Kisa Mystical While Living at the Stage Home.

42 Upon arrival at the destination.

After performing the mangrib prayer, I folded my face and put it in my bag.

"Sorry to ask, where is the destination Cu" asked the grandmother who was beside me, who was also busy folding her face.

"My goal is to be haunted by nek" I answered honestly, with all the women jama'a turned towards me with a sharp look.

There was a feeling of uneasiness, when they looked at me like that, but I still looked mediocre, even I kept smiling rama towards them.

Again they did not reply to him, even they again chattered to each other

"There's really a purpose for what you're there for" he asked, looking back at me fixedly.

"There's a problem I have to solve there grandma" I said.

"Ooh... Yea be careful, do not forget to ask for protection from ALLAH" he replied in a whisper.

I nodded and then left.

While the other jama'a have started to disperse one by one.

We continued our journey back to the haunted forest, which is now a kilo meter from the village we had stopped by, that means it will not be long before arriving at the destination.

Along the way to seven locations, we no longer see the houses of the inhabitants standing on the side of the road.

There are only corn and banana plantations owned by residents who decorate the seventh journey towards the forest.

From a distance, white and thick smoke covered the road we passed.

"We'd better stop here" Ustad Zein said. The car stopped in the middle of the road.

We came down from the car, and the atmosphere around the border between the garden and the forest was so quiet and dark.

At first glance my eyes caught a black shadow flying down to the forest area, which was now only 100 meters away from where we were standing.

The atmosphere around was immediately changed instantly, as if there were already thousands of pairs of eyes watching our arrival, so that my hair never ceaselessly bristled.

The sound of howling dogs began to sound clashing with each other, such as giving a sign to our arrival, various kinds of smells began to smell and what was more pungent was, the smell of carrion that came from nowhere.

I wanted to spit out my stomach, but I kept holding it as much as I could, as did papa, doctor Ardi, and ustad Zein.

Each of them closes their nostrils using their hands.

"Before entering the forest area, we read the verse of the chair even more often" said Ustad Zein.

We also read the verse of the chair in advance, before stepping back into the famous forest area so haunted.

The four of us stepped back down the path with the help of flashlight lighting. Which we had prepared when we were about to leave here.

"Lina, please mama son, hiks...hiks..." there was a voice of mama calling my name, followed by a heartbreaking cry.

"Mama" I muttered looking right and left as I continued walking.

"Keep walking, and ignore the voice that calls your name" said Ustad Zein who stood beside my right, while on my left was my father and behind me was Doctor Ardi.

"Well Ustad"

I no longer paid attention to the sound, my gaze continued to focus forward, until we finally entered the forest area that was really so gripping.

"It's enough to get here" said ustad Zein, and we stopped while looking around the forest.

Ustad Zein made a ring line using his stick, which he had just down from home.

We also sat cross-legged in the line of the circle according to its instructions.

While I sat cross-legged in the first small circle, facing toward the ustad zein, while they sat in the second circle which was a little bit big.

"Lina held this stick, then close your eyes after that read the seat verse and other short verses" he said.

I also follow the instructions of Ustad Zein.

"Don't open your eyes before I tell you to" he said.

"Pronounce Qobiltu, when I proclaim the verse to you, and read the verse when you want to need something, then what you want is immediately in your hands" said Ustad Zein who continues to give me instructions,I can only nod too.

Now I feel the cold coming into my body through the crown, so I shiver a little cold.

With both eyes still locked, I could see the white smoke that started flying towards me.

"Do you see your mother, if she tries to keep calling her" said Ustad Zein.

With the view still a bit fuzzy because of the smoke, I also began to see my mother like a person who was in a daze.

"Mama!!

"Mama, this is Lina ma" she called me, but she didn't care about my calling, she didn't even recognize me.

Because my form was also there who continued to accompany him, not long after the form of papa appeared from behind, and immediately embraced him.

"Ma, he's not papa ma, he's a demon" I called repeatedly.

But mama ignored him, even he was so indifferent to my calling.

While those who are tangible like me continue to look at me with his sharp gaze. Mom was lost with a figure that resembled papa.

"Mama...

I screamed and I fell straight back.

"Don't worry, he's under my watch" said Ustad zein, whose voice I still hear.

While I was somewhere else, surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of various figures.

In each they have held their own weapons, ranging from spears, swords, knives and even a big hammer as if ready to finish me off.

While I was only holding onto the staff belonging to Ustad Zein, I was still confused as to whether or not this stick was useful to me.

"Hallo baby, you finally came to see auntie" said Aunt Wati who was immediately present behind me, but I immediately turned and stared intently at her.

While Aunt Wati's army was always on standby to surround us, to wait for instructions from her master.

"Where is my mother, not that you have promised, will return it when I see you" I said firmly.

"Haha... I'm not that stupid baby, but your mother has blown you, even she has forgotten your father" he said lightly.