Misty Soil
Sewing Another Time
The Abu Said Al - Khudri radhiyallahu anhu. Rasullullah said:
The devil says:
By Your glory, O my Lord, I will continue to lead Your servants astray, as long as their souls remain in their bodies.
Then Allah Jalla wa’Alaa said:
For the sake of My Glory and My Majesty, I will continue to forgive them, as long as they ask for forgiveness from me.”
Ustadz Musta gave a short lecture to the pilgrims present. Surau is back filled even though only a few are present there. Jugs filled for ablution water, surau guards alternately cleaned inside.
Sandika turned her body, running away from the forest. He heard the melodious voice of the person who was reading the holy verse of the Qur’an. The step towards surau taking ablution water, he realized lately it has been very far from the Khalik.
“San, where are you from? have you seen that ghost again?” tanya Beben probed.
“Do not be prejudiced against me. I just got back from Surau.”
"Honestly you're San. Who's that woman?"
"He's my friend."
"Are you sure he's human?"
"Whoever he is, I see him as not evil."
“Ya hope so. Oh yes, tomorrow we'll just go home San. Arya and Gama seems to have become the food of the Telaga residents.”
“What do you mean Ben?”
“I found out from Mr. Kam. The new buyer.”
“But Ben_”
“San has not said anything else” his rebuttal.
The appearance of Rambe's sacrificial ghost gradually disappears after the arrival of Kam the new maid. Today he was standing at the border of the forbidden forest, Kam snorted for the rest of his wife's blood.
“Until death I will look for the perpetrator of the figure of child killer and my wife” murmured.
He used his power to blow the spell attacking Rambe. The ghostly figure in red clothes revealed a true form reversing the attack. Another figure that has been sitting in your body, fused to change long taper fingers. The body is getting higher growing in black hair.
The battle of Rambe with the figure resulted in bad weather in the village. The black figure of his strength was greater because it had united within the human body. Half Rambe's body was successfully torn as fresh black blood flowed down the ground.
“Destroy you to ashes!” said Kam.
Gumamtong flew between them and took Rambe away. Previously he shifted his gaze by sowing sand that almost hit the man's eyes.
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Folding both legs in front of the angry bearded man. Warid was a little bitter at the sight of him grabbing one of the writhing worms inside the small bamboo basket. The man chews like he eats delicious chicken.
“Sorry sir, have I been able to express my intentions and goals coming here?”
“Call me ki Jerky. You don't have to say anything. Just name the woman”
The bearded man nodded, he sowed frankincense on a small container of embers. He gave the knife to Warid's hand.
“And mention also the name of a naughty young boy it” he added.
After naming Aaron and Herman, both hands ki Gendeng as if pulled by an invisible creature. The sound of finger cracks, the old man screamed in pain. The panicked Warid instantly helped to hold his hand and fingers spinning around on his own.
“Quick grab that knife. Now you have to choose the name of one of them and then prick your fingertips and then drop the blood on a burn of incense!” bentak ki Jerky.
Warid's desire for Aaron to bend the knee and become his wife became neglected given Herman's very critical condition. Warid decides to help Herman, but he also imagines Aaron's unstable and sickly condition from thinking about Herman.
“I have to press ego “ murmured Warid.
Warid pricks a finger and then drips while calling Herman's name. His body moved in the forest. The sound of wild animals mixed with the sound of other delicate creatures, where he stood was experiencing the phase of the night while at the end there seemed to be daylight shining bright sunlight. The two realms of continuity call for the equivalence of the turning round of time.
There Herman crouched down facing one of the trees. Warid approaches him but his existence seems to be seen by him. Herman was seen pulling out some fungi whose bodies were between the roots of large mossy trees. Beside him floated a ghostly figure in a red dress staring at Herman full of anger.
“Don't take mine!”
“Restore the thing to its original place.”
The voice of the figure that Herman ignored, he brought the plant home. He saw the presence of Warid, the figure was flying chasing until Warid was forced to pull back ki Gendeng to real nature.
In other realms we have to fight alone. A little help to bring it to the real world doesn't change anything. Seeing a mistake made by Herman could not restore time or hinder the man let alone save him.
“Now I know what causes Ki.”
“Yes you have to find where the mushrooms he stole are and return them to their original place.”
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Sandika and Beben fought a muscle fight until Beben ran into the forest. He thought he would be the next victim considering that one by one his friends disappeared and died. Initially the decision to leave the village shifted to settle in search of his friends who disappeared to break the curse of the Misty Lake.
“What are you talking about Ben? All the words of the maid was not true” said Sandika.
The last sentence for his friend was still he remembered clearly. He chased Beben into the forest without any preparation. Beben hid to see Sandika looking for him. He followed Sandika's footsteps from a distance until she stopped at the edge of the Misty Lake.
A head emerged from the water, the ghostly apparition that was always bothering her was slowly approaching towards Sandika. The figure disappeared changing into the figure of a long-haired white dress standing right in front of her.
“Sandika.”
Murga smiled at him. He carried Sandika flying away in a dense white fog that was getting thicker. The same place, the second time they together saw the beauty of the moonlight night decorated with demonic nails scattered.
Tonight Murga did not dare to touch his hands. Taking him flying earlier, the ghostly figure felt extremely hot. They just smile at each other. Murga told many legends about the origin of the village. At the different boundaries of space and time, the two of them looked increasingly familiar to the point of laughing together.
...Sandika, my laughter is a lie....
...How can I smile like the moon you see so beautiful?...
...Our meeting is still like my dream buried in the bottom of the lake...
...I'm always the one who's nervous...
...-murga-...
