Cajaroh

I was almost kicked out of the village

" Look, sorry before...

I now consider Mas Ahmad as my citizen. I'm not posited as Mr. Rois, so I just call mas" said the dukuh sir.

" Yes, sir, it doesn't matter what the call is.." I replied.

I actually knew the direction of their conversation.

" Where is his wife at home alone ? " mr. RT has a question, maybe he is a bit hesitant about me.

Because all this time I was quite helpful in RT activities. And move the youth.

But yes how else, the insistence or demands of his position as RT.

" Just at his parents' house, Mr. RT." I replied.

" What else is marahan mas ? I'm sorry about this, because I heard from the people. If Ahmad is now back in the old community.

Actually, we believed, you changed yesterday. But it was a citizen talk, because your friend came here.

It's a mess, wear earrings, it's already drinking here too he said "

explanation of Mr. Dukuh.

The dukuh sir just lectured me straight away.

" Truely this is sir dukuh, my friend was here to repent as well he said. And this has nothing to do with my wife.he came home because he wanted to rest because he was just pregnant young.

For the sake of keeping his body...! " elucibly.

" Judah gini only, this problem will be discussed in the LPMD Forum. Let's clear everything. Just prepare your answer or clarification. If citizens can accept it means we consider there is no problem.

But if the citizens can not accept, yes I and the ranks of LPMD can not do what it is up to the citizens just want" said Mr. Dukuh.

Apparently if Pak dukuh has been provoked, but not papa.

" O njih sir, I follow the rules and Tatip kampung only." I replied.

" Well wait for the invitation, we go home first, "well Mr. Dukuh.

" O njih sir, monggo ndereaken "jawaku.

The first plan worked smoothly, if I had been ostracized then Rofiq Cs would have a party. Celebrating victory, slightly reducing their alertness and movement. Then at that time the murder trial was held.

If I'm a suspect, then the next step is securing Jendul. While being detained first, until the case is over.

So during the trial I played audio recordings from the window. They will be shocked, and will look for a window. But the window is secured.

They panicked, Rofiq panicked when he and the gang were arrested. Then after I was proven innocent. It was then that Tuti was presented, to explain his chronology. According to the information from Lia as a key witness. And Lia's whereabouts are kept secret at the final judgment of the judge.

Hmmm sure also the plan of the police police, after that I only handle cases of mystical cases. Luckily Fatimah was at her parents' house. If he was with me, he would have been scared.

Eeh yes I have not vc today, mumpung still afternoon vc first ah.

Kangen also did not see the wife's face...

" Hello dear...! "

Kusapa via message first...

I saw Fatimah straight away..

How long is it so bad, huh..?

" I'm sorry this is khotimah...

Fatim's mother again checks for pregnancy.

It was pesen, if mas even told to lift first.

" Owh.. yaudah, not papa, but the body ?

Torturing guys what chick ? "

" Absolutely... Jealousy, huh ? " goda Khotimah's.

" hehehe.. Her name is also the wife of the deck...! "

" Let's relax, I'm looking after you This is checking in the midwife, women.

" Owh sukurlah thank you, brother...! "

" I don't use emhhuah emmhuah

hehehe joked...! "

" That's for Fatimah, let it be Fatimah who waklilin me only....!

😜😜😜

bye....

That's my chat with my cousin Fatimah, kind of weird but funny and sincere as Fatimah.

I went to the tomb.

On my old motorbike, I headed to my family's funeral in the next hamlet, which was about 2km away. From my house, the inheritance from my parents.

Only about 5 min I've been in front of a public funeral.

Bright moon...

although not a full moon, moonlight is enough to provide light. Because the tomb had no light at all.

The distance from the village is not too far actually. But it may have become commonplace for tombs without lighting. Maybe he thought the inhabitants didn't protest, hehehe.

I first changed the phone to airplane mode, so as not to be disturbed.

At once when reading the Quran, from the phone let it be bright enough from the light HP.

I choose to read At Taubah's letter first send fatihah.

And continued the reading of Tahlil, closed the prayer.

I didn't go home right after I finished. But I chose to sit on the side of my grandparents' grave.

It is said that my grandfather was a preacher in his time. That's my dad's grandpa.

Likewise with my mother's grandfather, who was killed when he wanted to pray at night in the mosque. And done inside the mosque as well. At the time of PKI Possible. I'm not so clear either.

All I hear is that my nature is declining like my mother's grandfather. Hard and temperamental, fearless. Said the man.

I half whispered.

