Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman

Bab12. Tree House

The roar of the vehicle Aryo was driving broke the silence of the night. He put forward his legendary vehicle through the dark and the sunyinya road left right is a wilderness.

"Sir, is Handayani okay with the Jagad coming with us?" aryo asked his father.

"Yes, the original can't. But because the father of the same Jagad maksa, finally it is possible," explained Mbah Kromo.

"I'm just worried sir, he is now alone there is no guard," continued Aryo.

"God be safe sir! There's someone to take care of it" said Jagad.

"meaning?" aryo asked for further explanation from Jagad.

"I left something that God can take care of you at home" continued Jagad.

"Do you dare to communicate with them?" ask Mbah Kromo.

"Still afraid, but thank God they are getting used to their presence. They are also never strange, just keep the same ngokin me anyway," explained Jagad.

The journey to Mbah Kromo's house is quite far. The village is located deep in the forest. Fortunately, there is already a main path that can be passed by 4-wheeled vehicles, even though only in the form of arranged rocks.

Greggg....

The car stopped right in front of the wooden house with such a spacious courtyard. A huge tree stood beside the house.

"Loh, Mbah! Does the house of Mbah buyut not exist?" ask Jagad.

"Yes, it's been dismantled. There is nothing that comes from the empty meningan sold anyway, quite expensive sales," explained Mbah Kromo.

"Do you remember your father's house?" ask Aryo.

"Hehehe, I forgot pakdhe. Jagad only remembers the house of Mbah great-grandfather who has a tree house," said Jagad.

Jagad has not been to the village for a long time. The last time he came, he was 8 years old, and even then only to the house of the late great-grandfather and his grandfather. He rarely visited his father's house, because it was indeed his house when it was contracted to others.

A quiet and quiet atmosphere welcomes the arrival of Jagad. He walked closer to the tree house which turned out to be still in the same condition as when the last Jagad visited a few years ago.

"Heh, what are you doing? It's malem, let's go in and eat and sleep!" take Aryo to Jagad.

"Weh, Jagad! Oh, my God, gantenge!" sapa Mbah Warsi, wife of Mbah Kromo while hugging the body of Jagad. "The style is exactly the same as Yudha" he added.

Hearing his symbolic words, Jagad's heart was slightly pinched. He recalled his father, who was willing to sacrifice his life to protect him. His net bristles in the arms of Mbah Warsi.

"Mbok, not Yudha's material anymore! Kasian Jagad, even so sad!" aryo.

"Nothing pakdhe, Jagad is sincere. It's just, Jagad still likes to miss the same father," explained Jagad when Mbah Warsi took off his embrace.

"I'm sorry, le! don't think about it anymore, come on maem! Mbah had cooked a lot," invite Mbah Warsi while guiding Jagad's hand to the dining table.

"Was Aryo not being led?" Aryo Goda.

"Makane wedlock, wes tuek kok stuffing ask to be led symbok!" bangsa Warsi meledek Aryo.

Aryo has no partner. At the age of more than 40 years, Aryo is still reluctant to end his bachelorhood. I don't know what makes him feel at home to be an old virgin, his parents were already careless to tell him to get married.

Jagad simply smiled in response to the debate between the mother and the child.

"Later, if you're married then! Don't be rich, be an old virgin" Warsi told Jagad.

Jagad only fell silent, recalling memories of the past when he married his wife Kinasih. So many beautiful memories were ringing in his head, that in the end a painful memory was also wrapped in his memory.

The memory of when Kinasih had to leave left him was also his newborn baby. Memory when the beloved wife, must let half her tribe absorbed into the heirloom of Pakugeni after failing to fulfill his duties. And the memory of when, he had to swallow the bitterness of loneliness and longing without the presence of his departed soulmate. Until finally he closed his eyes in the lap of Kinasih who at that time had become the genie keeper of the Pakugeni heritage. That was the first and last time Joko Manggala met his wife after Kinasih died and her tribe was absorbed into the heirloom.

After the dinner ritual was over, Jagad immediately entered the room that Aryo had prepared for him. The room is located at the very end, side by side with a large banyan tree next to the house. It is clear that the tree house perched on a banyan tree from the window of Jagad's room.

