Not as Beautiful as Angan

Bathroom seven-piece

All suggested by mak Asih, his spiritual teacher Kenari. It was done by Cempaka.

First Cempaka was told to take a flower bath before the Maghrib arrived. Then, ba'da his maghrib he burns incense

furtively.

Both Cempaka were told to take a bath again at twelve pm, in the middle of the crossroads.

"Douh...., what is this? Where's Friday night Kliwon again. I'm afraid someone will see" muttered Cempaka, before he left for junction four to carry out what mak Asih suggested.

"Live ten more minutes, brother"

Said Lightning, his younger brother who wanted to drive him.

"I'm ashamed, afraid someone will see"

Cempaka still has not moved from the terrace of his house.

"Quick brother! I'm sleepy. If it's still a long time, yes it is, I won't take it." Lightning threatens.

"Yes is there! mungpung deserted"

said Bu Sekar who had been there since.

"I left first ya buu" Finally Cempaka came down also from the terrace of his house, to the intersection of four which is not far from his house.

While looking right-left, Cempaka walked doubtfully. He was afraid to meet his neighbors.

Especially if you meet his neighbors who are at rest. Aduuuhwas...

It could be a big news story.

About five minutes Cempaka walked. Finally, he arrived at the crossroad of the road that was headed.

Lightning with bu Sekar waiting

Cempaka is a bit far from that place. With a sneak, Cempaka headed to the middle of the crossroads of the road. Because, he said it must be right in the middle of the road. Let all obstacles and obstacles in his body disappear carried away by the water that runs through the four roads.

Before he did the ritual

seven flower baths apparently, his eyes rolled, staring around the place.

"Safe, no one seems to see me showering here." Cempaka muttered to himself.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... I threw away all the barriers that were inside my body, which blocked my soul mate and reserves" Cempaka turned his body towards the qibla. After that, he closed both his eyes. Daan, bye,

"Yuuuur!"

One bucket of seven-figure flowery water was poured from the top of his head, directly wetting his entire body wrapped in wet cloth.

Cempaka shivered in the cold.

After a bucket of water was gone, Cempaka immediately stepped out of the place, without looking back, to the fall of the seven flowers that scattered on the road.

After walking three steps, Cempakun immediately ran away from the place.

"Come on! We'll go home soon!" cempaka said as he passed by his sister and mother who were waiting for him.

"Yes come! There's someone else hunting. Lightning, you don't tell this to the others huh! Poor your brother, later he was embarrassed to be someone else's gossip" Bu Sekar reminded Kilat, his sister Cempaka.

"Good buu" said Kilat as he walked in his mother's footsteps. While Cempaka was far ahead, almost to the terrace of the house.

"Assalamualaikum." he said before entering his house.

He immediately replaced the damp cloth with his nightgown.

"I burned frankincense first ma'am"

Cempaka.

Cempaka immediately took out the incense burner from under the stove table.

Then he burned the charcoal he had put on the fireplace, where the incense was burned.

After the fire turned into burning red coals. Cempaka then crushes the incense as big as his thumb. Loved by mak Asih.

He crushed the incense with a hammer until it was as smooth as sand. So that he could easily sprinkle it on the burning red coals.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..." Said Cempaka before he sprinkled the frankincense powder over the glowing red coals.

"Prepets.. , prepets..." The sound of incense sprinkled on the coals was so loud it sounded.

The distinctive smell of incense burned, began to burst into the entire room in the house.

Smoke seemed to dance

"Hatciii!... Hatsciiih!" Cempaka until sneezing made him.

Because not used to it, Cempaka sneezed because of the incense smoke he burned.

He had just done incense burning, right in front of his nose.

"Haduuuh!" Does it really have to be this if people who want to quickly get a mate? Just make it complicated, it's so troublesome!" Cempaka grumbling.

"Yes that's not it, it's just some people's efforts. Mother also used to not use incense burning and all flower baths. That's the advice of your sister, I don't really believe that either. But, what can I do? You also want to be with your brother." Say bu Sekar.

"Yes buu!" Cempaka immediately cleaned his hands from the smell of frankincense.

"Yes, dry her hair! Then get some rest, then,

sleeps. It's late at night gini, mother also want to sleep, sleepy really"

bu Sekar immediately went into his room. While Lightning had since closed his eyes, before Cempaka burned incense.

"Yes buu, good night, Assalamualaikuum" Cempaka said.

"Waalaikumsalam" his mother said.

The house was quiet and quiet, all the residents had entered their respective rooms to immediately rest.

"A lot of flowers like this, what kind of container?" Bu Sekar's neighbor who had a stall, and sa'at was willing to go to the market. Stunned for a while in front of the flowers scattered there.

"It looks like last night there was a flower bath at the crossroads of this road. But, who is it?" Mumbled again.

"But, please, the important thing is not to disturb others" he muttered again as he stepped away from the crossroads of the road.

Just now he took a few steps, suddenly...

"There's a flower bath, at the crossroads!" Shouted someone, who had just passed the crossroads of that road.

"Hi!.., there is a flower bath

at the crossroad!" Shouts again.

Shouts it, who shouts,

make the whole village out of their homes.

"Who's taking a flower bath?"

Bu Hanah shouted in a loud voice. He ran to

crossroad that road.

"Where is the flower bath? Where's the flower bath?" Bi Tati and bi Irah, two of the most famous mothers in the village ran away in waves to people who had gathered at the intersection

that road.

It was still early in the morning, and the sun had not yet come out of its hiding place. But, the intersection of the road in the middle of the village, is already crowded

filled by those who

curious, they are curious about the news about there are people who take seven-figure flower baths there.

"Dwoooh! I'm afraid someone's throwing shit here!" bi Tati said, after he got there.

"Don't-don't.., there are people who do the exercises in our village. This flower is one of the conditions." bi Irah chimed in his words bi Tati.

"Don't su'udzon mothers, it's not good!" sergeant bi Rora.

"Yes all mothers, if there is anything, we should not accuse!

We don't su'udzon, don't like rashness. It's dispersed! There are seven flower baths that look like this. Before we accuse others, we should investigate first, what this all means. If we are wrong we will be ashamed of ourselves." said Mr. Ustadz, who was raised in the village.

"What's this about? How come! Already gathering here?" Mang Dira who had just arrived at that place, felt puzzled.

"This is Mang Dira, there are former people who took seven flower baths here, we feel worried"

Said Mr. Ustadz.

"Oooh...., I guess what's going on?" mang Dira who was not a native of the village, replied casually.

"Why not be surprised or surprised?" Bi Irah immediately asked, feeling astonished.

"In my village, people take flower baths very much. It's commonplace, ordinary, no harm to others. Not a pesugian, at most someone who wastes shit for the misfortune of his life so far. That's it, after all, won't go down to our bad luck. Why the trouble?" Said Mang Dira loudly.

"Lord! Listen, what Mang Dira said. Let it go, as long as it does not lose us" said Mr. RT or Mr. Jati who just arrived at the place along chimed in.

"Yes, you're all dispersed!" mr. Rt Jati, disband the citizens.