ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

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..."Always feeling worried]...

Chest still felt tight as the eyes warmed up his petals even reflexes flickered quickly, hurriedly Ningsih rubbed it. It turned out that he was still unable to let go of the historic building of the ancestral heritage that he had been trying to preserve back had been destroyed. Only leaving the cement floor that has been cracked and the photos of memories that are now in his house.

Sighing deeply, Ningsih tried to calm her turbulent back heart. He came to this place just wanting to reminisce before the people who rented land erected new buildings.

The sand of two trucks that came yesterday, now mounts in an area that was once the Sanggar courtyard. Ningsih's chest feels like it's gagged, the longer it feels full.

Dissolved into grief, Ningsih until unaware there was a motorcycle stopped outside the fence. After parking his motorcycle, Mr. Agung who had just returned from teaching, stepped slowly closer to Ningsih.

"Sorry to interrupt, Dek Ning."

Shoulders turned, while stroking Ningsih's chest turned his head. Seeing Mr. Agung, the face of Bu Lurah was also imagined. Hate, but Ningsih remains friendly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Grand. What's up, huh?"

The sweet face that until this moment still had a special place in the heart and memory, made Mr. Agung stunned. Expelling a deep and sincere feeling is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand, but the Great Sir is very self-aware, not going after the girl he obviously cannot have, he said, moreover, the girl never seemed to have the same taste. After all, Mr. Great had heard from his wife that Ningsih was now very close to the new Forest Mantri.

At home only in the afternoon and evening, Mr. Agung hardly had time to interact with other residents. The presence of Jati only knows the news, has never met directly with the person.

"Emh, actually I've wanted to talk to Dek Ning for a long time, but I didn't have time to continue." The Grandfather stroked the nape to disguise the nervousness.

"Speaking about what, huh, sir?" Although he tried to be friendly, but the stiff tone in his voice made Ningsih sound crisp. Makes Mr. Grand even more nervous.

"Emh .. anu .. ten-about Bu Lurah and sanggar ...."

Grunting the circus, now Ningsih no longer wanted to pretend to be friendly. "Every action has consequences, sir. Why apologize to Ningsih? After all, Ningsih is not the owner of the hangar and ... Even Bu Lurah seems to have received his sentence."

Staring glued with eyes slightly widened, Mr. Great did not believe Ningsih could speak as straightforward as that. The Ningsih she had known all along was a friendly girl and her manner of speaking was smooth.

It had only been a few tens of days without greeting, Ningsih had changed. This back situation was apparently able to change someone so quickly.

Grandfather did not know what else to say, but to say goodbye, kok, it feels heavy too. He still wanted to be with Ningsih for the last time.

The desire of Mr. Agung was dashed at that time, when Jati came. Still on his motorcycle, the young man smiled amiably while nodding.

"Mas Teak ...." Ningsih smiled widely.

There was no longer any reason to remain here since the presence of Teak had already distracted Ningsih's entire attention.

"Good afternoon, sir."

Looking in surprise, Mr. Agung only realized that from then on his eyes continued to be glued to Ningsih. Hurriedly he replied to Jati's greeting, "Good afternoon, sir. Emh .. I'd better excuse you. Let's." Let's."

Rushing away, the Great Sir stepped up like a castaway. He did not know who the man was because he had only met once, but the Great Sir was sure he was the new Forest Mantri.

Next to the eyebrows raised, the eyes look ignorant at Ningsih who is still paying attention to Mr. Agung.

"Weight takes off, huh?"

"Weight take off what?" Ningsih. "Indeed, Mas Jati doesn't know who he is?"

"What exactly?"

"Sir Agung, her husband Bu Lurah."

"Oooo ... handsome, huh?"

"Male, yes, must be handsome, Mas." Ningsih knew that Jati was teasing him. He spoke while glaring then nailed to look at the small shrill bamboo trees swept away by the gentle breeze.

"When I want to see the nari training kids, I'm done."

"So, I'm afraid it might rain." Ningsih took a long breath. "There will soon be a shop here and on the punden ...." The girl bit her trembling lips.

Teak gently patted both of Ningsih's shoulders from behind. "It's getting dark, come on, go home, Deck."

Hurriedly Ningsih rubbed her eyes while nodding. He complied as Jati held him.

"A week away at the Daswi Reservoir is your orchestra, Dek. Watch, yok."

"What way, Mom?"

"Nyadranan Mahbang Village."

"Ningsih doesn't like orchestras."

While riding the motorbike together, they continue to chat. Some of the residents who passed by them smiled amiably. The closeness of their new Forest Mantri to the family of Pak Wahyu, is no longer a secret. Understandable.

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"Mas! There's Ningsih, there's Ningsih, bring piso in the room, Mas!"

Just parked his motorcycle, Mr. Agung was hit by Bu Lurah who was scared and raved it not because of it.

How could Ningsih be here? Iha, wong, he just met at the former sanggar.

