TUMBAL SEVENTH

The failure of Plan A

Finally, after being interrogated, the three of us were accepted into this house. After that we got acquainted, and now I have bagged the name of the shaman who sat by Tirta's side Mbah Barjo, while his wife was named Patmi, then according to my assumption the woman of my age was named Sekar.

“Your destination to this village is what?” ask Mbok Patmi later.

After previously asking where exactly our car broke down.

“We plan to travel to the waterfall princess, Mbok,” replied me. Fortunately, Bayu had told about this waterfall.

“That's it, it's still a long way away. It's in Kasihan Village. Still have to pass three more Villages,” Sekar said.

We continued to talk at length. I while holding back growled as Sekar wrestled spoiled in Tirta's arm.

Mela nudged my arm while catching wet I was looking at Tirta. “Control yourself,” whispered. I then turned my eyes, and snorted softly. Sickened.

Next we were invited, then told to rest. Me and Mela became one room. While Mang Ule sleeps in the living room with a mat. All rooms of this house still use lantern lighting. The place is remote and not recognized as villagers around that is the factor why this shaman house is not affordable by PLN.

Me and Mela were sitting on a couch without a mattress. Only with a mat, on it there are only pillows and blankets that were deliberately provided for us.

“Now what will we do?” whispered Mela.

“Wait for the situation to be safe first just move. First of all we look for where Mbah Barjo put his collection of spells and amulets.” Mela nodded at my words.

“Later like being caught I reasoned what?” asked Mela in a soft tone.

“Ngelindur.”

“Sleeping by the way, so?” suhut Mela's. I nodded in confirming.

“Oh yes, the moringa leaf powder is just like you, right, Mel?” many ensure. Mela checked her pants pocket. The next moment he nodded. “Hah?! What do you mean by shaking?” my continue.

“Not on me,” he replied.

“Not you brought the powder?” press me. Then I checked all the pockets of my pants and jacket, but I wasn't there either.

“Eum, kayak ...” Mela's words paused while the door of our room made of worn-out boards was slowly knocked.

“Who?” whispered Mela, I put my shoulders unknowingly.

“You saw!” my word.

Quickly Mela shook her head. “No ah, you are!”

“Yes already, we'll see together!” take me. Mela nodded in agreement. We both got off the bed slowly, and walked towards the door slowly. Arriving near the door me and Mela told each other to open the door using a gesture to point each other. Mela kekeh. Not opening the door. Basic suck! In the end I had to open the door as slowly as possible so as not to cause a squeak.

After the door opens and shows who the knocker is. Me and Mela breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out Mang Ule.

“What's up, Mang?” ask me in a whispering voice.

“Mamang can't sleep, Non. In the living room feels someone is watching,” he explained while occasionally looking towards the living room.

“Ya, continues? Masa Mamang want to sleep in our same room,” said Mela ketus.

“Ya already, we are Mamang. Come on, we're back in the living room!” take me. Mang Ule walked in the front row, I tailed while pulling Mela's arm.

Arriving in the living room the three of us sat in a circle on a carpet. I gestured for Mang Ule and Mela to bring their faces closer.

“What's up?” ask Mela impatiently.

“Tonight too we should start running missions!” take me. Mela and Mang Ule nodded in agreement.

“Oh yes, is the moringa leaf powder on Mamang?” my many. Mang Ule directly checked all the pockets of his pants and clothes.

“Yes, no, Non.” Mang Ule reached out and showed the moringa leaf powder that was inside the small plastic.

“Yes already, here let me be simple,” my door. Mang Ule gave it to me. I put it in my jacket pocket.

“Now what's the next plan, Non?” ask Mang Ule, “faster finish better. Mamang do not feel at home if you have to linger here,” he continued later.

“Okay, now we check all the rooms in this house. We're looking for where they put the amulets and the spell book!” Mang Ule and Mela nodded in understanding.

“Remember, don't make a sound. Slow down!” Again, Mela and Mang Ule replied with a nod.

The three of us checked all the rooms in the house. Except for the room that was slept Mbah Barjo with his wife and Sekar with Tirta. Damnit damnit! My chest tightened as I remembered Sekar and Tirta sleeping in one room. My spirit was further boosted to immediately free Tirta from the shackles of the magic spell. That he might return to normal, and not be too long in the valley of adultery.

I went into a dark room carrying a lantern for lighting. Ah, apparently the storage room of the harvest. There were many sacks of grain and corn piled on wooden cots. In the corner left empty space and there were several empty sacks scattered on the floor. It was impossible for the shaman to keep his talisman here. I decided to go back to the living room.

However, just as I was passing in front of a room, Tirta came out. The next moment we stood face to face. But, let alone recognizing me, Tirta did not even seem to recognize himself. He looked like a dazed man standing in front of me and staring at me flat. I'd love to say who I am, then to spill this longing in his arms, but ....

Mela grabbed my outstretched hand ready to hold Tirta's cheek. “Rania, you're here apparently. Come on, back to the room!” Mela immediately pulled my arm away from the face of Tirta who still looked confused.

“What was it?” cecar Mela after arriving in the living room.

“I ...” I can't answer.

“You don't know anyway, Mel. How it feels to have not met five years, and after being met he did not recognize me it feels ..” I continued to hold my chest which felt very bad. The tears I had sustained earlier finally fell as well.