" Mbah said people used to be scholars who are quite respected friends and opponents.

I want to continue your fight. In my own way, which is certainly different from the way of waste.

Since times have changed, methods must also be changed. I do not need to be a preacher who often talks in mosques and mosques. But I will tell the truth to anyone and anywhere.

There is no need for a stage and pulpit, because life has been considered a stage and pulpit.

I said it like it was spontaneous and just flowed. Even without my eyes feeling glassy.

" Akung from my mother died murdered in a heinous manner. So why am I afraid to die. Although I'm going to face it said it was Sabdo Palon's men."

Finish saying as soon as the wind blows. And I saw the moon covered in cloudiness, the atmosphere darkened. It might rain, and soon it rains. I had to stay in the shade.

Cungkup is a kind of small building inside the tomb of the usual elder. I don't know whose grave/flap, who can make shelter.

The atmosphere was getting quieter, only raindrops could be heard. Suddenly a flash of light from the sky grabbed a coconut tree. And what was seen was the lights of the people's house.

It was only dark night as if it would not be penetrated by the eye. It's pitch-dark.

I feel the creeps, like this is the darkness of the grave ? Or even darker...!?!

Ah why just bring a cigarette the match missed.

Aah come on, Wait a little bit.

In the dark of night's skin.

Arrive arrive...

I smell a very strong flower.

Wah there is only, when the gini even smells of flowers. Say what will disturb dark gini.

Aaah why also my fur goosebumps all this way.

Though look at the apparitions, anything ever. Even if I just look, Ibh from see.

Clot...

I think someone threw a pebble into the cup. Ooh, did I bring you a HP ? Why did I start from earlier.

I reached for a seat in my pants pocket, while the rain was getting heavier.

The sound of water falling so loud, as if complementing the gripping atmosphere.

Where was I, nothing..

Is it possible to miss in the tomb of sewage earlier ? Aaah there is aja.

Sayup I hear a voice like a singing person, but who hajn raining gini...???

Pocung...

Manungso kang kumalungkung

Ojo sok...

Koyo satriyo choose a match..

....

I just get more goosebumps..

Where it gets colder, I also take off the jacket because it is wet. When the rain arrived earlier. Although the distance is not far but still a wet jacket.

Oh, yeah, maybe my phone's in my jacket pocket.

But my jacket I put outside the hood.

I walked slowly, slowly

With great difficulty I finally found my jacket. Actually my HP is nailed down a jacket, hopefully not wet.

I Turn on the hp screen light to turn on the battery.

From the flame of the screen lamp hp, suddenly appeared a figure in a dress kebaya hair in a bun. And wearing the jarit typical of Javanese women in ancient times.

I was surprised by the appearance that arrived. It turned out that humming was diya, but his voice was like outside. I immediately turned on the flashlight on my phone to make it brighter. And direct the beam of light to the wall so that the figure is not offended. The reflection of the battery light from the wall, enough to illuminate the face of the figure.

Does not show a scary face at all face and appearance.

But his aura was powerful, looking authoritative. Much more goosebumps than pocong or other figures.

I shook when I looked at his face. The look in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate into my mind. If this were still human, it would be very authoritative and respected.

" I'm sorry, if my presence disturbs his calm. I just hitchhiked. "I said.

The figure did not answer, but it seemed to be getting sharper the look in his eyes. It was hard to describe his eyes gaze, kindly no, anger was not terrible no but heart-shaking as well.

" Well, if I don't like it, I'll go." I said again.

I want to step away even though it is still raining.The figure suddenly spoke..

" Wait.." she exclaimed.

I turned back my body.

" In your body there is a strong energy, is there a descendant of Sidiq Ali...? " ask that figure.

Sidiq Ali's ?

I know it's just Mbah Ali.

" Sidiq Ali who is mbah ? my name is Ali "manyaku.

" The one you just committed i ! " said.

" Oh yes mbah, mbah know ? Can I be found with my mbah ? " tanyaku.

" You encounter two equally powerful bloods. Sidiq Ali and his cousin Jafar Sanjaya, a line from your father and your mother. Your courage Jafar lineage the intelligence of the Sidiq lineage. It's time it's time.

You'll meet up when it's time.

Right now the two are preparing something for you." explained the figure.

I'm silent yet to max it out.

" You'll be the heir to Simo Ludro's bende. Look for it in the rock well gong..! " said.

Suddenly the figure disappeared.

I hurried to step home.

.............

After taking a shower and changing clothes, I returned to the living room.

