Jin Conqueror Dribble
Chapter 8
Flashback 22 years ago...
One of Arya's uncles is a smart guy in her village. He is the older brother of Arya's father. People around Mount Kawi often ask for his help about everything that involves supernatural things. Whether it's for business sellers, getting a soul mate, finding lost items, to the most extreme thing that is teluh and santet.
No less than 3 to 5 people every day come to Aryan uncle's residence to seek treatment or express his needs to consult about the supernatural and metaphysical world. Until one night..
Tok.dok..
"Excuse me, assalamualaikum," cried a man standing in front of a carved teak door.
Czech ..krieeekkk..
A woman in her 30s pops her head while still holding the door leaf on the other side.
"Yes, wa'alaikum hail, what is it that you need to pack these nights to see you?" ask the woman.
"Sorry, is this Ki Dharmo's house?" Ask the man.
"Well, sir, what's the need?" tell that woman.
From the inside, a moustached, black-copied father came out of the dimly lit room. From behind the room there was a billowing smoke coming from incense being burned, as soon as one house was filled with the smell of smoke.
"Who's deck?" The man said to the men standing behind the door.
"This is why there are nyariin samean.". Answer those.
"It is permissible to enter not papa deck, Mas already knows what the purpose of coming here" said Ki Dharmo.
"Monggo sir please come in first."
"Yes Trima thanks mbak," the man looked down as he stepped inside Ki Dharmo's house.
When entering the house, the man clingak clinguk, because the air in the house is so strange and occasionally makes the hair goosebumps. On the wall of the living room, lined with several kris and spear eyes arranged in such a way as to add a mystical impression.
The strong aroma of the drink followed by the smell of Misik oil and Zhafaron oil mixed together to make anyone who is here will become nauseous.
"Please sit down first, let my wife blind her drink and prepare a small meal" Ki Dharmo said.
"No bother ki" said the man.
"Here you go, relax..Deck Isma, please make coffee," Ki Dharmo asked for help.
The parents who had been busy in the family room said from the inside.
"Yes a moment." - Ahut mbak Isma.
"I'm sorry about these nights coming to see you, introduce my name Trisno, I came from Surabaya Ki, I heard from my acquaintance, Ki Dharmo can help to deal with the selling problem," said Mr. Trisno to the point.
"Yes Trisno mas, I also already know what the purpose of the mas here, Trisno mas business has begun to recede because there are several new competitors who appeared a year ago." Answer ki Dharmo while lighting a cigarette Surya 12.
"Yes very true Ki, I also had time to go to and fro looking for the help of smart people, but still nil result. Finally I advised my colleague to come see Ki Dharmo." The word Trisno.
"Hmmm yes yes yes, I understand, I can do it, but there are two options, mas want to process a bit long but the terms are easy, or instant, but the conditions are difficult," ki Dharmo.
"Wow, if I want an instant, a quick Ki, if you wait a long time again, my business could go bankrupt first" replied Trisno worried.
"I was expecting to choose the second option. But, what about being ready with all the conditions I will apply?" tanya ki Dharmo.
"I am ready Ki, ready whatever the price and ready whatever the conditions." Trisno was convincing.
"Well then, I'll take note of everything that needs to be prepared," Ki Dharmo said as he took a piece of paper and pen while writing some notes.
"The whole ritual has 3 stages, the most difficult stage is the last stage of the ritual. Remember, once a ritual is performed, abstinence is to be stopped in the middle of the road. And don't forget, try all the conditions on the paper are available all when you come back here again." The message of ki Dharmo emphasizes.
From inside, out came Isma carrying a tray of coffee and fried cassava. Put that tray in the middle of the table.
"Monggo mas please in sambi." said mbak Isma while pointing a tray with the thumb of his right hand.
"The mbak maturnuwun." Mr. Trisno.
For a moment, Mr. Trisno floated his gaze onto the piece of paper he was holding. Nothing is difficult according to him. Not as difficult as the conditions given by previous shamans. But Trisno did not know how difficult the requirements of the peak ritual, the last ritual on Mount Kawi.
The conditions recorded on the paper include ijo 2 pieces, rice tumpeng complete with side dishes, one male chicken cemani, 3-piece chicken eggs, eggplant, eggplant, zhafaron oil one bottle, and honey frankincense one pack.
"Alright Ki then I say goodbye to go home first, in two days I come here to bring his things. I may be here a little afternoon Ki, because in the afternoon I have a meeting with the officials at my Resort Ki." said Mr. Trisno after finishing a glass of coffee and rose from his chair.
"Be careful on the street." Answer ki Dharmo while stepping to deliver Mr. Trisno to the front of the fence of his house.
After getting into his Pajero Sport car, Mr. Trisno opened the car window and nodded his head towards ki Dharmo.
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On the same day, at the public hospital precisely in the district of Gondanglegi, a couple were happy because of the presence of their new baby who first opened their eyes to see the beauty of the world. Yes, they are Aryan's father and mother. But the baby born was not Arya, but her late sister.
"Alhamdulillah yah ma, our baby was born safe, beautiful as his mother." praised the husband to his wife while holding his baby beside the patient's bed.
It was seen a woman who was still weak lying on the patient's bed, nodding and smiling. Tears of happiness gushed from the sidelines of his eyelids that I adhering to the occasional sweat dripping on his temples decorate his face that looks tired after 3 hours more struggle between life and death gave birth to his little daughter beautiful ones.
"Yes, thank God, our baby is healthy, what name do you want to give me?" ask Mell to her husband.
"Hmmm..how about Arini? Beautiful and beautiful name, right?" answer the husband.
"May also pa, good name."sahut Bu Mella.
The two of them cradled and occasionally talked to the newborn.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ridwan, Ms. Mella, we'll move to the ward." Said the nurse who had just entered the delivery room where Ms. Mella was lying.
"Yes please mbak." replied Mr. Ridwan.
"Oh yes sir, does the ari-ariya want to be brought home or the hospital that will bury it?" ask the nurse.
"Ohh yes mbak, I bring a skalian later I will bury at home" replied Mr. Ridwan.
"Good sir, after this I'll get you" said the nurse.
After the transfer of Bu Mella, and Mr. Ridwan has finished taking his daughter's ari-ari, he intends to immediately say goodbye to his wife to go home first to bury her daughter's children and immediately rest because tomorrow morning will go to work.
Ms Mella was in intensive care at the hospital until her condition was fully restored.
"Ma, papa went home first yes want to bury ari-ari Arini continues to shower and rest, tomorrow after returning home from work, papa came back here again," said Mr. Ridwan while stroking his wife's head.
"Yes, be careful on the road. Do not forget to eat first, papa right from lunch has not eaten, in the care of his health," said Ms. Mella.
"Yes baby, you also rest, hopefully quickly recover so that the three of us can quickly go home." Said Mr. Ridwan while kissing his wife's friendly forehead.
After saying goodbye, Mr. Ridwan also came out of the hospital, headed to the car park and drove to his home. Not to forget Mr. Ridwan stopped by the pottery shop and bought a sling (a covered jug that is used to store baby ari-ari before burying it) and bought some ingredients to complete the sling containing ariari's gonna bury it.
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