Brajamustis

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Teo looked carefully flipping through the file handed over by a man. Teo is like a director in a formal company. He wore a neat and tiered formal shirt, his long hair was also neatly tied and his face was clean. But who would have thought, he was actually the head of the mafia that controlled the drug and night world in the city. His molar roared in annoyance.look at the photo of Dul Karim. Initially, the Dul Karim Action was recorded cctv, then in screenshots and clarified.

"Immediately find out who this person is" said Teo.

"Okay boss" replied one of his men who had handed over the file.

Behind the glass of the oncoming bus, the face of Dul Karim, many parts of which were wrapped in bandages, looked bitter. His body was tired, his heart was tired, but his brain remained active.

If only his wallet is not lost, he can call his best friend in Kalimantan and ask the news of Ratih. But the wallet containing the important numbers is gone and he does not remember the number of his best friend. Dul Karim is sorry. One fortune he felt, the money he put in the front pocket because it was too much and did not fit in the wallet.

"Why my fate could be this bad." He remembered the chattering of his friend first, if the science of Kanuragan he learned can bring disaster.

Once you use it, your life will fall apart

Remember that Dul Karim shuddered in horror. He remembered how he had not believed at all the words of his friends and the stories his teacher often reminded. He even believes, if the power of science depends on the person. Like a knife, in the hands of a knife criminal can be evidence of crime. But on the contrary, if it is in the hands of a cook the knife can be something good and necessary.

After getting off the bus, Dul Karim continued to ride in angkot. Get off the angkot, he continued to ride the ojek. He deserves to breathe a sigh of relief, the smell of the village that used to be his playground as a child soon filled the recesses of his soul. Quiet village and there are still many big trees and hills. He remembered very well, how very excited he was to go and learn martial arts at the end of this village.

After getting off the ojek, he walked down the path up the hill. He then imagined how the health of the Master who had been for several years he left behind. Dul Karim kept going. The path looks clean and seems to still be used by people to go up the hill just looking for firewood or meet his teacher and ask for drugs or winnows.

Arriving to a spacious courtyard Dul Karim was stunned. The solid dirt yard as wide as a basketball field was used often for his martial arts training with his friends. But it's so lonely now. Maybe the teacher is too old to train martial arts or there are no more young people who are interested in learning martial arts.

He stared at a house made of wood still stood firm and clean. Slowly Dul Karim approached. Sepi to the bottom of the heart. The smell of incense and the smell of flowers. Like jasmine flowers, yellow flowers and so on. Before Dul Karim reached the door, it opened. The teacher also appeared. The old grandfather still looked healthy and had yet to hunch down. His gaze was still watchful between his already white eyebrows. He looked closely at Dul Karim, probably because Dul Karim's face was partially covered in bandages.

"I've been Master's caliph, I hit the building foreman with the science of the punch."

"That must be the case" said the Guru softly while throwing his face and sighing regretfully.

"I shouldn't have to give it to you. I also regret learning this science. What misadventures are you now experiencing Dul."

Dul Karim told me everything and at the end of it he wanted to throw that power out of his body.

The teacher shook his head.

"Can't Dul, sorry. That power is already part of your body now. Looks like you've completed the most dangerous last rite." Until there Dul Karim did not seem to understand.

"Abah, the ritual of torpor?" dul Karim asked in astonishment, "no, I dare not do it. It used to be dead geni time alone, I almost died for real."

"Inadvertently or unintentionally, you have been suspended" said the Master. It seemed as if he was confident in what he was saying, he could feel the aura of the people nearby. Dul Karim also remembered, he had flown when he was attacked by Hendrick's friends. At that instant Dul Karim felt real and lightly felt nothing.

"Damn!" in Dul Karim's heart was horrified. He remembered the words of his teacher when explaining what rituals he had to go through if he wanted to master the style of the Brajamusti punch.

First, there must be a lot of motion, can be silat or gymnastics and memorize champions of course. The opportunities are many and different at each stage. Second, cleanse yourself from greasy and fatty foods, meaning to be vegetarian. Then if it is completely clean of fats and oils (usually for a week) then rise to the third stage. Mutih fasting for seven days and seven nights. The first day ate seven pieces of rice and drank seven sips of water, the second day ate six pieces of rice and drank six sips of water. The number is reduced by one each day. When finished, rise to the level of nyepi (Not in the sense of religious holidays) That is, isolate yourself from the crowd, from the movement, from day and night and so on. Must not be visible to humans, must not move and must not be exposed to direct sunlight or exposed to moonlight. Even the wind cannot. Dul Karim Nyepi in a cave. Lastly, if it has been quiet for a week, the last ritual remains. His last rite was the torpor. Not at this final stage. At the stage of mutih or nyepi only the sick crowd even went crazy, especially in the stage of suspended animation where the way with all the body in the rope so that blood flow stops, especially in the stage of suspended animation, or drown for a few minutes in non-flowing water.

Dul Karim opened his palm. He looked at his right hand. After a few seconds he felt all the strength of his body rest on his palm. Warm felt. It feels hot over time.