ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Increases Strength

..."Friend sehidup semati"...

"If the road is good, Mr. Salam's car will pass, to."

There was only Bu Lurah and a couple sitting on the sofa of the room which was almost filled with piles of cardboard, eggs, white and brown sacks, and, wrapped in plastic snacks children and many more items that apparently are merchandise.

The owners of this house are Mr. Salam and Bu Gemi, the richest man in the village, has the largest and most complete store, very influential. There are rumors that the wealth they have is actually the result of a gift, but it seems the villagers are not too dizzy. Take care of each other's affairs.

"I agree that the roads are repaired ...." Sucking a cigarette and plucking his ashes into the ashtray, the man seemed less enthusiastic in responding to the words of Bu Lurah. Just look at how he sits, leaning lazily, one leg resting on the other. "But if you have to dismantle the same hangar punden, I'm emoh!" emphatically.

(Don't want to)

"The same pundit's no use, lo, Mr. Salam. Even ruining the sight--"

"Dek Sri, you can't say that. On the punden and the hangar there is a waiter, Mbah Danyang the protector of this village." Ms. Gemi, a woman of childbearing stature, spoke while tucking a few strands of her short hair into her right ear. "It can't be arbitrary, to, Deck."

The sour face was enough to hint at Bu Lurah's disappointment. Of the few people he met, no one agreed that the sanggar and the punden were dismantled and the land leased. Implicitly, they do not mind if they have to pay high fees for road repairs.

Calculation missed. He was too happy to take those people lightly. It turns out that they uphold tradition more and are very superstitious. Pupus was already Bu Lurah's hope to be able to get allies.

At this time only Mr. Gonden can be made a loyal companion, Bu Lurah hopes, hopefully can be equally melted, equally perished.

Knowing his efforts to persuade will be in vain, Ms. Lurah does not want to talk much anymore. Say goodbye soon.

Just sitting on the motor, his HP was ringing, very noisy. Bu Lurah hurriedly reached into his shirt pocket, taking out a grey thing whose monochrome screen was twinkling greenish-yellow. The latest HP output, N3xx0, which is much smaller than the previous HP and is no mess, maybe in this village only Bu Lurah has.

" ... "

"Yes, Mr. Candra, just wait near the market. I'm going there now."

Very short conversation. After saving his phone back, Bu Lurah immediately drove off.

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At half-four in the afternoon, the sound of gamelan music playing on a tape recorder was heard playing from inside the sanggar. For two days Ningsih again invited the children to practice dancing in the sanggar.

No matter the chaos caused by Bu Lurah who wanted to rent this hangar land to a merchant, Ningsih instead looked for a new student and managed to hook three more children. The children are planned to dance at the village clean event later.

While Ningsih trained three new children, the five were left to practice on their own. Practicing movements that have often been done, but are still considered difficult while discussing. Laughter also often accompanies the course of training.

It seemed like they were not at all bothered by the problems that were raging in the village. Seeing the teacher so excited, they also became excited. Thought everything was fine.

The sound of music, the sound of children joking, the sound of Ningsih giving directions, plus the sound of a waterfall from the river located not far behind the punden, as if making their ears deaf to the other voices approaching.

They did not realize when the motor driven by Bu Lurah entered the sanggaran courtyard. After parking his motorcycle, Bu Lurah stood waiting for the black motorist who came with him to park outside the fence and together stepped onto the terrace.

The hand knocking on the door was quite rough, his eyes staring intently at Ningsih who had already turned his head. The girl did not immediately move because she was correcting the hand movements of one of her students.

"Yes a minute, Miss Lurah!" sahut Ningsih's. "Tika, Lilis, please help them. I have a guest." Ningsih rushed over with a cautious heart. His mood was immediately less good once he saw Bu Lurah's face. If he could choose, Ningsih would prefer not to meet him.

Unpatiently, before Ningsih arrived, Bu Lurah had rushed to meet and pulled him to the corner. "I told you not to practice here anymore! Kok, yeah, still ngeyel!" These firm whispers not only made Ningsih's eardrum hurt, but her heart also hurt.

Waving the rough hand of Bu Lurah who was still gripping his arm, Ningsih's eyes looked at the nanar. "I will stop training here if Mbah Putri himself forbids. Other than Princess Mbah, don't expect me to follow!"

In the past despite being angry, Ningsih was still quite polite by calling herself 'me' instead of 'me', but now the girl was completely fed up with being reluctant to ethically.

"Lack of mind---"

Tok tok tok tok

Both of them turned to the door at the same time, making the knocker shocked because the look on their faces and gazes looked like hungry wild animals that were about to pounce on their prey.

"Sorry, Ms. Lurah ..," said Mr. Yudi while smiling awkwardly and taking off his cowboy hat.

"Yes sir, just a minute." Bu Lurah smiled kindly at the man. His smile disappeared and changed his stern face as he looked back at Ningsih. "I'm warning you not to talk!" Then hurry up.

Holy hooch! You stubborn! Ningsih groaned in heart. "Bah Putri, don't just shut up, to, Mbah." The girl's face looked gloomy.

From the window slit, Ningsih saw Bu Lurah and the two men heading to the back yard of the sanggar. They stopped under a row of bamboo trees beside the river. The river cliffs were very high like a ravine, the rushing water was at its base, very steep to the point of being invisible from above.

"So the sanggar land got here? Also wide." Mr. Candra said as a mangosteen, seemingly satisfied.

"Yes, Sir. It feels like this sanggar land is wide enough to be used as a shop. So if you can, the shoulder doesn't have to."

"Well! Can't be so to, Miss Lurah. The initial agreement, right, the punden was to be used as a grocery store and this sanggar store building."

"Remember, Mom. The new mobile phone is Bu Lurah who gives it?" Mr. Candra chimed in on Mr. Yudi's words, his lips smiling meaningfully.

Not yet had time to respond Bu Lurah, suddenly rain fell like spilled water accompanied by strong winds. They run the rides to the terrace of the sanggar. Not frenzied by the water dripping from the hair to the face, the three stared in shock at the ends of the bamboo trees that were swayed by the fierce wind, there were even some who were like nodding, there were even some who were like nodding, the tip is almost touching the ground.

The strange phenomenon gets more strange when the incense sounds gamelan accompanied the voice of women grow. Thinking it was the sound of a tape recorder, Bu Lurah hurriedly looked into the hangar and was shocked half-dead to the point that it felt like the feet were no longer stepping on the earth.

Nyai Bibet was standing right in front of the door, smiling gracefully, but her eyes were frightening.

Standing glued as if frozen, Bu Lurah felt her whole body very light, it felt like floating.

Mr. Candra was still amazed by the movement of bamboo shoots that were like playing acrobatics, while Mr. Yudi began to realize there was something strange about Bu Lurah.

The man approached and could only frown at the sight of the children and Ningsih continued to dance, as if not distracted by the rain and strong winds that were sweeping through. And this, why is Bu Lurah just standing stiff like a statue?

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