ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

stories about dad

..."Still, it doesn't change forever"...

...(.(.About custom)...

Those customs and traditions are impervious to heat, not weathered by rain. Forever will remain and be part of the culture. Do not destroy the ideals of those who want to re-preserve this ancestral heritage, Sri.

The voice of Mbah Putri was still ringing in Bu Lurah's ear. As fast as it came, so fast as it went. Rain and wind suddenly stopped with Mbah Putri who suddenly disappeared.

As much as Bu Lurah's heart refused superstition, it would waver too if constantly faced with strange events like that. However, his little heart still remained insistent, not wanting to undo the intention.

While Bu Lurah was still glued to the spot, Mr. Candra and Mr. Yudi exchanged glances, their eyes were still festering, their faces were still in shock, both swallowing saliva to wet their throats that felt dry. To convince myself that the rain just now was real, Mr. Candra touched the hair. Wet, there was even water dripping from his hair.

Mr. Yudi did the same, shaking his shoulders and arms as well. Wetter. Clearly wet. That means the rain was real. However, strangely there are no wet marks on the ground punden courts or in the grass of the backyard.

There was no sign that there was a strong wind. The bamboo trees were so calm, like they had never been swayed before.

"Ndra, it looks like something's wrong." Mr. Yudi muttered softly, after which cleared his throat several times. His throat still feels very dry.

Mr. Candra just nodded. His eyes were busy looking around until he finally reached Bu Lurah. "Kang Yud ...." This man raised his head until his chin pointed at Bu Lurah.

Looking towards Bu Lurah who was still standing glued, Pak Yudi rushed to touch his shoulder "Bu Lurah is okay, to?"

There's no response. The two men exchanged looks and both shrugged.

"Mr Lurah!" Mr. Candra patted Bu Lurah's shoulder a little rough, his tone was high.

"Geez!" Bu Lurah jumped in shock because of it.

Bu Lurah's face was deathly pale, whether water or sweat flowing down from the temple, his breathing slightly hunted down, and several times gulped as he patted his chest slowly.

Mr. Candra glanced into the sanggar, Ningsih and the children were still practicing, not bothered by their existence.

"Mom, we better get out of here. Let's talk somewhere else."

"Sa-I think it's better that way, Mr. Yudi. Come on, just go to my house."

The three left without saying goodbye to Ningsih. Not until ten minutes later, the two men were already sitting in the living room of Bu Lurah's residence, while Bu Lurah went inside to meet the Party.

"Make ice syrup, quick. Let me take it forward, you can go home."

Going to discuss things that are confidential, Bu Lurah did not want to take the risk so deliberately told the Party to go home sooner.

"Okay, Miss Lurah. Dinner's ready, stay warmed later."

"Hem."

It didn't take long, Bu Lurah had already returned to the front carrying two glasses of orange syrup ice.

"Come, please drink."

The two thanked him, but no one took the drink. It seems like there is something urgent they want to talk about.

"Pak Yudi believes in superstition?" There was no arrogance in his voice. Could it be that Bu Lurah has started to feel afraid because often visited by Mbah Putri?

"Believers do not believe, in fact the subtle creature does exist lo, Bu Lurah. And I'm sure the hangar and the punden really have a waiter." The way Mr. Yudi spoke seemed ordinary, like not considering the danyang scary.

"But, Miss Lurah doesn't have to worry." Mr. Candra immediately chimed in Mr. Yudi's words when he saw Bu Lurah's face frowning. "If it is needed, we can find a magic shaman who can repel the delicate creatures waiting for the hangar and punden."

"really it. We have a shaman sakti subscription that we can always rely on." The smell of tobacco splashed as Mr. Yudi spoke.

Bu Lurah who basically does not like pleasantries and straightforward, spontaneously scrunched his nose, can not stand the smell of tobacco smoke. However, Mr. Yudi did not bother, just continued to smoke.

So, actually from the beginning they have taken into account all the possibilities. The mystical things that smell of superstition have become something common for both. His name is also a merchant, it can not be plain, must have a handle and a smart person as a supporter.

"On that matter, I trust Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra alone. I don't understand and actually lack the same trust that's so."

Recent events have made Bu Lurah's heart not calm. But if these people have a solution, that's good. Leave it to them and he just takes it right. Thinking so, the burden of Bu Lurah's heart was slightly reduced.

"God!" Mr. Yudi was very enthusiastic. "If Ms. Lurah is having difficulties with those people, we can also help. No need to pack a fuss ...."

"Times, yes, sir?" Bu Lurah's face instantly brightened. Stupid time with superstitions or something. If there was an easier way to reach the goal, Bu Lurah would not mind at all.

Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra chuckled lightly. Then Mr. Candra said, "Then trust us all."

Sighing in relief, Bu Lurah's face immediately cramped. Whatever it was, he really didn't care. After hearing their proposal, Bu Lurah even more impatient to carry out the plan so that his wish can be realized immediately.

The eyes of the woman's heart were completely closed. The mandate as a leader that he must carry, ignored and more obedient to his own desires. Suddenly, the silence felt so gripping as the breeze blew carrying with it the sound of gamelan accompanying sinden. Bu Lurah stroked the crumbling nape, the atmosphere was cold like someone was blowing.

"Kowe cidro will ciloko, Cah Ayu."

(You broke your promise, you're going to get hurt)

"Ohs!" Bu Lurah turned his head and immediately realized that behind him was a wall. It's impossible for anyone to be there.

"What's up, to, Mom?" ask Mr. Yudi. The man noticed the wall behind Bu Lurah fixedly with narrowed eyes.

"It's okay, sir. Just ticklish, blown by the wind." Afterwards, Bu Lurah smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, already. Then we'll say good-bye first."

"Oh, yes. Please, Sir. Be careful on the road."

The two men rushed away leaving Bu Lurah who was still holding her nape.

"You're feeling weird, aren't you, Kang Yud?" ask Mr. Candra once he's in the car.

"Already let it go," said Mr. Yudi indifferently.

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