COBBY

Patangten

Mr. Kaji, a white-fisted man of about 50 years old. His face looked calm and parched. Her stature was large high with pure white skin. The religious figure woke up in the middle of the night, the door of his house was knocked knocking from the outside. 3 People came to his house to ask for help.

In the end, the religious figure was brought to the field next to the village hall. A student named Sani groaned with a terrifying voice. The male student was in possession in quite a severe condition, visible from the look of his face that looked blue.

Sani's right leg thumb is continuously massaged by Pak Kaji. Two takmir mosque initially overwhelmed holding the body of Sani who continued to move and wriggling uncharacteristically. But after Pak Kaji finished reading the prayer, Sani twitched for a moment and then fell asleep.

Exactly at one night, the previously gripping conditions are now under control. Mr. Kaji rubbed the sweat on his forehead. Although the air feels frozen, but handling a person who is rampaging trance is enough to make him tired.

Mr. Kaji walked slowly, getting into the tent. Greeting the 5 students who looked frightened with pale face helpless. One of them has a funny face.

"How's our friend doing sir?" ask Asrofi worriedly.

"Alhamdulillah has recovered. Let us together pray for a while so that our next journey is always in His protection," said Pak Kaji calming.

Pak Kaji sat cross-legged in front of the students of the nature lovers club. Mr. Kaji led the prayer, the tense atmosphere immediately turned cool and calm. Hasan breathed a sigh of relief.

"We say a big thank you, sir," said Hasan after he finished praying.

"Remember Mas and Mbak everything, before going anywhere do not forget to pray for smoothness and safety. Describe a departure for college, or campus activities as it is today with a good purpose. Especially if the njengan njengan all are in a place that is not yet known, always instill the intention for good. Where the earth is stepped, there the sky is upheld," said Pak Kaji gave advice. Everyone is watching carefully.

Mr. Kaji circulated his gaze, and saw a black crackle lying on top of the bed mat. He smiled at a glance.

"Emm, please everyone come out for a while, except for Mas whose legs are swollen," Pak Kaji pointed to Hasan who was sitting on the bed mattress.

"What's up?" nita asked, whispering in Asrophy's ear.

"Already, just recede," Asropi glared and pulled Nita's arm, inviting her out.

Pak Kaji sat down to Hasan who looked confused. Hasan's face clearly showed a lot of questions in his mind.

"What's the name?" ask Mr. Kaji after a moment of pangs.

"Hasan sir," Hasan replied briefly.

"His mother had been lost or could also be misled. In the area dialect here is better known as Kobeng. Right so?" ask Mr. Kaji to arrive. Hasan nodded quickly.

"His mother knows why Kobeng?" Mr. Kaji smiled meaningfully. Hasan nodded this time.

"Surely Mas Hasan did not know? Yesterday before leaving here Mas Hasan had to bring something like that?" Mr. Kaji continued to urge Hasan with his question.

"Ah, maybe this is what Mr. Kaji means," Hasan screeched as he grabbed his backpack. He took something from the bag-shaped part of the backpack on the left. An object like a clear brown pebble.

"Where did Hasan come from?" asked Pak Kaji grabbing something that is nothing but frankincense.

"My grandmother's gift sir. So, when I decided to join the exploration activities, my grandmother asked me to bring the incense. He said he had been winnowed," Hasan replied remembering.

Hasan breathed for a moment. Then he began to recount his encounter with Purbo and some yams and bananas that he got as by from Mak Nah. Pak Kaji mangosteen mangosteen listening.

"Yes all this is a lesson for Mas Hasan and friends to be more careful in the future. Later by the one in the crackle let me just take it?" Mr. Kaji smiled.

"Yes sir, please," Hasan replied quickly.

Meanwhile, Asrofi, Nita, Yolla and Laila sat in front of a campfire that left embers and charcoal that felt warm. Sani has joined, sitting in the middle of his friend. His face looked exhausted.

"I'm kapok gaes" said Sani, looking at the embers.

"What?" Laila asked half-sniffed.

"Celometan cotton," said Sani lirih.

"My body feels all the pain. Kayak just slammed with John Cena," continued Sani smiled wryly.

Asrophy cannot help laughter. Although just passing through a stressful and scary condition, in fact Sani is still Sani. Members of the nature lovers club who bring laughter, most like to be funny even if sometimes in inappropriate situations.

A few minutes later, Mr. Kaji came out of the tent. The man in white was saying goodbye while carrying a bag of crackles given by Hasan. Asrofi had asked Pak Kaji to wait for his entourage until morning arrived. But Pak Kaji refused subtly, and assured that everything would be fine.

Asrofi offered the envelope as a sign of gratitude, but Pak Kaji was not willing to accept it. Even Pak Kaji also refused when Asrofi was about to deliver him back home. Pak Kaji and takmir mosque chose to go home with three bells, using a duck motor that was changed like a dirt bike. Motorcycle tires used are the offroad type, it is suitable for village streets full of holes.

"We should rest in the tent" said Asrofi after the figure of Pak Kaji left. Everyone agreed and immediately rushed into the tent.

Hasan was still sitting on the bed mat. Seeing the arrival of Sani, he looks sumringah.

"I'm sorry Sani, as are all my friends. This is all because I was brought by from somewhere in the middle of nowhere," said Hasan, looking down.

"It's not your fault broohh. Even I'm wrong, talking about the origin of njeplak, eating from nyomot. A lesson for me" Sani quickly denied.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Everyone learned a valuable lesson this time. Where the earth is placed there the sky is held. The wisdom behind this disaster is called. The important thing is that we can come home happy tomorrow" Asrofi continued.

"It's not happy, really happy. We will be fined," Yolla pointed to the tent that was hollowed out by the possessed Sani.

"Yes too. BTW tomorrow afternoon I also want to go to RSUD," said Hasan arrived.

"Well? Your leg still hurts?" ask Nita to panic.

"Not that. I'm looking for the Purbo family, the people on the news are in a coma after a motorcycle accident. There must be a reason why I got lost this morning. After rethink, maybe I was outlined to meet with Purbo to be able to tell his family, that the soul or tribe of the man was in the middle of Kobeng in the forest of bead hill," purbo really is. All the mangosteen people agreed.

"We're coming along." All of Hasan's comrades answered simultaneously after exchanging glances.

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