T O H's

Shaman Bearer of Satan

“Jaka......!!,” cried Abah Wachid who woke up from his sleep because of a nightmare about his son Jaka.

“Abah, Abah.., Abah,” Umi Epi who from afternoon kept waiting for Abah beside Abah lying down trying to resuscitate Abah who was still half awake.

“Jaka Umi, which Jaka...?,” asked Abah looking for Jaka so anxiously.

“Ada Apa Abah, Jaka tonight is staying at Pondok a lot of business there he said,” Umi explained to Abah while wiping the sweat and Abah's neck that continues to pour.

“Umi, Abah had seen our son Jaka was in the roar of umi demons, demons of various shapes and forms,” Abah said explaining what he saw in his dream.

“Istigfar Abah, it's just a dream, we just pray that Jaka does not encounter problems in the cottage, leave everything to Allah, Insya Allah Jaka congratulations,” said Umi tried to calm Abah.

“Astagfirullah hal Adzim..,” said Abah while taking a deep breath through the nose and exhaling back slowly through the mouth.

“He is right we leave everything to the Almighty, hopefully Jaka is okay and there are no obstacles that mean,” Abah said

“Aamiin..,” Umi

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Ponpes As - Salam

“Be careful Dik Jaka,” shouted Ustad Khotib at the edge of the guardrail between the dormitory of the son and the dormitory of the daughter.

Among the two second-level dormitory buildings there is indeed a field that should have been intended for santri activities during major events such as studies or other routine activities.

“Ia Mas Jaka beware,” shouted Ustazah Ratih.

While Jaka who is being mobbed by several santri sons and daughters who are in a trance there if ten more santri who are in a trance and are circling Jaka want to attack Jaka.

There is a tiger-like demon possession that is often called qodam or Jin waiting. There are possessed demons who behave like monkeys and many other types of demons are possessing the bodies of the students.

Jaka continued to install horses like pencak silat warriors on television. While Ustad Khotib and ustazah Ratih are standing on the edge of the front fence of the dormitory santri Putri accompanied by Mr. Malik who is watching if there are other students who are possessed again.

“Kok can happen like this mas Ustad, how did it happen?,” asked Mr. Malik who did not know the beginning of the incident why there was mass trance experienced by the students.

“At first we were checking the situation around the cottage Pak when we, me and Jaka were about to check the situation in the dormitory of the son's cottage, he said, one of the santri shouted he said there was a trance and when we saw the santri was stuck in the ceiling of the room with wide eyes and a head that continued to be rotated,” said Ustad Khotib.

“Astagfirullah, how can you be horrified so Mas Ustad, sorry yes earlier father was checking the condition of the front of the cottage?,” said Mr Malik.

“It's okay sir is not my fault, this is an event beyond our reason,” said Ustad Khotib.

“Itu Mas Jaka fell, please dong pity Mas Jakanya ya Allah,” shouted Ustazah Ratih saw Jaka who was being gangred by a possessed santri and bounced off hit by one of the possessed santri.

But no one dared to help or approach even though, because fear was mixed with horror. The other santri and santriwati only dare to look just behind the guardrail of the Hall.

“Ya Allah Mas Jaka is how, please after all,” said Ustazah Ratih whining at Ustad Khotib but Ustad Khotib was also frightened and did not dare to approach.

Now it is seen Jaka is slumped to the ground and still in the possessed santri crowd.

Jaka's situation is going awry he wants to bring out the identity of he who is actually afraid of being discovered by many people because he and other members of his organization have promised to keep secret who they are. Now he can only rely on the martial arts taught by his brother.

As a result Jaka who should be able to easily overcome any demon Amount. Now fell helplessly in the crowd of demons that possessed the santri and seemed bored.

Ustazah Putri continued to whine at Ustad Khotib while continuing to beat Ustad Jaka but not so hard because of the reflex between worry and anxiety to see Jaka who was battered.

“That's Mas Ustad Khotib, Mas Jakaku quickly helped,” said Ustazah Ratih who started crying could not bear to see Jaka.

Hahaha... haha.... hahaha....ha...

Suddenly there was a loud laughing sound at the same time someone who came running so fast as if the person briefly disappeared for a while there towards where Jaka was physically fighting with the students the possessed.

“Loh, loh, loh...that's who Mas Ustad is like a shaman's clothes?,” said Ustazah Ratih.

“Manywhere, where does not look, where the hell.?,” asked Ustad Khotib looked around looking for the figure of a person said by Ustazah Ratih.

“Oh yes it was Mas Ustad there was a fast net man, coming from the gate, oh I know who he is Mas,” said Mr. Malik.

“Who is Mr. Malik.?,” asked Ustazah Ratih.

“He was Mr. Wiro Mbak Ustazah Ratih, a famous and prominent shaman in the village next door. He does not like the existence of this cottage,” said Mr. Malik.

“Kok there are people who do not like around the place where he lives stand hut wonder me,” said Ustad Khotib.

“Recidents from the community he said since this cottage was established so there was no help to him. Maybe he felt the field of his sustenance was lost because this cottage was established,” said Mr. Malik.

“Kok there is such a person, his job is quiet really bad cabin,” said Ustad Khotib.

“Loh he brought what it is, keris yes Mas want what he brought keris towards Mas Jaka, mbok pleasein anyway mas Jaka, mr Malik please Mas Jaka?!, and?!,” said Ustazah Ratih this time whining to Mr. Malik.

“I am afraid Mrs Ustazah, do not dare Mr Wiro the man is powerful Mandra to, I am afraid Mbak,” said Mr. Malik.

“La continues who helped Mas Jaka?,” said Ustazah Ratih.

Meanwhile, the figure of the shaman who came carrying a keris named Pak Wiro approached Jaka who was lying down.

Quickly he was in front of Jaka and with one hand like a man hitting but without touching he stomped his right hand towards Jaka.

Instantly Jaka bounced far away until his body hit the guardrail of the princess cottage dormitory.

Prasse....

Jaka seemed to grimace in pain sitting limp helplessly, “Loh Mas Jaka....,” shouted Ustazah Ratih.

“Hai shaman do not hurt Mas Jaka,” shouted Ustazah Ratih once again now seen his tears began to pour profusely.

“Hiks.., hiks.., Mas Jaka...., please Mas Jaka Pak Malik, Mas Ustad Khotib please Mas Jaka,” Ustazah Ratih kept shouting and crying for help.

It was as if he did not suppress the cries of Ustazah Ratih and other students. Mr. Wiro continued to approach Jaka and immediately raised him with his left hand while in his right hand held a kris that was ready to draw Jaka's body.

“Jaka...., You have to accept the consequences of your Abah's behavior that once made my friends die, I have to finish now so that Wachid knows how desperate it is to lose the person he loves,” said Mr. Wiro.

“I know you and your friends are a group of shamans carrying demons. It is not my fault that you were destroyed by the group T O H earlier,” said Jaka who was battered in the hands of Mr. Wira.

“Ah..., a lot of Jaka talk just like Abahmu, accept your death in my hand,” shouted Mr. Wiro while finishing a kris towards Jaka's body.

“Mas Jakaaaaaaaa.......!!,” shouted the other Ustazah Ratih santri.

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