T O H's

Keris Demon Kober

Abah Haji Kasturi looks very solemn on his small mat inside a simple hut of his own hand which he built a few years ago on the outskirts of Dam Rejosari in Grenggeng village.

His mouth prays to Allah and the Messenger of Allah. His hands kept twirling the bagbih Cendana he bought a year ago while on a pilgrimage to the tomb of Sunan Ampel with the villagers around.

His body did not move for so long in a sitting position cross-legged so calm, Because the mind of the heart and Qolbu only focused on one Supreme substance.

Occasionally his head moved to the right and to the left as his mouth chanted

laillahail...

Either because of the pleasure or have been so longed for Allah that his head always swayed to the right and to the left when reciting the verses.

But tonight his eyes that were initially closed while enjoying the longing so shahdu opened again there was something that was bothering him.

The hand that usually did not want to stop and continued to rotate grain after grain of prayer beads suddenly stopped. Apparently there was an event in visible vision.

What he saw when he was fervently thinking a picture of a distant event in Pondok As-Salam flashed in front of him so as to disturb the calm of the crazy kiai.

His body was indeed inside the hut, his body was indeed still on the mat, his eyes were indeed closed a moment ago but his soul and gaze seemed to be far away elsewhere.

Yes, the eyes are on Ponpes As-Salam where one of his favorite disciples is betting between life and death fighting against evil against an evil shaman carrying a demon..

“I have to help my students immediately,” said Kiai Kasturi lirih but her voice seemed to split the silence around Dam.

“Hem, apparently my one disciple's son has held fast to his promise, that he will not reveal who he really is, otherwise the Shaman must have perished in his hands, because I know very well who my student is,” said Abah Kasturi Si Haji crazy but still remain calm in cross-legged.

Indeed, he had previously asked all his students and fellow kiai who are members of the T O H organization that he led to make a promise not to reveal their true identity.

Because if that happens danger can lurk them from black groups such as shamans, demons, and others, and of course the kiai who defend the black people who are given knowledge by the Power but use it in the way of heresy.

Because he understands exactly what happened when the identity of T O H revealed the danger could be lurking anytime and anywhere like 20 years ago when he was still part of the T O H organization first generation.

Some of his friends from one organization were killed by black shamans. Similarly, his wife and child were burned alive in front of his own eyes by the community because they were made a scapegoat and accused of heresy.

I do not want this to happen a second time in the second generation T O H.

Abah Kasturi thought for a moment who should he meet in order to help Jaka who is in trouble, “Hem apparently Nak Lukman was thinking, well I will just get a chance,” said Abah Kasturi.

With an instant as if as fast as the light of his body disappeared as if swallowed by nature lost in darkness.

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The House of Gus Lukman

Wonosalam is a place where there is a dense forest at the foot of Anjasmoro mountain. Pas on the top of Bareng subdistrict but still included in Jombang district.

In addition to the beauty of the panoramic nature tourism that is very amazing and stunning to the eye. Wonosalam holds millions of mystical stories and the awesomeness of the Forest is so terrible.

Gus Lukman's house is one of the retainers

T O H is located there in one of the villages called Ngerimbi village.

the location of Gus Lukman's house is not far from a magnificent temple that stood since the time of Majapahit when the largest kingdom of Adi Daya at that time was still ruled by a Queen of Tribuana Tunggadewi.

Gus Lukman seems to be busy meditating with the Angelic realm, expressing longing, sending a message to the Sinarinyungan Jagat that is Allah Taala. By continuing to sit cross-legged twisting tasbih melafazkan puja and praise sholawat to the presence of His Majesty Prophet Muhammad Saw .

“Assallamualaikum Gus Lukman,” a greeting stops his fingers to turn the prayer beads, stopping his mouthwash to recite remembrance and sholawat.

“Waalaikumsalam, yes Guru,” replied Gus Lukman but remained in the starting position cross-legged facing forward while the teacher came so quickly suddenly cross-legged to the right where Gus Lukman sat cross-legged.

“Lukman you also know my purpose and purpose in coming here is not it?,” said Abah Kasturi the teacher.

Gus Lukman nodded slowly as he said, “Good Master I will go help Adiku Jaka,”

“Yes quickly go to As-Salam cottage, Adimu Jaka already desperately needs your help,” said Abah Kasturi.

“Enggeh Guru (he guru),” says Gus Lukman.

As usual the Master came and went as the light disappeared so quickly only the greeting was spoken but his body was lost imprudently.

Gus Lukman then stood up from sitting cross-legged walking to the main room to check on his son and wife, seeing they were asleep right, right,

Because it is still so late in the morning precisely at the time of a quarter of the night at 01.30.

Gus Lukman approached the wife who was sleeping soundly with the little woman of their hearts as she kissed the wife's forehead and said, “The back goes first to my Adindaku, there is an important task from the Father Master. Keep the house well yes, Assalamualaikum,” said Gus Lukman

Then quickly as the wind disappeared through the cracks of the window continued to dart down towards Pondok Pesantren As-Salam.

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Jaka is in the grip of Mr. Wiro continues to try to escape. The first stab of Pak Wiro's keris on Jaka's left waist tore his skin deep enough to make Jaka look so painful.

“You are very old Mr. Wiro, why did your prick miss, did you say you wanted to stab my heart?,” said Jaka slightly insinuating Mr. Wira.

“It is true that you are the son of Wachid, your character is the same as your Abah apparently. It's in front of your eyes you can still joke?,” said Mr Wira.

“Hehehe, uhuk... uhuk.., sorry Mr. Wira this time you will lose the same as 20 years ago when you were defeated by Abahku Abah Wachid,” said Jaka withstood the pain with a cough.

“Have not said much, accept this...!!,” said Mr. Wira while unsheathing kris in his hand but this time also missed not about the ten hearts of Jaka, but this time also missed, this time the keris landed on Jaka's stomach.

Jeps......

Keris Sakti nicknamed kris demon Kober owned by Pak Wira stuck right in the middle of Jaka's stomach. Blood also flows between the curves of the keris sliding down to the ground in a blackish red.

Huaark... Uhuk...

Jaka began to vomit blood while his face began to turn deathly pale. His body that was in the grip of Mr. Wira began to limp helplessly.

His eyes began to appear blurry, but his mouth was still on its back. As if to show Ustazah Ratih and the students who were crying on the edge of the guardrail of the cottage dormitory that he was fine.

“Mas Jaka's.... No...!!,” from a distance Ustazah Ratih shouted loudly while continuing to cry.

Because powerless to see the brutality of Mr. Wira who continued to stick dagger into Jaka's body repeatedly.

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