ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Father's Tomb

..."The news has been heard but the evidence does not yet exist"...

"If you're tired, it's best to rest, Ndok. Permission is not a day, right, it's okay."

Ms. Rusmini placed a plate of fried rice in front of Ningsih who was waiting, then sat down next to her. Seeing her daughter's face pale and lethargic, Ms. Rusmini became worried. Moreover, last night Ningsih was found unconscious in the sanggar.

At first, neither Mr. Wahyu nor Ms. Rusmini were worried even though it was half seven, but Ningsih had not returned home either. You see, Ningsih has been used as such, the preoccupation in the sanggar can forget time.

However, there is a strange incident experienced by Mr. Revelation. While still in the bathroom, there was a female voice telling him to immediately pick up Ningsih. At first, he thought it was the voice of Ms. Rusmini, but after the question was asked and replied no, Mr. Revelation immediately knew something must be wrong. His guess was proven when he went to the sanggar and found Ningsih unconscious.

"It's okay, Buk. Sleep well last night. Oh yeah, where are you going? It's not home in the morning."

"Go to sanggar, nabur kembang setaman."

A spoonful of rice that has almost entered the mouth will be placed again on the plate. Sanggar called, Ningsih immediately remembered yesterday's event with Bu Lurah, his appetite was lost instantly.

"David, Ndok. Don't do it, to." Ms. Rusmini took the spoon that Ningsih just put down and fed it. I don't want that girl to open her mouth. "Yesterday day and night no longer eat, now no longer eat ... what pain do you want, to, you this?" Ms. Rusmini was a little bit of a nag.

"Believers don't believe, in fact the subtle-beings exist, you know, Mr. Revelation." The sound from the veranda drew the attention of Ms. Rusmini and Ningsih.

Ningsih's forehead frowned, wondering who was talking to her father?

"Well, Mr. Jati early in the morning, have a walk ...." Ms. Rusmini looked at the veranda, Mr. Revelation came with the new Forest Mantri candidate.

"Kulo nuwun." Teak nodded at Ms. Rusmini and Ningsih. The young man's wide smile-whether why-it felt able to make Ningsih's heart shady, serene. To the extent that unconsciously Ningsih also smiled widely.

Sweetness ....

Teak's eyes continued to stare at Ningsih. The curves that adorn the two cheeks of the girl were able to make an oval face that once looked just sweet, now more unsightly and feels special.

Dugh

"The du du du ...." Just bumping into a chair, actually not sick, the effect of his surprise that made Jati spontaneously complain.

"Be careful, to, Mr. Teak!" Ms. Rusmini immediately stood up to help fix the slightly tilted chair.

Ningsih had laughed amusedly, but the laughter faded immediately when she realized that Jati's gaze was straight past the top of her head, even a faint nod did not escape the girl's attention.

"Please sit down, Mr. Teak."

The young man's shoulder was a small one when Pak Wahyu touched his arm. Smiling awkwardly to cover up the misdeeds, Jati slowly sat down, her eyes occasionally still twitching towards Ningsih.

Pak Wahyu and Ms. Rusmini, who saw Teak from a different perspective than Ningsih, were unaware of what their daughter was aware of.

"Sir Teak, would you like some tea or coffee? Let me make it."

"Thank you, Miss Rus. Just coffee."

His attention was only distracted for a while, but when he looked back there, the ivory yellow woman who was standing behind Ningsih was no longer there.

Women are very beautiful, her face looks like Ningsih, but her skin is yellow, unlike Ningsih who is a mature sapodilla.

The truth is that women are not human. There was no evil aura, but it seemed to be feeling displeased. Who is that girl?

Silent, both thinking about things that feel very awkward, unconsciously Ningsih and teak fixated on looking at each other.

Seeing that, Mr. Wahyu and Ms. Rusmini also exchanged looks and smiled together. They thought the two young men were being struck by the thrill of romance at second sight.

Since yesterday, precisely after meeting Ningsih, Jati has often wondered about Ningsih. Even then when accidentally met Mr. Wahyu on the market road, who was asked, yes, Ningsih, so Mr. Wahyu invited him to stop by. While the road tells about otherworldly creatures.

By the way, actually Jati Siman has the ability to see and communicate with subtle creatures. No wonder he could see the existence of Mbah Putri which was actually always around Ningsih.

After breakfast, Jati Siman said goodbye, today he must return to Saradan, his old place of duty. He came to Pangangan Village just to look around the new service place that he will start to occupy next month.

Today the village of Pangangan is constantly hit by rain. Earlier this morning when market hours were still going on, the rain subsided, but shortly after the market closed the rain fell very heavily for about an hour. After that, stop again, then go down again. Keep it that way until the streets are muddy. Even the sand used to stockpile a very muddy road was eroded, along with the flow of water.

Among the people who are reluctant to travel in the weather is not conducive like this, it turns out there is still a reckless woman.

When the rain subsided, it was already late in the afternoon, Bu Lurah rushed to go out of nowhere. From the village to the highway ride a motorbike, then the motor is cut off at the daycare. After that, take the bus.