"Thank God, the Great sir is home." The party appeared while patting his chest, his face looking pale and tired.

"When did he start doing this, Yu?"

"Not too long, sir. Lha wong, from earlier the hen kept in the room."

Like sitting in the sinking of spurs, the soul of Bu Lurah is always haunted by anxiety. There are times when he is very calm and just silent in the room, but can at any time rampage suddenly screaming hysterically, go, go, go. And just ran in fear while mentioning Ningsih's name.

"Sir Agung, mbok yes, Bu Lurah was taken to the hospital, lo. Poor thing."

"Yes, Yu. It must be."

Planning something, right, doesn't have to be koar-koar. Actually, Mr. Agung had contacted his brother in Surabaya, asking them to pick up using a car. He had already resigned from the teaching place - these days were the last days he entered work.

Bu Lurah is an only child. There are relatives of his father and mother, but they live off the island. Now only the Great can be expected.

Bringing Bu Lurah to the room, Mr. Agung continued to hug him until he fell asleep. Concerned, the man looked at his wife's face, filled with guilt for recently ignoring her.

Actually it is not the fault of Mr. Agung as well, Bu Lurah' who started it all. However, Mr. Agung married Bu Lurah not because he was forced, but because he really loved. However, that sense slowly faded when Bu Lurah began to often behave like an authoritarian ruler. I don't know when exactly, the obvious arrogant attitude and always underestimating is much worse when the woman began to take office.

Feeling depressed by his wife's attitude, Pak Agung inevitably so often compared Bu Lurah with Ningsih. She saw Ningsih not only as a beautiful girl, but also as an ideal female figure and began to think often about the girl.

In fact, had fantasized if Ningsih was his wife. However, no matter how high he fantasized, Mr. Agung was well aware that his wish was impossible to achieve.

Gently stroking his wife's hair, Mr. Great's guilt felt deeper and deeper. If only he could be a good husband, authoritative, more assertive and able to direct, Bu Lurah would definitely not be like this.

Eyes warmed, he hurriedly rubbed it. To make up for the guilt of having been banged up as a husband, Mr. Agung has decided that he will always be next to Bu Lurah. I promise, no matter what happens, he will not leave her.

Out of the room, Mr. Agung uses Bu Lurah's cell phone to contact someone-ask that person tomorrow come to the house. Mr. Yudi who just received a call from Mr. Agung looked stunned.

"Kok, even nglamun, to, Kang. Who's call, to?"

They were in the living room of a substitute herbalist house Mbah Taryo. Want to protest because the protective talisman that was wrapped in cloth and used as a black rope necklace pendant, did not work. They are still disturbed by the supernatural creatures of Nyai Bibet. Currently the shaman is still in a special room.

"From her husband Bu Lurah. Tomorrow we're told to go there."

"For what?"

Mr. Yudi only shook his head because he did not know what Mr. Supreme would do.

"Cancel!" A very thin man dressed in all black, appeared from the inside, approached them and placed a thick envelope on the table. "Take your money back."

"What does this mean, Mbah?"

"I'm backing down, Mr. Yudi. Danyang Sanggar and Danyang Punden were too powerful. I don't want to take any chances. The talisman I gave you is useless, to?"

"Sir, Kang. How is this going?" Mr. Candra his face immediately turned pale. Actually he was willing to give up, but Mr. Yudi still continues to hope on Mbah Sengon. Now, Mbah Sengon is also retreating. If Mr. Candra, anyway, it's better to give up too.

"Lethe shaman!" Mr. Yudi pulled out his talisman necklace and slammed it on the floor. "Come, go home, Ndra!" Take the envelope, then leave while grumbling.

(Switch: coward, cemen)

"Sir Candra."

His hands are blocked, Mr. Candra inevitably stops. "Yes, Mbah."

"Be careful. Someone is following. Better to back off before it's too late. Miss Lurah that could be an example, to."

"Yes, Mbah." Mr. Candra hastily left. As someone was following, he kept looking back.

Mbah Sengon picked up the talisman that was slammed by Mr. Yudi. Suddenly the talisman floated without anyone holding it.

"Oh, no, don't be angry. You don't see what? Someone's been after them."

The necklace momentarily circled around and then landed on the palm of Mbah Sengon.

The car driven by Mr. Yudi and Mr. Candra drove very fast on a quiet road that left-right was a plantation.

"Kang, just slow down, to!" Mr. Candra tugged at Mr. Yudi's arm. His face was pale.

"It's not me, Ndra! The oath!" Mr. Yudi tried to control the steering wheel while continuing to press the gas pedal, but it was useless.

"There's people, Kang! Ahwaaas!"

Avoiding someone who suddenly passed by, Mr. Yudi slammed the steering wheel to the left and ....

Brakes

The car hit a giant teak tree on the side of the road. The front of the dent is very deep, the hood is open and smoke billows, the glass shatters.

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