TUMBAL SEVENTH

Plan B

I looked back and forth looking for a hiding place. At the end of the hall was a small closet, I decided to hide next to it. From here the mysterious door of space was still visible.

Soon Mbah Barjo arrived. I poked my head a little to see his movements. Mbah Barjo's hand was stretched out over the door grabbing something. Apparently the door lock was placed over the vent. The next second opened the lock and entered.

I wonder what Mbah Barjo is doing in there. I tried to walk slowly towards the door and peeked. Coincidentally the door was not shut tightly by the shaman. The smell of frankincense and fragrance of what oil came out when I got to the door that opened a little.

In the room measuring 3X3 range there is a couch above it presented various offerings in the middle there are lanterns. There were all sorts of flowers on a round tray, cigarettes, eggs, and nothing else. There were many, but my eyes could not detect them all.

Mbah Barjo performs a ritual in there. Then he grabbed a layah, a ceper plate made of soil over which there was charcoal burning. Blow it a few times and burn something on top of the charcoal. From the smell of it being burned seems like frankincense.

The shaman then sat cross-legged on the side of the cots containing various sajen. Then cupped his hands and his mouth began to commute to read the mantra. After previously applying something on some of his keris which is now placed on a tray that previously contained various flowers.

Kriyeee!

The door opened wide by itself, I hurried to hide behind the wall of the board. The next second the door closed by itself so loud that it made a bedebum sound. I almost screamed in shock. However, strangely the occupants of this house seemed to be completely unperturbed by this noise.

The atmosphere is getting uncomfortable. Hot and stuffy. I chose to go back to my room. It is important to know where the key of the room is.

Just now that I was about to lie next to Mela, this ear caught a terrible sound like a giggle then a roar then a very heart-wrenching scream and groan. As if suffering from extreme pain. The next instant changed into a heartbreaking crying sound. I chose to ignore it and hide behind the covers.

***

The morning has arrived. Me, Mela and Mang Ule are going to execute Plan B. One of us will pretend to be sick in order to buy time. I hope this plan works.

After bathing in the sandang that is behind Mbah Barjo's house. Me and Mela help Mbok Patmi cook in the kitchen. Cook breakfast menu. The long bean vegetable that Tirta had picked from the garden was located quite far away, he said.

After the ready-to-eat meal. We enjoyed breakfast together in the living room, on a mat that spread out.

“If you are still tired, you can stay here for a few more nights. And if you want to travel to the waterfall princess to be escorted by Sekar and Tirta riding a vegetable vehicle that usually crosses the road near the cemetery there,”, said Mbok Patmi suddenly friendly to us. Even with Mbah Barjo, who was originally cold to us is now a little friendly.

What's the matter?

But, there are benefits too. So, the three of us didn't have to launch Plan B.

“Basic kids city. Concise!” tease Sekar shrewdly, but it was clearly heard in these ears. Mela was annoyed, I clasped her hand gesturing her not to say a word.

After breakfast, Mbok Patmi and Mbah Barjo say goodbye to going to the fields. Me and the others agree.

“If you need anything just ask Sekar!” mbok Patmi's. I nodded again.

***

Now there are me, Mela, Mang Ule, Tirta and Sekar who are always alone like envelopes and stamps. It sucks!

Mela pulled me into the room. “Now what's the next plan?” tanyanya.

I paced forcing my brain to think. Finally came the idea. “You are the same Mang Ule try to divert the attention of Sekar. Take it around or where it is. So I have time to eliminate Mbah Barjo's amulet. Give me about half an hour.” Mela nodded. Then rushed to the terrace approaching Sekar and Tirta.

I heard Mela asked interra to go around the pine garden. After having refused, Sekar finally complied with Mela's request.

“Your other friend is not coming?” I heard Sekar ask Mela.

“No. He still has his knees stiff, ” Mela replied. “Come, Mang! Mang Ule coming, later become the photographer!”

The four of them finally went around. It's time to act. I went to the ritual room. Inside there are only a few keris. While the word Dian talisman Mbah Barjo is not only keris, but many.

I'm sure the amulet was kept in his room. I rushed into Mbah Barjo's room and checked in the closet. I found a collection of spell books and a few more talismans like a pomegranate red stone and I don't know what the name is. I don't know, that must be weird shape.

As I tried to bring the spell book out of the room. My legs felt heavy as if someone was holding them. I can't even move my legs at all.

The more I try, the heavier my legs feel and the more I lose strength. Limply.

The cupboard I had closed opened on its own. Books and talismans that were already in hand bounced back to their original place. The next second the door of the room opened, and my body seemed to be blown out. My back hit the wall of the board really hard.

I feel something flowing from inside the nostrils. Kuraba with index finger, deep black color liquid. My eyes are getting dark and blurry.