TUMBAL SEVENTH

Magic In Cassava Factory

“Must find Tirta where else, yes, Mel?”

“What if we try to ask Lurah or RT this village. Surely they know dong, where maybe the same citizens themselves do not know, yes, ‘kan?” mela.

“What does Non Mela say,” says Mang Ule. I nodded in agreement.

“Iya, Non, all report on our arrival to this village. We haven't made a report yet, loh.”

“Oh, yes, yes, Mang. I forgot,” reply. Mang Ule chuckled.

“Ya already, we just go to the house of Mr. Lurah first!” take me.

“Emang do you know where his home is?” ask Mela. I'm shaking.

“Where, anyway?” said Mela and Mang Ule Kompak.

“We just ask the citizens. In front of there are people. Then stop first, we ask them.”

“Ready, Non!” suhut Mang Ule's. Mela looked in the direction I was pointing.

“Who wants to ask?” ask Mela. I put my shoulders down.

“Ya already, let's just mamang!” tawar Mang Ule, and immediately got down from the car then asked where Mr. Lurah's residence would be. Residents do not hesitate to tell where the location of Lurah's house here.

“Thank you,” concluded Mang Ule. Citizens say compact. Then Mang Ule returned to the car.

“Where to Mang?” ask Mela.

“Friend, Non. Now mamang already know where to forward this car.”

“Cakep!” sahut Mela while giving her thumb.

“The name of the temple is Bandi, said the citizen,” continued Mang Ule explained. Me and Mela nodded in understanding.

After driving the car on the winding road, uphill and downhill. Finally arrived at a large yard. The house also looks the best among other houses around it.

“Mamang sure, this is Mr Lurah's home?” many ensure.

“Safe Non. Sure this is home according to the instructions of the citizens earlier,” replied Mang Ule steady.

Just now the three of us were about to step onto the terrace. A middle-aged man in neat clothes came out from behind the white door.

“Eh, there is a guest apparently,” said Mr. Tambun who now welcomes us on the terrace.

We rushed to the terrace to regret it.

“What is this right Pak Lurah Bandi's house?” many ensure.

“Iya, right. I am Bandi,” answered. Then let us come in and sit down. Mr. Lurah also called his wife to make drinks and prepare snacks for us.

“Not bother, Sir!” I said pleasantries.

“Not bothered, really. Just water with snacks alakadarnya,” replied Mr. Bandi. While waiting for drinks and dishes, we chatted lightly. Mr. Lurah asked us who and where and what purpose came to this village.

I also explained the purpose of my arrival to this village. In addition to the pilgrimage to Tania's tomb, you will also want to review Dad's cassava factory.

Before long Mr. Bandi's wife came to serve drinks and snacks at the table so that our chat was interrupted.

“Come, please drink and taste a typical snack of his village,” said Pak Bandi's wife.

“Iya, Mom. Thank you,” answered me.

“Come on tasted!” This time Mr. Bandi invited. The three of us nodded compactly. Mang Ule directly took the fried cassava and devoured it. You Mang Ule, be shy!

“This is how things are in the village. The mainstay snack, yes, at most fried cassava and fried bananas,” explained Mr. Bandi.

“This is precisely a delicious and healthy snack, sir,” said Mela while taking one fried cassava and eating it. I chose to just sip the tea. I don't know, my mind's fucked up Tirta's mind. Until I lost my appetite.

“Loh, Sister Rania, why not eat fried foods? Wh why? Don't like it, huh?” ask Mr. Bandi. “Ayo Mbak, eaten!” he continued while sliding the plate containing fried cassava in front of me. I just nod. Then take one for the sake of appreciating the host.

“Oh, yes, if you want to go to my Dad's factory by where, yes, sir? I forgot the path,” my question continued grinning.

“Korazard if you forget. I haven't been here five years. There have also been many changes here. Since I became a laurah here, I tried to advance development in this village.”

Me and Mela were also Mang Ule nodding.

“That's good, Sir. Spirit Sir!” suhut Mela's. Mr. Lurah chuckles proudly. The next second Mela took another fried cassava and devoured it. Fuck up! It is very similar to Mang Ule.

Mr. Bandi then explained where we should go if we want to go to Dad's cassava factory.

“Thank you, yes, Mr.”

“Iya, both Ms. Rania,” replied Mr. Bandi. “If you need help in any case just contact me. God willing, ready to help,” bargain later. I just nod.

“Oh yes, Sir. All of you want to report for permission to stay in this village for the next few days,” I continued almost forgot because it was fun to chat this.

“Ready ready! I'll later record your report.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Come, eaten again!” tell Mr. Bandi later. The three of us nodded. I'm sure, Mela and Mang Ule must have been full. As long as I and Mr. Lurah talk, they both eat. Arriving at the plate only a few pieces of fried cassava left. Greedy! How humiliating!

“Oh, yes, Sir. If Tirta, you know not now where he lives?”

“Tirta? Which tirta, huh?”

“That's a loh, sir, Tirta who used to be my schoolmate, who is famous as a sane child,” I explained. I'm sorry, Ta, I had to say this. How else, people here used to call you crazy boy.

Mr. Bandi looked at each other with the wife sitting at his side. “Oh, yes, Mom, what time is it?” Mr. Bandi observed the clock stuck to the wall. Bu Lurah also observed. “Hour clock is this. Sorry, I want to have a meeting at the village hall soon,” he continued to shift the conversation.

