Marrying Princess Jin

#44

The rooster's cigarette sounded earthy and disperse the silence of the forest. Eve feels cold stabbing sum-sum. The forest area was like a thick fog. Silent and silent. The sixty men who were still solemnly rested in front of the statue with all the praise coming out of their mouths, turning their heads towards Pak Satri. Smiles rose from each other's lips, unable to hide the happy feeling that was now beating in their hearts. The long-awaited moment finally came. It's only been a few hours since waiting for the chicken to crow. But they felt the wait was so long.

Mr. Satri is rising. Like his other friends, who were impatiently waiting for their departure, chose to meet Adinullah. But just a few steps towards the door, Adinullah had already appeared from behind the door. Mr. Satri smiled and bowed his body while retreating slowly to the back. The people behind him rose up and marched to worship Adinullah. The beat of each heart is like the throbbing of a tambourine in the silence of the night. The fatigue and long wait paid off already by watching Adinullah's face. Adinullah smiled with both hands he put in his cloak pocket. She smiles. It was like he was sneering at the innocent faces in front of him. After staring at the faces that were like trying to hide their tiredness and drowsiness one by one, he slowly approached towards them and started to pacing back and forth in front of them. Adinullah's move halted in front of the Mujahideen. After looking at him for a moment, he smiled again while patting his shoulder.

"The time has come. Prepare yourself to see the miracle. You will see what I see often. Beauty and pleasure that will make you reluctant to think of coming back here." Adinullah took a few steps back. He smiled back.

"Come, prostrate yourself at my feet before the carriage that will take you to pick you up" Adinullah said, pointing to his feet. They took turns prostrating and kissing Adinullah's feet.

Adinullah smiled proudly. He stared one by one at the sixty faces of his loyal followers. After that, he closed his eyes. All eyes were on him. His mouth seemed to read something.

Adinullah opened his eyes slowly. He sighed long while smiling.

"Satri sir, turn off all the lights in this room,"

Mr. Satri nodded. One by one the torches that lit up in the room turned them off. The atmosphere in the room instantly turned dark and gripping. Not a single voice was heard for a moment. Until not long after, they were startled by the noise of the horse's loud squealing. They touch each other.

"Silent. All you heard was the sound of my horse riding. His name is Jaran Bireng Mundung" said Adinullah.

Their gazes were unisoned towards the blue light that appeared from the front. After paying attention to it for a long time, it turned out that the beam appeared from Adinullah's index finger. Not only that, they faintly saw to the right of Adinullah, a huge black horse flapping its wings. On the left side of Adinullah they also saw a train with two black buffalo as a puller. The horns of both buffaloes collide with each other because of their length. The sighs of the two buffalo roared, making the people inside the room speechless hold their breath. Cold air that suddenly burst into control of the room, making the atmosphere in the room increasingly gripping.

People could hardly see the sais sitting in front of the two buffalo if only he did not rise from his seat. A black figure with dense feathers filling almost his entire body was slowly standing up. The bodies of the people who saw it were like they were bound by chains with both feet each like they were immersed in the ground. Their joints are shaking. Their heart beat was like they were about to split the chest of a brand. They were flabbergasted by the omnipresent fear of witnessing the creepy tall body with a completely invisible head. Like penetrating through the ceiling of the room where they are. Adinullah only smiled looking at the frightened faces in front of him. Adinullah.

The figure of the creepy creature slowly turned his body and bowed to pray to Adinullah.

Adinullah nodded his head.

"Come, Mr. Satri, take them up. We will leave soon," Adinullah said to Mr. Satri whose eyes did not turn away from seeing the figure of a creepy creature in front of him. In his entire life, he had never witnessed such a creepy creature. Mr. Satri was torn from his inability when for the second time Adinullah rebuked him. He was like a dazed person who had just regained consciousness from his stupor.

"Satri sir, take them up" said Adinullah.

"Ba_ik, Sheikh," said Mr. Satri. He immediately ordered them one by one to get on the train.

After making sure his followers were already on the train, Adinullah then stepped dashingly full of authority approaching the dark horse that rested in front of him. After gently rubbing the horse's head, he rode it slowly. People were stunned to see it.

"La ila ha," cried out to you when you were on the horse. The horse's bridle in his hand pulled him up to make the horse lift both legs and neigh hard. Both wings were then flapped slowly. Increasingly loud and like a gale, the blow of the two horse wings caused a strong wind in the room. So hard, Mr. Satri and the people who were on the train in unison fell and overlapped with each other. They could only stand when the horse darted and disappeared in an instant. Only the sound of the horse's frailness was heard growing farther away. His screeching arch was even like it was still echoing on the surface of the sky.

Gragah turned his head back.

"Holding you. We'll catch up with Sheikh soon." The heavy, thunderous voice of Gragah broke the silence. Mr. Satri gestured to Dawam to arrange for his other friends. They help each other to stand up. Afraid something might happen, Satri ordered them to sit back and hold each other. Their chests were still pounding fast waiting for how they would be carried by the carriage. For a while the atmosphere returned silent and gripping. No one dared to speak. Their hands were soaked in sweat while holding each other. Their gazes were fixed towards the back of Gragah who was sitting in front of them.

Gragah removed the tip of the whip that she had wrapped around her wrist. The sound caused by the tip of the whip that fell on the floor, making the two buffaloes stomp both feet on the floor.

Gragah stomped back the whip loudly until it made a sound like it was about to split the floor of the room. They took off each other's handrails and simultaneously covered their ears. Their eardrums seem to be about to rupture. A loud snort due to the whip sound that is like piercing far to the end of the ear cavity.

The two buffalo were snorting long. The sound of his feet getting ready to gallop like a sledgehammer pounding on the rock face. One whip that he threw towards the front, making the two buffaloes darting fast and carrying the train slowly up. The people who were on the train, who did not expect so fast that the train went up to the top fell and overlapped each other. But not a single sound came out of their mouths. They also did not try to rise because of circumstances that were not possible. They just moved to shift their bodies so as not to overlap with each other.