Not as Beautiful as Angan

Strange Figure

With a feeling of sadness, Cempaka climbed the stairs which amounted to about 170 pieces of stairs.

There are also a lot of children. Because, the tomb of Dalem Cikundul was on the hill.

Dalem Cikundul, Raden Aria Wiratanu Datar. Is a spreader of Islam in the area of Ci Anjur. He was a disciple of Sunan Gunung Jati.

The tomb of Dalem Cikundul, is in the village of Ci Jagang Ci Kalong kulon subdistrict, Ci Anjur Regency. The distance is about 20 kilo meters from the city center of Ci Anjur.

Although the place is very far from his home, Mr. Jati brought his son there. Nothing else is not, he strives for the recovery of his son.

With a broken heart, he stared at the steps of his son who was walking unsteadily in front of him.

"Patience to my son" he said.

"God willing, sir, I am trying to be patient. Hopefully in the future there will be no more suffering in my life" said Cempaka slowly.

The breeze of the mountains hit his face, not the slightest bit able to eliminate all his suffering.

Although with the move of gontai, finally Cempaka also reached the market Dalem Cikundul.

There are many people who want to make pilgrimages.

Buildings like that building, already filled with pilgrims. They come from all directions.

"That's his tomb in there, which was put on a white mosquito net.

If we're the ones on pilgrimage, just here. Comeing! We find a comfortable place, because we'll be here all night, tomorrow after the dawn prayer, we'll just go home"

Said Bu Sukma, giving an explanation.

"We can't see it, ma'am?"

Seruni expressed her curiosity.

"Can't, only the officer who likes to open his slow to change if it is dirty" Sahut bu Sukma.

Seruni nodded her head in a sign she understood.

We all sat down cross-legged, praying solemnly and pleading to be facilitated in all matters to Divine Rabbi.

We deliberately chose that place, in order to be solemn to do'a. because the place is calm, far from frenzied.

We stayed there all night, only occasionally we went down, for ablution.

Bending the day, about two in the morning, we packed up to get ready to go down.

We deliberately left the place at two in the morning. Because, let's not miss the train.

Once we got to the bottom, we looked for food for breakfast.

It turns out that there, what time is also not difficult to find food. Because, the stalls are peddling

the trade is lined up there.

After filling our stomachs, not waiting for a long time, we immediately headed for a vehicle that would take us to the Statsiun Railway.

"What time sir, leave?"

Bu Sukma asked the certainty of the vehicle leaving. Because, he was afraid that Mr. Jati and his children missed the train.

"So soon ma'am, at least three o'clock we leave, along with those who want to go to the market"

Said Driver.

"Alhamdulillah... Thank you sir, we're afraid to miss the train." Said bu Sukma.

"Before the dawn of the Adhan we reached the Statsiun ma'am."

" Yes, thank you sir"

Sure enough said the driver, just a few minutes we were in the vehicle, saw some people riding the vehicle, those who had been used to going to the market.

"Hour three, let's go!" Kernet said the car.

The vehicle drove slowly, breaking the silence in the early hours, while others were still hiding behind their thick blankets.

Three o'clock in the morning, the air was so cold there. The surroundings were still dark, only illuminated by some lights in every house we passed.

Due to the quiet and downhill roads, the vehicles we ride do not encounter obstacles. Not like when I went up.

Before long, the vehicle arrived in front of the Statsiun.

"Setatsiun is out" Kernet said.

The vehicle stopped right in front of the railway station.

We immediately got off, and headed for the passenger waiting seat.

"It's only four o'clock, the dawn prayer is still a long time" Jati sir looked at his watch.

"We're looking for the Yu mosque. Let it be easy to pray at dawn, so as not to miss the train" Cempaka got up from his seat.

"That's the Mushollanya neng" Bu Sukma showed Musholla who was around the station.

"Come on! Who wants to come?" Bring Cempaka.

"Everybody go there, don't go alone. It's a foreign place for us" Mr. Jati, reminded his children.

We were just about to set foot into a Mushola.

Cempaka's eyes caught something in the corner of the station.

In the Statsiun waiting chair, which was in the corner, there was a woman in long white clothes, dangling to sweep the floor.

His hair was long, his head down. Like hiding his face.

"Sir, who is that? How come! Dare to wait for the train alone here."

Mumbled Cempaka, while poking his hand, Jati sir.

"That's sir, nduk keep going. Why ya?" Cempaka asked again.

"I don't know, maybe he's sleepy." said Mr. Jati.

Looks like that guy feels himself in the middle of bullshit. Slowly he lifted his head.

Cempaka and Pak Jati who had been watching him from earlier, his heart began to thump.

After his head was turned up, the woman's face appeared very white.

"Astaghfirulahaladziii... Sir! That's... What's?" Shouted Cempaka screamed hysterically in shock.

Hearing Cempaka's cry, Seruni, Carnation and Bu Sukma gasped in shock.

"What's the matter?" sukma was surprised to ask.

"That's what mommy is, her face is! It's so white." Cempaka Whispers.

All gazed into the corner of the Statsiun, following its index finger Cemara that led to it.

"Oh God!"

"Astaghfirulahaladziii..."

We were all glued to the figure of a strange creature sitting and staring at all of us.

Its existence makes our hair bristles, goosebumps resist fear.

Our feet are hard to move, we stand there.

Fortunately the strange figure did not look at us for so long. Slowly he stood up, and flew through the roof of the Statsiun.

"Guuuu!" Seruni screamed hysterically, she hugged Pak Jati firmly.

We all feel very scared.

Before long the dawn adhan was heard roaring.

"Alhamdulillah... Thank you God" We said happily, when we heard the echoes of the morning Adhan reverberating.

After looking left and right, we ran to Musholla.

"Guuuu!"

"Youngdoll!"

Arriving at Musholla, we immediately headed to the place of Wudhu.

"Wudhu is solemn, he does not exist" said Mr. Jati.

We immediately took ablution water, to perform the Fajr prayer.

A few minutes after the dawn prayer, the sound of a train engine was lit.

The train is ready to go to Bandung.

"Come, don't let us miss" Carnations rushed towards the train door not far from where we were standing.

"Bu Sukma, we give a lot of thanks, for being on pilgrimage, and also being accompanied by waiting for the train here."

Before boarding the train, do not forget Mr. Jati to say thank you.

"Yes mom, I am also very grateful to you"

Cempaka.

"Together, it has become our obligation to help each other" said Mrs Sukma.

"We go first ma'am!"

"Aren't you going to stop by first?" he said he asked us to come by his house.

"Thank you ma'am, we want to get home soon" said Mr. Jati.

"Then you guys be careful"

Said bu Sukma.

"Assynoltom..." We said our greetings before we climbed the stairs of the train door.

"Waalaikum... Be careful!"

The seats lined up in the carriage, many were still empty.

Before long, the train slowly left the Statsiun.