Krieeett....

There was a sound of a window opening when the middle of the Jagad was solemn with his prayers.

Brakkk....

The window opens and closes on its own.

Jagad continued to pray without caring for the voices. I don't know what happened to him, since the accident Jagad like losing 80% of his fear. He seemed accustomed to side by side with things related to the supernatural and its contents.

After the prayer, Jagad immediately went to the window that had opened. The cold of the night wind felt so bone-chilling. Look at the dark garden beside the house Mbah Kromo, the net is like looking for something.

"You're back?" a voice sounded so slowly carried along with the wind.

"You guys still here?" jagad answered while looking at the tree house.

Without further ado, Jagad stepped his feet to get out of the house.

Brakkk....

Ki Beruk Klawu's figure was seen closing the window hard. Dozens of softeners also approached in front of the door of Jagad's room.

"A..., what's up? I just want to play with my childhood friends," said Jagad a little nervously.

"They are not as good as you think the Jagad," said one of the creatures in front of him.

"No, they're good! They never did anything bad. I've played with them a lot, there's no way they're evil" Jagad protested.

"Then let me take care of you!" ki Beruk Klawu.

"Ta..., but?" The corn is a little doubtful.

"Yes or nothing?" mencam Ki Beruk Klawu's.

"Ahh, alright!" Jagad also resigned to the decision of his guards.

He walked out of the house by stumbling. Because, if Mbah Kromo and the others knew, it was certain he would not be allowed. Especially considering it's over 9 p.m.

He climbed the worn-out wooden staircase very carefully.

Kraakk....

Bruggh....

Damn, the log that the Corn stepped on was so fragile. He fell down because he did not have time to hold on to the tree branches above him.

"Jagad, O God of Wrestling! You know why you fuck kene? Iki wes bengi, ngger!" shouted Mbah Warsi while running towards Jagad lying in pain holding his knee.

"Hayoh, a coward anyway? Wong told me to go to bed at night, and she was crawling mrene!" timpal Aryo who also ran towards Jagad.

Mbah Kromo looks only from the lips of the door while laughing at the sight of Jagad.

Aryo immediately pulled Jagad into the house. His right knee looked red and slightly swollen, making Jagad continue to grimace in pain.

"Oh, now you're sleeping! Don't go out of the house, danger!" aryo on the Jagad.

"I.., yes pakdhe!" answer the Jagad while holding in shame.

Jagad finally chose to sleep immediately so as not to feel too much pain.

Amidst the silence of the night, Jagad seemed to fall asleep with so much agitation. His sweat was pouring down his forehead and neck.

***

The vast expanse of infinite savannah welcomes the vision of Jagad. He walked slowly to a large mirror in the middle of the savanna.

It looks at the reflection in the mirror that reflects the image of an adult man complete with his navel. There was not a word spoken from the jaw or the man in the mirror. They just throw each other smiles and nods their heads.

Slowly the hands of the Maize began to touch the surface of the glass. He clasped his palm, and was followed by the figure of the man in the mirror.

The body of the Jagad appears to vibrate violently, veins poking adorn the yellow skin of the tangsat. The memories of the Jagad began to swirl. Like a memory that unreasonably transferred into Jagad. Jagad began to memorize and remember every study, mantra and also his inheritance in the past life. His soul seemed to merge with the image of Ki Joko Manggala in the mirror.

Krakkk....

The glass in front of the jaw shattered into pieces. The corn bounced far enough along with the pieces of glass. It's dark! The corn felt everything turn dark.

His eyes were wide open, he spontaneously sat up from his sleep with an irregular breath. He took a small towel beside his bed, he wiped his face and neck that had been soaked with sweat.

"What dream is that? How strange!" muttered Jagad while trying to remember his dream earlier.

The window of his room was open again. The night wind just barged in and made her a little cold.

The figure of a creepy long-haired woman suddenly appeared before Jagad who was about to close his window.

"Aaaakkkhhh..," cried spontaneous Jagad.

"Khe.., khe.., khe.., you come again boy,"

A giggle forces the Jagad to be dragged backwards.

"To...., toll..., long!" moaning Jagad while trying to release the creature's strangulation.

Seriate....