Duh forgot hp is still airplane mode, can nambek nih Fatimah.

I immediately activated the data, and it was so active. Fatimah 4x tlpun Pak Yadi and wa from Jendul, Tuti and Lia..

Definitely take care of the wife first.

Sorry say...

just got home from the tomb, not in the tomb of heavy rain

forgot activin data.

eemmhuuuah

Then reply to Tuti and Lia, who ask when the trial is held

I said patiently, maybe even a little more.

While Mr. Yadi was talking

Somersaults report

" Rofiq has started to get people to find Lia."

Add more burden of mind.

Better hub sir yadi, sapa tahu not yet asleep.

" I'm sorry sir was new hp off at the tomb just came home." chat I kepak yadi.

There's no answer, no one wants to do it tonight. I saw the time showing at 00.17 WIB.

Ah it turns out itself is not good, in the room lying hard to sleep. This is how my wife would feel if I left yesterday. No one to talk to, let alone hug. Only a dumb, frozen pillow accompanied me.

In the morning, after routine morning prayers and bathing. Another routine is coffee.

At 5.45 am ready for coffee in the community along with kretek filter cigarettes. There are less, usually if there is a wife there is a companion coffee in addition to cigarettes.

Until the coffee runs out, Amir has not come. Want to cook yourself a little lazy. Out find breakfast ah.

...........

Morning is good to find chicken porridge. Cheap enough to make a stomach.

I run my bike to find a chicken porridge seller.

Eat here only, if you take it home bothered to wash your own dishes.

" Pulp 1 mbak, eat here." I asked.

" Wear sambal ? "asked seller.

" Yes "I answered.

When eating I was alone in the stall, street stall five.

A few minutes later, there have been 5 other buyers who came not together.

While enjoying the porridge, look at the passing of vehicles that began to crowded. "Hour entry to the office and school, my inner self.

That's almost 7 o'clock. Must hunt home.

When I was about to go home, I saw a small entourage of ugly motorists.

" It looks like rofiq's men.." My inner.

I whispered to myself.

Must be going to my hamlet, want to make a move.

Or want to find information about the whereabouts of Lia ?

Well seriously, I have to hub Mr. Yadi.

Ah.. Hp Home again, since waking up do not hold hp. My habit is always so, his people where hp where is not clear

Hunt me home, while following a suspicious entourage.

I followed it from a safe distance, fortunately wearing a helmet and slayer covering the face. If they don't know me.

I see where the group is going. If it is straight towards the fila, I have to contact Mr. Yadi immediately. But it turns left towards my side, ah lbh calm dr on straight towards the fila.

Ah if only mo slander me please, it means that they fall into a trap.

As soon as I found out they were headed for my hamlet, I stopped for gas at a retail gas stall. The right in front of the main jln enter my hamlet if from the direction of jln kaliurang.

" 2 liters of gasoline bu...! " me door.

Without answering, the gas seller's mother poured gasoline into my motor tank.

" The same cigarette Gg bu a pack, this money "I said.

Still without answering, handing me a pack of cigarettes with her return.

" So usually this mother jutek, if there is a family problem kok juteknya same buyer." inwardly.

I saw behind the storefront her husband also romance his face sour, his face bent like an empty wallet.

" That's why mr. E, so the usual old man. If you are used to living on the streets is difficult behind it. Although nyantri also, until the wife just choose to go home. Your son Pak said not to do that. Amit amit jabang baby." quipped the mother.

Owh so the mother was jutek and her husband also pouted look at me. Because I heard that rumor....

Incredibly fast news spread, so great that spread or so there is no other activity other than gossiping for certain people huh.

Ah, this is pura pura dengger.

Mending's coming home soon.

At home I thought, how far has the rumor spread. Almost not even 24 hours has increased points.

My wife came home because she was not at home, plus what else...Thought.

Not a minute from the time I thought. I heard voices.

" mir... Amirs.... Every day nyiramin plants, selling plants, you never see people come to buy....? "

Owh Amir again watered the plant.

Look inside who is it ?.

Owh turns out to be mom gossip troupe.

I look and feel at it from inside the house.

" Yes Mir, don't sell plants just for cover. Outside can be robbed, Nyopet begal. You never know what "

Even Amir was not given the opportunity to answer or talk.

" The heart of mir... Just now my son wa, he said your boss is alone with the widow porridge maker. And also his wife is now gone, right ? "

exclaiming a mother.

Hadddewh.... Cape gurusin the culprit of gossip, mengingan I left behind prepared a means of grafting durian and wine....

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