When returning, Bu Lurah had to turn through the path of the neighboring village, which although more muddy, but at least passed through housing and there is lighting, which is better, compared to passing through a muddy rice paddy road for two and a half kilometers without the slightest lighting.

Because it rotates, it's certainly much longer. Entering the village gate was seven o'clock late 

When passing through the area of pundens and deserted hangars dimly, people usually honk or say hello, but Bu Lurah who does not believe so, did not do it.

Continues to go at moderate speed without any thoughts of sorts. Unexpectedly, right on the road in front of the punden suddenly the engine died.

Ow hell! The motor breaks down and the drizzle starts to drop. How's this?

Bu Lurah hastily restarted the motor. Once, twice, three times.

Get off the motor and take shelter under the resin tree, his eyes look around, then he really realized where he is now.

The mood felt so silent. In the dim golden light, pundens and sanggar surrounded by plantation areas and bamboo trees look creepy.

Like there are whispering voices in the rustling of drizzling water that increasingly becomes heavy. The trees swaying in the wind look like strange creatures dancing.

Bu Lurah is not superstitious, but the hair can not be prevented to react, the nape is bristling, the head feels fluffy.

The feeling so bad, he hurried up to the bike and tried to turn on the engine. I tried many times, but there was no result.

The wind is blowing strong. Unnatural coldness pinched the skin, the taste pierced to the bone.

Among the roaring sounds, a faint sound of gamelan accompanies the voice of women who are developing.

Traditional lan budoyo ojo violated amargo destination olo. (Adat and culture should not be violated because the purpose is not good)

Eling .. elingo marang kang Panguoso. Dunyo Iku mong grill agawe stop by ngombe. (Remember ... Remember the Ruler. The world is just a place to stop by for a drink)

Bu Lurah did not bother with the sounds. He assumed it must have been a sound from far away carried by the wind.

Because the motorbike is not alive, Bu Lurah was forced to lead his motorcycle home. The distance is quite far, circling the market and then walking straight on the muddy road approximately five hundred meters, then enter the alley uphill about one hundred meters.

Hearing the noise when Bu Lurah opened the standard motorbike, Mr. Agung who was waiting for the arrival of the wife, rushed out.

"Geez, Sri, how come you've just come home? No motorbike sounds either."

"Tomorrow the motor must be serviced!" Not so heedful to the aggrandfather who looked anxious, Bu Lurah went straight through him.

The whole body is soaked, want to shower immediately and change dry clothes. The stomach was also rumbling from earlier.

Because if this night the Party goes home to his own house, be the Great Pak who bothers to serve Bu Lurah.

After eating while nagging because his motorbike suddenly broke down and had Pak Agung take him to the workshop tomorrow, Bu Lurah went to the living room, sitting on the sofa while looking at the pile of paper in the map.

Already memorized the habits of his wife, Mr. Agung did not want to interfere, preferring to enter the room and rest. Kok, yes, it just so happens that the motorbike breaks down tomorrow on Sunday, interrupting the time to relax.

The drizzle still continues to fall, Ms. Lurah also continues to be engrossed with the papers, whether what documents.

Tok tok tok tok

Shoulder squealing, his eyes instantly scrunched the wall clock. Who's been visiting at eleven this evening?

The atmosphere that had been ordinary, suddenly felt gripping when the sound of knocking was heard again.

"Who?" Bu Lurah's voice was quite loud, because the distance between the middle room and the main door was also quite far, where there was a drizzling noise as well. If you don't scream, you fear not being heard.

Silent. Very quiet and gripping, the sound of knocking that continued to be heard forced Bu Lurah up from sitting.

"Who?!" It was already standing in front of the door, but the sound of knocking on the door did not stop either. "Who?!" Bu Lurah raised his voice.

"I."

"God's dragon! For God's sake!"

Bu Lurah jumped, hurried away, his steps staggering to hit the pole.

The beautiful ivory-yellow woman was standing right in front of the door, it suddenly appeared beside Bu Lurah just like that, so Bu Lurah was shocked amazingly.

"Who are you?!"

The woman smiled slanted. "I'm Nyai Bibet. Ati-ati nek tumindak, Sri." (Be careful in action)

"What's up, to, Sri ...." The greeting of Mr. Agung made Bu Lurah once again surprised not dumbfounded.

Soon his attention was distracted, the female figure had already disappeared.

Nyai Bibet, all the citizens have heard his name also adore him, but as the saying goes, the waves are heard, the sand is invisible.

Adored and glorified by his name, but what Nyai Bibet really did for the village, other than as Danyang.

Not heeding her husband, Bu Lurah rushed back to the living room to tidy up the papers, then walked into the room.

The Great did not wonder anymore. Already used to face the habits of his wife who are sometimes difficult to understand, especially since serving as a lurah.

Sriwedari who was known when he was in college and when he was only a teacher, was different from Sriwedari who is now Lurah Pangangan Village.

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