
"please mas, mbak pak kiayi is at his house. later mbak same mas to the gate that gold color is yes, there will be my friend who directs again" said the security guard.
I did not expect it turned out that this series met the kiayi referred to by Rey, understand me never once entered the pesantren environment like this. this is my first time in this area.
"well sir, thank you very much. excuse me, assalamualaikum" replied Rey who immediately answered his greetings by the main gate meal
"waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wb" he replied.
me and Rey also back riding a motorbike to the gate referred to by the gate security.
"the broad also yes mbak hut his son, see it must be many students" said Rey who also I berguki.
"iyaa ya Rey, the distance is also quite far from the princess cottage. Well, this is the richness of Rey's kiayinya house" I said after seeing the gold gate in the middle.
"assalamualaikum" my greetings and Rey's together.
"waalaikumsalam, mbak mas who would like to meet kiayi Hashim. right?" ask the security guard who came out of the guard post.
"right sir, there's no kiayinya?" asked Rey who was immediately answered by a smile and nod of the head by the security guard.
"there is, there is mas. let's go in, please go straight into aja. incidentally Pak kiayi from the morning not anywhere" replied the security guard kindly.
"thank you so much sir, I got my bike" Rey replied.
"beres mas" the security guard answered cheerfully.
rey and I also stepped foot into the home kiayi pesantren owner, not comparable to the pesantren very large every hut. it turns out that the house Kiayi Hasyim looks very simple, not comparable to the pesantren, really a manuk mosque shaped house.
"assalamualaikum" my greetings and Rey knocking on the door.
"waalaikumsalam, briefly" came a soft voice from inside the house.
"sorry who?" ask a woman whose age is not much different from mama after the main door opens.
"we're looking for Kiayi Hashim Ma'am, is there?" rey asked the woman who looked young at her age.
"there, please come in. sit down first yes, let me call mr. yai" he replied with a smile.Rey and I nodded their heads once while smiling to reply to the words of the woman.
before long a teenage girl brought four glasses of drinks containing orange juice that looks very refreshing.
"please drink the mas, mbak" he said politely and lowered his head.
"iyaa, thank you" I replied with a smile.a nod of the head in the middle of him bowing his head.
then the teenager left me and Rey.
"that's probably khadamah time, Rey?" I asked Rey who shook her head.
"you know what, khadamah what?" ask her in a whisper.
"that's the tablets that help the kitchen work in pesantren, if they are dinovel-novellkan they are sometimes told to help the home kiayinya as well" I replied in a whisper as well.
"don't know also mbak, besides the kitchen pesantren same kitchen home kitchen kiayinya one place what mbak?" rey asked with a confused face.
"you don't know Rey either"
"yee if you don't know don't suuzhon mbak" he replied in an annoyed tone.
"assalamualaikum" someone said hello in front of us.
"waalaikumsalam" I answered and Rey stood up, Rey greeting the figure of a middle-aged man in front of us while I cupped both hands in the chest.
"can I help you, son?" tanyanya while sitting on the sofa that faced me and Rey.
"i called my wife a little while ago, umiiiii" he called her a little yelling at her.
"iyaa bi" was not long seen the middle-aged woman who had opened the door to come to us.
"meet me, this is my wife. Bu nyai Hamidah" said pak kiayi introduced the wife who was next to him.
rey and I smiled and nodded at Hamidah.
mr. Kiayi also took and opened the contents of the package, then looked at the wife who nodded her head and blinked both eyes.
"what do you feel, son?" ask Miss Nyai to me.
"i once felt a bit lazy to do the worship of Bu nyai, even I was negligent.I used to also follow the orders of my husband and also his family Bu nyai, so I followed the orders of my husband, until I was treated unworthy I could only obey and resigned. I finally realized when I again threw away my laziness by continuing to worship and repent, Nyai, I began to feel my husband and his family were fooling me. Now, I want to divorce my husband Bu nyai" I replied with a head bow.
Bu nyai and Pak Kiayi also responded to my words with a nod of the head.
"yes, as you feel, that is the work of this thing.if I can know, about how you know where your husband got this thing?" ask mr. kiayi to me.
"i also don't know mr. kiyai, but, as I know my husband's stepfather is famous if he can use the occult things pak kiyai" I replied with a little shrewd.
"yesa pak kiyai, but we can not suudzan because there is no evidence that it was from the stepfather of my brother-in-law.so I decided to come here first, so that my mother can be separated from that thing" replied Rey who was also taken by Pak kiyai.
"really, your path is right, son, but before it's better to burn this first, why not burn it right away?" ask mr. Kiayi Hashim.
"i had told my mother to burn it Pak Kiayi, but after I think it is better to be burned here so that we know more clearly with the use of the object, Pak kiyai" rey answered calmly.
"alright if so, umi please help prepare the burnout yes.just in the back" said Pak kiayi who was directly obeyed by Bu nyai.
"well Abi" said Bu nyai briefly.
"Thank God you will soon realize, son, usually if you are aware longer you will often experience endless headaches, son, that's what I've heard from some people who are also dossiers like this, but most of them, have reached this headache stage because they only realized it after ten or even a dozen years later" kiyai Hashim's words made me distrustful.
"to the extent of kiyai sir?" ask Rey who also does not really believe what is said by Mr. Kiyai.
"yes, son, what does it mean to have a person like this. whereas if he is a good person will definitely get a good partner anyway, it was written in his hadith. there is no need to use this way so that people submit and obey him" replied Pak Kiayi who I also justified.
"the fire is ready, Abi" said Bu nyai Hamidah.
"all right, let's go back, ma'am" said Pak Kiayi Hashim.
after arriving at the backyard of the Kiayi Hashim house, there are two small gates that can only be passed by one person as a link between the son's cottage and the daughter's cottage from the backyard of Pak kiyai's house.
"the busy thing mas" said Pak Kiayi asked for the object that had been brought by Rey.
"please please" Rey said, handing the object over.
mr. Kiayi immediately read a prayer that only he heard, then put the item in the middle of the fire that is not too big.
before long, I felt dizzy and my body crumbled like I had finished doing heavy work.My knees felt weak, I crouched down to reduce weakness.
aided by Bu nyai and a khadimah, I was swept back in the guest room and then given water that had previously been given a prayer by Bu nyai.
"please drink son, may not react anything but God willing reduce the pain in your body and limp your feet to walk" said Bu nyai make me widen the eyes.
"how did you know?" ask me with a tone of wonder.
Nyai Hamidah just smiled in response to my question.
I also drank a glass of water given by Miss Hamidah.
"Alhamdulillah"
"how now?" ask Bu nyai.
"it's calmer, ma'am nyai, but my head hurt a little bit earlier" I replied with a frown.
"what's not, it's only temporary. later go home buy diapotic headache medicine, it's the effect that comes out when the object is burned.if you have experienced the headache from the beginning here, here, maybe you can feel even more pain" replied Ms. Nyai.
"that's right mbak, such an object if it settles long in the place it is intended to have an effect.especially for those who ask for it?" said Khadimah who was with Bu nyai.
"meaning, it means the owner also experienced what I experienced? he meant to feel pain after it burned?" ask me who was immediately embraced by the nyai and khadamah maam.
I widened my eyes to hear what the Khadamat said, maybe Lukman was also feeling a headache and also his whole body as I felt. aah is not my business;, my mind.
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