Marrying Princess Jin

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Mr. Satri took off the sack with rice on his back and a rooster he held up when he reached the entrance to the field of Master Alamsyah Hasbi. He remembered Adinullah's message, do not go that way if Master Alamsyah Hasbi was there. There is no other way but that road. He had to check it first to make sure Master Alamsyah Hasbi was not there.

Satri stepped very carefully. Try as much as possible so that the bushes he stepped on did not make a sound. He sighed in relief. There was no one in the field. To further reassure him, Mr. Satri pretended to say hello in a loud voice. There's no answer. Only the echo of his voice was like bouncing on the trunks of trees. Mr. Satri smiled. After believing that there was no one in the field, he decided to go back and take the sack and the chicken he put on the ground.

"Wait, brother," called someone from the side. Mr. Satri looked over. He saw three men with big stature and big face were seen approaching towards him. Mr. Satri frowned and stared probingly at the three foreign men. He did not know the three men at all. But strangely, what the three men brought was the same as what he carried. A sack of rice and one rooster each.

The three men smiled as they arrived in front of Mr. Satri. The three then lowered their luggage on the ground. One of the men thrust his hand to invite Mr. Satri shake hands.

"Include my name, Dawam. And this is my friend, Mujahideen and Muhsin," said the man who turned out to be Dawam, introducing his two friends. Mujahideen and Muhsin then took turns to greet Mr. Satri.

"I'm Satri" said Mr. Satri with a smile. Mr. Satri noticed the sack and the chicken under his third leg.

Dawam smiles.

"That's why we're here. We saw what Mr. Satri brought the same as what we brought. That's why we believe our purpose here is the same" Dawam said. Mujahideen and Muhsin nodded.

"Wanna see Sheikh Addinullah?" ask Mr. Satri. The three smiled nodded.

"Then, come, we go there together," Satri asked.

Dawam holds Satri's hand.

"But wait, Mr. Satri. Isn't this the entrance to the fields of Master Alamsyah Hasbi?" said Dawam while pointing to the small hallway in front of him. Mr. Satri nodded.

"Sheikh told us not to go through this place if there is a Master Alamsyah Hasbi. Did Mr Satri check it?" ask Dawam.

"Calm down, I checked. Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi is not here. Come on, hurry up, hunt him down" said Mr. Satri as he lifted the sack onto his shoulder and immediately stepped towards the hallway. Hurriedly the three lifted their luggage and followed Satri's pack from behind.

"Pak Satri," said Muhsin while accelerating his steps to walk parallel to Pak Satri.

"What's up, Mr Muhsin?" ask Mr. Satri while continuing to accelerate his steps. His breathing began to sound dull. Mr. Muhsin frowned.

"Why does the Sheikh tell us to avoid Master Guru Alamsyah Hasbi. Is the Sheikh afraid?"mr. Muhsin said. Mr. Satri stopped his steps. He looked towards Mr. Muhsin.

"Hus! Can't say that so." Mr. Satri looked around him. Towards the dark forest.

" He is a guardian. The king of the guardians. I have seen his amazing miracles. Do not let him know what Mr. Muhsin said that," said Mr. Satri with a shuddering body.

"That means nothing, Mr. Satri. Wanna know. We are just curious" said Mr. Muhsin.

After passing through the bushes and sidelines of the large trees, finally they were in a large banyan tree whose roots were dangling black, creeping and grasping the large trees nearby. The sound of mosquitoes buzzing, crowding in the bodies of Mr. Satri, Dawam, Muhsin and Mujahideen.

Mr. Satri took off the sack that carried it. The same was done by Dawam, Muhsin and Mujahideen. Pak Satri's eyes were watching the banyan tree in front of him. His body shuddered when he saw several large snakes seen wrapped around the banyan roots.

There was only one banyan tree in the forest. He believed it to be the place where Adinullah was as he whispered yesterday morning. But there was no sign of Adinullah in that place.

"Is this really the place, Mr Satri?" dawam asked after seeing Mr. Satri just pacing back and forth watching the banyan tree. Mr. Satri was silent. He recalled what Adinullah said about the banyan tree he would use as a symbol of his padepokan.

"I'm sure this is the place. But the Sheikh is where yes. Could it be that he was behind this banyan root?" said mr. Satri. The mujahideen are moving forward. The machete tucked in his waist was removed. He then directed his machete eyes towards the roots of the banyan tree about to slash it. But before he swung his machete, Adinullah suddenly appeared from the side. Adinullah's unexpected arrival, making the four surprised not kepalang. But the four hurriedly approached and kissed Adinullah's hand. Adinullah smiled as he stared alternately at them while pointing towards his feet.

"There's no need for you to do this kind of thing anymore. I don't like what your followers of Master Alamsyah Hasbi did to me. My drajat is higher than Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi, 7" Adinullah said. The four looked at each other. I don't know what Adinullah means. They looked at Mr. Satri, like asking him to ask Adinullah. Mr. Satri smiled as he scratched his head.

"Sorry, Your Holiness, what does the sheikh mean? We beg for guidance" said Mr. Satri.

"I want everyone who trusts me to prostrate at my feet every time I see me."

The four of them looked at each other. Like asking each other's opinions. Seeing them not responding to his words, Adinullah became angry. His gaze was sharp with a slight growl sounding from his mouth.

"Go away from here. Your weak faith makes you unworthy to be my followers" said Adinullah. He then stepped towards the banyan tree. For a moment he was silent turning his back to his four. After a while, the roots of the tree suddenly moved. Strong sturdy roots stuck in the ground slowly lifted and gave Adinullah space to enter. The four were astonished. Behind the roots covering the trunk of the banyan tree looks very broad. Some of the roots near the trunk of the banyan tree are knitted to resemble a throne. That's where Adinullah is sitting.

Mr. Satri rushed over and immediately kowtowed and kissed Adinullah's leg.

"Come, come. Kowtow and kiss the noble leg of the Sheikh," said Mr. Satri while swinging his palm telling the three to approach. The three of them immediately approached and prostrated themselves at Adinullah's feet.

"We will open another path to this place so that people can visit me in this place. I order you to start clearing the forest as a path. Tonight is the night where the moon will shine. You will fuck me. There was a small lake behind this banyan tree. Get some water. I will shower you with flowers from heaven" said Adinullah.

"I'm sorry, your Highness Sheikh. Then we ask for permission to go home to take a bucket for our bath later that night" said Mr. Satri. Adinullah smiled.

"Not just the bucket. You should bring your family here too. Bring as many people as possible here. I will grant your request. Whatever you're asking for."

The four of them looked at each other while smiling. They were very happy to hear Adinullah's words. They then got up and prostrated themselves at Adinullah's feet.

"Now, go home. Before dark, you must come back here to bring your families," said Adinullah. The four nodded their heads and rushed out of the place with an expanding smile. All along the way, they just kept quiet and didn't talk to each other. In their minds scattered various kinds of requests that will be submitted later to Adinullah.

The thick fog still enveloped the tall bako hill. The dense dark forest, like a terrifying shadow behind the thick fog. The cloudy that had been drifting since this morning, had started to lower the drizzle. His rustling sound rang out over the bushes and leaves of the trees.