mr. Agung did not end up thinking what dream Bu Lurah? How can they accuse me like that. Kills. Just-there's.

The rest of the night passed quietly. As soon as morning came the sun shone very bright, the horizon was brilliant blue.

Tough legs of the father farmers, some are walking, some are pedaling bicycles, moving eagerly to visit the rice fields that were submerged yesterday.

From the terrace of the house, Ningsih who was sweeping took the time to wave at a group of teenage boys and girls, in gray white uniforms who were about to go to school. They used to be his students when he was Junior High.

Hearing the clang of the standard sound of the bicycle, Ningsih hurriedly looked at the veranda. The room was as large as a house, but without walls it was two steps higher than the terrace.

Seeing the tattered clothes worn by his father, Ningsih immediately knew where the father was going.

"Mr didn't go to the village office? Not even breakfast yet, anyway, already want to go to the rice field."

"It's only seven o'clock. You're just a minute. Wanna see how things go. Hopefully not washed away. Have Mbah Pariman who rice fields near the river, he said."

Mbah Pariman's house behind the house. So, Mr. Wahyu had met and chatted while cleaning up the garbage in the back garden.

"Not a flash flood is grateful, sir. Yeah, already. You be careful the road must be slippery."

Big round eyes accompany the departure of Mr. Revelation until the concerned disappeared in the corner. Then, staring at the road alley that prints the soles of Mr. Revelation and the wheels of his bike. The coral sand that was poured a few weeks ago was washed away.

"Breakfast first, Ndok!" Ms. Rusmini looked out the window.

"Yes, Buk." While keeping brooms and pengki, Ningsih entered the house through the kitchen door.

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The sun that feels quite stinging, the feelings will not be able to be defeated cloudy. It's the opposite of yesterday.

At the Village Hall, Bu Lurah stood looking out facing the road, like he was waiting. It had been almost an hour that the woman was there. Initially pacing around while occasionally talking on a cell phone - in Pangangan Village the thing still included quite a luxury item that not everyone had.

Towards noon, Bu Lurah took Mr. Gonden away, riding their respective motorcycles.

"The Revelation! Kang!"

Hearing someone call, Mr. Wahyu who was chatting with Ningsih in the parking lot of Junior High School bicycles, happened to be a break time, rushed to say goodbye to his daughter and ran to get a little to Pak Kasun Kulon.

"What's up, to, Pur?"

His name is Purwo, the person is still very young, sepantaran Ningsih.

"Bu Lurah same Kang Gonden left, he said there was business. Is it possible to meet the same survey officer that Kang Wahyu said this morning?"

Frowning, Mr. Revelation felt something strange. Survey officers from the district should come to the office first as a form of courtesy.

After all, why did Bu Lurah and Mr. Gonden go away impressed secretly so.

"Come, come with me, Pur. Just screw it up, you're in front."

"To sanggar?"

Pak Wahyu just nodded while continuing to walk to the parking area.

Meanwhile, Bu Lurah and Pak Gonden are already on the back footpath of the sanggar, from there, both the punden and sanggar are equally visible. Together with them were two men with a beautiful look. The two were the ones Ningsih had seen in front of Rumah Bu Lurah, two men wearing huge jewelry.

"In this sanggar and punden land, the plan is to make a big store, like the agent where I'm going, the same building material store." Middle-aged man, wearing a hat commonly worn by beauticians or the cool term cowboy hat, pointed towards the sanggar. "A big bag near the market, roadside pisan."

"So roughly when can this be confirmed, ma'am?" The other man, younger, dressed casually, a t-shirt and many pocket shorts, spoke.

"Patience first, Mr. Candra. At least, it'll end the show." Ms. Lurah who is usually arrogant, now looks like a dead flea, said she was smooth and polite, even smiling kindly.

"Well, Miss Lurah doesn't want to be immediately ...." The man in the cowboy hat moved both hands in front of his chest, demonstrating that he was driving a car.

Bu Lurah's face immediately reddened and Mr. Gonden's eyes sparkled. Basic humans are not trustworthy.

The sound of the motor distracts them. In my heart, Ms. Lurah was quite surprised to see Mr. Revelation coming, but on the surface still looks very calm.

"Wow, what are they, how do you know we're here?" Mr. Gonden was unable to cover up the shock on his face.

"Shut your mouth, Gon!" Bu Lurah rebuked, but when he spoke to his guests again sounded friendly, "Pak Candra and Pak Yudi just calm down. I take care of it."

The way the two men stared was accompanied by a slanted smile, looking very demeaning to the other person. However, it seems that Bu Lurah did not bother.

"What the hell is this, Miss Lurah?" Pak Wahyu stood in front of Bu Lurah, but his eyes rose and quickly noticed the two men who were clearly not people from the district. "Who are these people?

"Kang, talk later at the office, not tasty---"

"Shut up! I asked Bu Lurah, not you!"

Mr. Gonden immediately closed his mouth, his eyes glanced at Bu Lurah who looked calm instead of afraid. His chin was raised haughtily.

"Sir Candra and Mr. Yudi should go home first-"

"Can't! Explain first what this---" is"

"Recidence!" Bu Lurah snapped, even calling Mr. Revelation without frills.

Climbing not a bitch, Pak Wahyu and the others, except for the two guest men, nanar looked at Bu Lurah. 

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