ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Yasmin Jalan Jalan 2

..."No matter how noble/great someone makes a big mistake, they will no longer be respected"...

The motorcade of residents who helped deliver the body of Mr. Padianto to the final resting place, flock across the path flanked by rice fields.

"Eh! Careful, careful. Oh, geez!"

"Stop a minute, gentlemen!"

"Here, here, this way!"

"Eeeh .. don't step on the grass next to it, underneath it's a muddy muddy deep!"

A small commotion occurred when the foot of one of the people carrying the coffin suddenly mired into the hole of the vehicle's wheel. Fortunately, it did not fall.

Two days does not rain, but in certain parts of the road still leaves a puddle deep enough, let alone added seepage of water from the rice fields. Vehicle wheels that have dried up become one of the things to watch out for in addition to the many rocks scattered.

The bad streets, have eaten the victims of Pak Agung-broken sandals when slipping stones. Foot barefoot does not necessarily make the man willing to be replaced by others. He still stepped hard even though the weight on his shoulder made the soles of his feet even more painful. No one had the initiative to lend him his slippers because they themselves needed them.

The cemetery of Dusun Lor is quite far away on the edge of the forest. Walking takes about thirty to forty minutes. Arriving at the destination, almost everyone present heaved a sigh of relief while wiping the sweat that soaked the face and neck.

Apart from the gloomy atmosphere because it is filled with graves and tombstones, the place shaded by large and shady trees feels very cool, like thirst-quenching water. There are some people who prefer to sit on the edge of the grave tiles to unwind, not to be confused with the ongoing funeral process. After the funeral procession that did not take long was completed, all the attendants rushed to retreat.

When they had just departed they were walking in a group, different again at the time of the return-dissociate looking for their respective paths. Many prefer to pass through the rice fields. Although narrow and a little muddy, but there are no rocks.

After the funeral, Bu Lurah refused to stop by the father's house. The anger of a child's heart, will still feel lost if there are family members who died.

That was what Bu Lurah felt in the deepest corner of his heart. Although very small, there is still a sense of emptiness because now he no longer has parents. While life is not considered when nothing new feels lost.

The absence of Bu Lurah at the home of the late Pak Padianto also raises many perceptions and prejudices. Footprints among the residents who help in the kitchen for the celebration can not be prevented.

They assume that Bu Lurah is a child of disobedience, insolent, have no compassion and many other assumptions.

Sitting on the living room sofa, Bu Lurah squeaks the base of the nose and temples. His head was getting throbbing until his eyes felt painful and watery. Leaning slightly up to make him feel more comfortable, slowly eyes closed and the sad face of Mr. Padianto immediately appeared right on it.

"Compose, Ndok ...."

Instantly, Bu Lurah's eyes opened again, staring up. There's no one.

Tok tok tok tok

Humped in shock, his body reflexively sat up straight. All the burdens of his heart were instantly forgotten when he saw the one standing at the door was Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra.

Nightmares and the death of the father that a moment ago had caused his heart to be broken, vanished without a trace, replaced by greed that was clearly implied in his sparkling eyes.

"Let's go in, gentlemen!" Incredibly, his legs that had just been gritted were now moving nimblely towards the guests.

"We have come to offer our condolences for the passing of Bu Lurah's father." It feels very clear that Mr. Yudi's words are just a small talk, but for Bu Lurah, it sounds natural and sincere.

"Thank you, Mr. Yudi. You are sick and sick." Somehow Bu Lurah was so good at telling lies. It feels like just sliding.

The age of sixty years is quite old, but the condition of Mr. Padianto has been fine. Despite having a history of high blood pressure, but almost never sick, let alone sickly as Bu Lurah said just now.

This time Bu Lurah's face did not frown, probably because it was used-every time met must be smoked cigarettes.

Without further ado, Mr. Candra took out a brown envelope from her pants pocket and placed it on the table. "It's a little down payment for Bu Lurah. Pretty, can make additional shopping selamatan."

Looking at the brown envelope that looked quite thick, Bu Lurah's eyes were increasingly sparkling, red lips smiling widely. "Well, thank you, Mr. Candra."

In a hurry, Bu Lurah took the envelope, placed it on his lap and covered it with both hands.

Smiling meaningfully, Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra glanced at each other and flirted.

Already fallen, Bu Lurah had unknowingly been trapped in the vicious circle set up by the two men.

At the request of the two who had been very impatient, Mbah Taryo finally sent a memento to Bu Lurah through them. Cigarette smoke exhaled by Mr. Yudi into the face of Bu Lurah was not just any smoke. It's a sirep that will make Bu Lurah obey whatever Pak Yudi and Pak Candra want.

"Mom, Mbah Dukun said, the weeks leading up to the end of this month is a very good time to start demolishing the hangars and pundens." Mr. Candra began to launch his intention, his way of speaking was very convincing.

"See Mr. Candra and Mr. Yudi. Anyway I agree. Whenever you want to dismantle and build, you two just set it."

"Well, then, how about we start by cutting down trees on the shoulder? Tomorrow I bring the chainsaw man." Mr. Yudi to the point of patting the table so enthusiastic.

"Bole, it can .. it can be once, sir." Bu Lurah was no less excited, his head nodded quickly.

Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra exchanged looks and smiled with satisfaction. With the help of Mbah Taryo, all affairs go very easily.

For some who do not have sirens and are still trying to block the demolition plan, it will be Mbah Taryo's own business. Whether what the shaman planned, Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra did not know, did not want to interfere.

Because the decision has been taken, Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra also immediately say goodbye.

Pak Agung who just returned from the home of the late Pak Padianto, had seen their car in front of the house.

"Who are they, Sri?"

"It's none of your business. Don't ask."

"Kok, like a realtor." Yes, my father has just been buried, Sri has been willing-

"It's not your business!"

Mr. Agung sighed heavily, shook his head weakly, concerned for his wife. His attitude, lo, is not as aggravating as one who is grieving.

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In the bamboo hut in the middle of the forest, a special place for worship, Mbah Taryo who was on her lips revealed a faint smile. Soon his desire to face Danyang Sanggar will be realized. Through Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra, the heretical shaman was trying to provoke Nyai Bibet. Mbah Taryo was so confident that he could defeat Nyai Bibet with the help of Ki Tumenggung and his prewomen.

Already reminded by Ki Tumenggung, you should not jumawa. Because, as expensive as ivory if broken useless. As great as Mbah Taryo who is famous as a magic shaman in the Madiun area, Nganjuk and surrounding areas, once made a mistake or lost, can lose face and be booed by his rivals. Even if he dies, which will be remembered more surely his humiliating defeat than the lunge of his greatness so far.

However, the curiosity of the power struggle has clouded Mbah Taryo's common sense. He did not think at all about the worst possibility because he was sure that he would be able to overcome Danyang Sanggar.

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