“I know how you feel, Ran, but control yourself. Remember our original purpose of coming here. To free Tirta and cast a ingrained spell on the shaman's body so that there are no more victims of witchcraft in the village around.” Mela held both sides of this shoulder. Amplifies.

A while later Mang Ule came closer.

I immediately wiped away the tears that ran down the cheeks. “Where, Mang?” I asked when Mang Ule was approaching. He shook his head, the mark did not find the whereabouts of the book and his talisman.

Mela patted my shoulder. “Eh, Ran, but back there,” point, “there is a room whose door is locked,” he continued later.

“Where?” I asked, because I was also from that direction, but did not see any locked room. Or maybe I am less focused because I keep thinking about Tirta's condition.

“Near the kitchen. In leter L there,” clear Mela later.

“Ya already, let's check!” take me. Mang Ule and Mela nodded in agreement. The three of us slowly walked into the room. Right, the door was padlocked and didn't know where the key was. What room is this?

Me, Mela and Mang Ule looked at each other in shock and panic when they heard Mbah Barjo coughing in his room.

“Back to the living room!” my whiskey. We hurried to the living room.

“Mamang pretend to sleep. Me and Mela go back to the room first,” I said softly. After Mang Ule nodded in agreement. I pulled Mela's arm into the room.

Because of the gerogi, Mela accidentally dropped a can of bread containing cassava chips located on the front desk of our room. I know, because it was presented to us. Of course his voice was very noisy.

“Aduh, how is this?” mela whispered in panic while gripping my arm tightly.

“Tenag, relax! Pretending slithering. Don't gerogi, close your eyes. I go back to the room first. Don't panic!” I pretended to sleep in bed.

Soon the shaman and his wife, also Sekar and Tirta woke up and went out of the room. The sound of their voices being noisy asked each other what sounds?

I came out of the room and pretended to ask what was going on? With Mang Ule.

“It looks like the one that fell this can,” I said as I grabbed the can lying on the worn cement floor, and returned it in its original place.

“But, who dropped?” ask Sekar.

Before long, the sound of goods falling again in the kitchen area. Mbok Patmi and Mbah Barjo rushed towards the kitchen to make sure there was what? Sekar tailed while holding Tirta's arm. Again, my heart is heating up.

“What are you doing here?” ask Mbok Patmi.

I hurried to the kitchen. “Oh, apparently my friend, yes, who dropped the stuff. Eum, I'm sorry, this friend of mine does have a weird habit. Sleep while walking. Eum, slacking, yes, skidding,” sahutku while holding both sides of Mela's shoulder.

Mbah Barjo and his wife looked at each other. Then compactly staring at me full of probing. Even with Sekar. While Tirta was staring at me and Mela with a blank look.

“Mel, Mela! Conscious, Mel!” I pretended to resuscitate Mela who was still closed and resuscitated her head on my shoulder.

The next instant Mela bellowed and pretended to be confused. “Loh, why am I here? And why are we gathered here?”

“As usual Mel, you skelted again,” reply.

Mela pretended to be embarrassed. “Eum, sorry, yes, sir, Mom, Ma'am, Mas, because of my bad habits, you guys are waking up. Again sorry!” Mela cupped her hands in front of Mbah Barjo and his wife's son who just silently looked at us full of investigation.

“Ya already, it's still night. We'd better all go to sleep again. Come on, back to bed each!” mbah Barjo. Then melengos left me and Mela who were still standing side by side in the kitchen.

“Come, Honey, we're back to the room!” take Sekar to Tirta. The vow! I really want to grab her hair. Upset to see him snobs with Tirta.

Mela blocked my arm. “Control yourself!” whispered, “ayo, we are back in the room!” continue then. While Mang Ule had already returned to the living room.

“How now?” ask Mela. I can't think clearly if my heart is upset like this.

“Already, we just sleep first!” my ketus.

“What did you say? Sleep?” Mela brought her face closer in disbelief. “Oh, come on Ran! Don't be silly! We only have time tonight. You're horrifying yourself, right, what did Mbah Barjo say? Tomorrow morning we have to leave here,” he continued.

“Iya, I remember that. But, what else, Mel. We can't make any more moves. While from the look in the eyes of Mbah Barjo and his wife, I saw they had begun to be suspicious of our movements,” explained me, “alah, we just sleep. Tomorrow we continue with plan B,”. Mela akhrinya nodded even though her lips pursed in annoyance. I know he doesn't stay here long. Actually the same, Mel, I'm not at home either, but how else.

I pat Mela's shoulder that was lying down, she turned her head towards me. “I want to tell Mang Ule first, yes, so that he sleeps,” pamitku. Mela nodded. I'm going to the living room. Mang Ule was still sitting covered in a glove.

“Where, Non?” tanyakanya.

“Already, now Mamang just sleep first. Positive, plan A, failed. Tomorrow we run plan B.” Mang Ule nodded my words.

“Yes already, I'm back in the room, yes, Mang!”

“Iya, Non.”

When I got to the door of my room, I stood watching the door of Tirta and Sekar's room. It was so unwilling to see them in the room. It's so bad that I barged in and taught that crazy woman a lesson.

My attention was distracted when I heard a noise from the direction in the locked room earlier. I slowly approached the room. Passing through Mbah Barjo's room is also Sekar's room facing each other. Passing through the small hallway to form the letter L and then arrive at the mysterious space earlier. I put my ear on the door. Fierce, what's going on in there?

My eyes widened when I heard Mbah Barjo's deheman, and it seemed to be heading this way. Die me!