Mystical Story

Lost in Alam Ghaib Kuningan - Cirebon Village#2

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Soon the fathers slapped my shoulders and told me.

"This is the area of people if they want anything about permission first" said the fathers dressed in black, then went out of the stall.

Teg!...

Suddenly my consciousness was awakened.

I was immediately shocked. "Astaghfirullah!" I looked at the plate of food I was eating.

It turned out that I was eating on a plate, which I saw was not a plate but a banana leaf. What I had ordered was an omelet menu, orek-orek tempe and complete with sambel lalapan. So very surprised when I saw it turned out to be a tetelan rotten meat, maggots, and stones that have been pureed. My food is not human food in general.

"That's not really this. This is not really where I am," My inner self

Look at the clock my clock suddenly died, not the movement of the clock. I finally got to the bike. Gas continued on the journey. I keep riding my bike, I follow that path. This road is getting more and more quiet where, there is no one's house.

Looked at the distance. Looks like a lot of atmosphere there are several houses in front.

"This has entered the settlement of citizens" my inner feeling of relief.

I stopped right in the neighborhood and there were residents who were still outside his house. Then I approached her to confirm Deri's home address.

"My uncle wants to find Mas Deri's house" I said.

with a cold and pale-faced look the father had looked towards Haris.

"From here straight aja mas, then turn left lewatin bamboo tree his house is at the end" said the mysterious father.

After hearing the mysterious father's explanation, I thought. 'My sense of the house of the Deri is not at the end and not a settlement like this, or maybe he moved or how I don't understand it either, yes already because the GPS is dead because the signal is not there, want to contact the person directly also can not.'

After thinking for a moment, I said goodbye to the father.

"Okay, thank you for the info. I'm allowed to continue my journey back."

The fathers did not respond and only showed flat, pale faces like the sick, but I did not want to.

prolonging something like that.

I continued my journey calmly as I got a picture of Deri's address.

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It was on the bamboo tree. I just take the road to the left. The corneriest house.

Then I took the left road into the path.

Oh Allah, this can be rich, my mind is not good. This is where I don't know even if I'm Cirebon but I've never been here. Until there lilahita'ala aja. The way again I am calm my condition which is currently very scared.

Forward-forward well finally looks indeed there is a luxurious house. Stop me in front of the fence. I tried to find the bell but did not meet.

"This is a luxurious house, so there is no buying" my inner.

I checked my phone who knows the signal already exists, but it still did not get the signal. I looked at the watch on my wrist and on the clock this time it didn't change.

I sat in front of the pager. While looking left-right. There's no one at all. I stamped the fence.

There was no answer from inside the house. Then I took a second time. Only then did someone come out of the luxurious house, whose appearance was like ART. then he opened the pager while asking me.

"What's wrong with you?, who's it?" ask the aunt.

"Oh. Yes mbak. I'm looking for Mas Deri, I want Mas Deri's motorcycle service I want to bring the bike first I serve to my workshop."

"Oh ... Yes, the bike is inside, but Mas Derinya again out. Again nyari eat at the front stall." replied the aunt sambari showed in the direction of Mas Deri motorbike.

Bad feeling and not bad. But I finally went inside. It's true that I saw the shape of the bike is there near the core. It also looks like a crumbling motorcycle accident.

Think I'm a motorcycle I pretelin used to live can be used. then I take it to my workshop. And the bike that I use now I leave at Mas Deri's house, who knows he also wants to travel on a motorcycle. Because the bike is being repaired.

I rhymed Mas Deri's bike, finally alive. Then I tried to walk around the area of Mas Deri's house.

I tried the muters in the area. The position of the housing complex near the village of residents as well.

His house did not meet his house. Though I was on the benchmark road first entered near the bamboo tree and turned left.

But back to the early road.

...Lost and want to go home...

Finally I walk again, Muter again to the beginning. The way again, flipped to the beginning.

I was tired of parking the bike and then I sat next to the bike.

I saw someone approaching me. It was like an Arab, his nose was sharp. When he approached me, he said.

"Mas don't sit here, this is my place. Just sit there" while her index finger points somewhere else.

"Yes, sorry sir" as I moved to another seat and moved.

Then I sat next to him. Another person came with a face that was almost similar to the fathers told me to move out of his place. And strangely he said the same thing.

I finally moved again near the Big Pandu(Capoo) tree and finally I chose to sit there while contemplating soy sauce.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, This is a very rich gini ordeal. Udah kasa cape really, dizzy, achy, want to go home. This is how Deri's house didn't meet." My inner.

The position I sit while leaning my back to the kapok tree without realizing I can not resist sleepiness and fall asleep.

Not too long ago someone woke me up.

"Wake you up, don't sleep here!. Get up, walk. Don't forget to read Istighfar too." he exclaimed.

Then I woke up. And I saw that woke me up it was the fathers in the stall, he was aware of me while eating food in the stall earlier. the fathers with great beginnings wore all-black clothes, black robes and black turban.

There I began to feel the awkwardness. When I looked at the bike I was on it was supposed to be the Deri bike I was on right now, but it turned out. It was my own motor.

"Well, my bike?, I was on a Deri bike, and my bike is still in the Deri house." My inner.

Then I faced again where the father was. But to his surprise the father suddenly disappeared instantly.

I'm astonished. Bizarrely. For fear of not thinking long I immediately ride the motorbike and gas. Sambari istighfar on the road.

When driving was quite far, it turned back again near the big kapuk tree. Where I slept earlier.

"This is what I really do, God, why is it so rich. I want to help people. But you can get rich in gini. Well, something's wrong" my mind talks like that.

I was sesatin like this. Like Oyod Mimang (Cirebon belief on Friday night Kliwon).

I rest for a moment. I read Istighfar and read the verse of the chair. Then I remember in the seat of the bike there was a mineral bottle and then I ended up taking it because I was thirsty too

Finished drinking I saw on that big kapok tree. I looked up and saw a red-eyed figure staring at me.

There I immediately rushed away. On the road not separated while Istighfar.

It turned out to be true at that time I was sasarin by maps. So at first I should have been straight, this I turned to the left.

Alhamdulillah after almost managed to get out. and live to the T-junction to the city of Cirebon that I saw at 03.00 am. But when I was on the verge of going out on that path. Suddenly I felt the pull of my bike was heavy. Increase the length, gain weight.

It was as if I was piggybacking on someone fat. Then I heard a whisper from behind.

"Later in front of Cirebon, you take to the right. In front of the straight, in the third there are times, down there I am there. You just keep going straight on your way."

The whisper was slow but the voice was still there, using subtle Cirebon language. And I consciously followed that whisper.

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Once at times with full awareness. I stopped for a moment.It felt like the bike was moving like something was coming down from the ride.

"Thank you!" it sounded like that voice but it had no form.

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