“Pak, I beg you! If you know where Tirta is, please tell me!” I pray with no disrespect.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry!” the pretext of Mr. Bandi and immediately move from sitting.

“That's weird. Pak Lurah's time also seemed to avoid being asked about your friend named Tirta. I swear, yeah, I was wondering if I didn't. Actually what the hell, happened to the same Tirta?” cerocos Mela's. I took a deep breath and looked out the window.

“Now where do we go, Non?” ask Mang Ule.

“We ask residents where Mr. RT's house is, Mang.”

“Make what else, Ran?” suhut Mela's.

“Ya, ask Mr. RT about the existence of Tirta.”

“Ran, try it, you thinkin. If Mr. Bandi whose rank is Lurah in the village here was the answer when asked about Tirta. How RT, RW, must be the same. I'm not sure. Mending us to Daddy's factory first. To fulfill your trust from your father to review his factory.”

“Ya already, we to factory, Mang!”

“Ready, Non!” man Ule replied and then drove the car towards the factory.

When I got to the front of the factory I saw some sort of black fog enveloping Dad's factory.

“What's up, Ran?” ask Mela.

“Neg. There's nothing.”

“Ya already, let's go in!” bring Mela. I nodded.

“Non, wait in the car only, yes!” the Pinta Mang Ule. He looked a little scared about going into the factory. Maybe because the aura is so negative. So, Mang Ule felt uncomfortable in this factory area.

“Ya already, Mamang wait in the car only,” I replied. Then I went into the factory with Mela.

Arriving inside looks lonely. There are only a few employees and residents who still want to come to supply cassava to this factory.

I went straight to Mr. Aldi's room, the man you trusted to run this factory.

“Eh, there's Ms. Rania. Let's go!” Mr. Aldi welcomed our arrival in a friendly manner. “Come, please sit!” continued. Me and Mela sat on the sofa. Mr. Aldi was sitting on the couch across the table.

“Actually what happened to this factory, sir? Why are cassava suppliers now declining drastically?” ask me without further ado.

“This has all happened since there was a businessman who set up a new factory not far from here. Almost all the supplyers moved to the new factory,” explained Mr. Aldi.

“Why can that be? Does the new factory promise a higher price, Sir?”

“It is precisely there that is strange, Ms. Rania.”

I scrunched my forehead. “While how, Sir?”

“The new factory pegs the price a little lower than this factory. Previously it was higher, but now since the supply precisely rame lower the purchase price. But, strangely still crowded suppliers.”

“Fix, something is wrong, Ran,” Mela said.

“I also think so, Mel.”

“That time there were also people who installed offerings behind this factory, Ma'am. I don't know what the purpose is I don't know for sure. But, said the person sort of sajen useless so that this factory goes bankrupt.”

Mr. Aldi's explanation makes sense. It is possible that the black fog that enveloped this factory caused a negative aura here.

“Since the discovery of sajen I don't know who the installer is. All employees and suppliers do not feel at home for long in this factory,” added Mr. Aldi.

“I feel that too, Sir!” suhut Mela's. “Ngot at home, it feels uncomfortable here, Ran!” he continued while rubbing his neck.

“Why? You goosebumps, Mel?” Mela nodded at my lot.

“We go yuk, from here!” whine Mela while tugging at my arm.

“Iya, briefly, Mel!”

“If dealing with black magic or magic is difficult, sir.”

“There are already those who suggest to hold a bill here, Ma'am. But, until now I have not done. Because Mr. Devan said, I was told to wait for coordination from Mbak Rania.”

“If you can't have such a ritual, sir. Later try to think about how to restore a positive aura in this factory.”

“Good, Ms. Rania.”

“Ran, let's get out!” mela Whine. It seemed like he was already very uncomfortable being in this room.

“Yes already, we go first, yes, sir!” pamittu. Mr. Aldi. Me and Mela just got out. An employee came to tell him that Mang Ule was possessed.

“Hah?! Mang Ule possessed?!” exclaim Mela. Then me and Mela, as well as Mr. Aldi rushed forward to see the condition of Mang Ule.

Mang Ule kept yelling to drive us out of here. The figure who possessed Mang Ule claimed that this factory was his home, and no one should stay except him.

“Before there were often employees possessed like this, Mbak,” explained Mr. Aldi.

I'm sure, the one who possessed Mang Ule and the employees was a shipment from the new factory owner. Why should we compete in such a petty way? What losers!

I tried to bring out the figure residing in Mang Ule's body in my own way. Until the genie finally managed to get rid of me and I told him to go back to the origin. Mang Ule is still unconscious. Fainted.

My job is getting more and more. While my energy seemed to be drained out after removing the genie from Mang Ule's body earlier. I need a break to recover my stamina.

“Mel, we're back to the inn. I'm really lemes!” take me when Mang Ule is awake.

“Iya, Ran. Come on, let's get in the car. While let me drive,” proposed Mela. I nodded in agreement. Mang Ule is still weak yet strong driving. With me.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Aldi and other employees. The three of us also resigned. Back to the inn and rest.

“Ran, why are you standing there? Said lemes wants a break?” asked Mela as I quietly stood on the terrace and communicated with the genie who had possessed Mang Ule.

Yes, the genie with a reddish body, long black nails and a horn on his head with fiery red eyes followed us all the way to the front of the inn. Just watching us from a distance and then disappearing.

I need to raise my vigilance. It seems like the genie had some evil intentions.