TUMBAL SEVENTH

Dividing Ritual

“Mang, quickly go call Bayu!” my word. After my brain can no longer think. Blanks. No longer know what to do?

“Bab-good, Non.” Mang Ule stuttered while nodding. A moment later the middle-aged man ran out. I waited for Bayu and Mang Ule to arrive restlessly.

After a few minutes have passed. Mang Ule came with Bayu. Bayu came straight to me. “Where? What's up?” tanyanya.

“Bay, Mela kidnapped,” my light without stalling.

Bayu scrunched his forehead. “For a moment, what does it mean to be kidnapped?” tanyanya did not understand.

Then I told you what I heard last night, the conversation of Mbah Barjo and his wife. Before Mela disappeared like now.

Bayu looked down. “Yes, I have indeed heard the words of citizens. If Mbah Barjo is every five years looking for a tumbal. I really did not expect that the night of one suro this year coincided with the time they searched for the tumbal,” he said limp.

“Duh, Gusti!” suhut Mang Ule panicked.

“Continue now how?” I was worried, “anyhow, we have to try to save Mela and Tirta,” continued I was full of emphasis.

“Iya, Ran, I agree. Eum, now let's go check all Mbah Barjo's amulets. Still in place or carried.” As Bayu suggested, I immediately led Bayu and Mang Ule into Mbah Barjo's room to check the closet where the amulets were stored. All the sacred things are still in their place.

“Possibly, Mbah Barjo only carries one talisman that is considered the most powerful,” said Bayu.

“Keep now what?” I began to get impatient.

“Tenlush, Ran. After all, right, the time of the donation is still later malem. We still have plenty of time to find and save Mela as well as Tirta,” Bayu said while holding both sides of this shoulder. Amplifies.

“By the way it's easy, Bay. Don't even know where they were taken? How do you want to save, try?” I'm starting to growl.

“Try you to remember! What did Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi say last night?” cycar Bayu's.

Then I tried to remember. “Night Mbok Patmi mentioned ‘kanjeng prince’ about you know, who is meant by ‘kanjeng prince’?” That's all I remember. The rest have forgotten, Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi talk about anything.

Bayu holding a forehead forced his brain to think while walking back and forth to and fro. He tried hard to remember who it was called by ‘kanjeng prince’.

“Argh!” erang Bayu, “otakku blank. I also can't remember anything,” he continued.

“Ya already, now mending we do the next plan only,” my suggestion, “but what? Where do we start?” tanyaku later. I really panicked amazingly.

“OK, gini aja. We take out all the amulets and books belonging to Mbah Barjo and then we burn!” bayu's suggestion, Mang Ule and I nodded in agreement.

However, when we got to the front of the closet and our hand was just stalling and would pick up the talisman and the book inside, suddenly the closet door closed by itself. It's hard to open again.

A moment later the bodies of the three of us were thrown out of the room. Again the door of Mbah Barjo's room closed so hard that it made a noise, and locked itself.

The three of us stood up while grimacing withstanding the pain in the body. Post-clashing with each other. Compact, from our noses the three of us let out a thick, blackish-red liquid. Nosebleeds.

“There is no other option. We'd better go outside now, and we'll just burn this house down!” say Bayu emotion.

Mang Ule looked at Bayu in disbelief. With me. “What is Mas Bayu sure of, with that plan?” asked Mang Ule later.

“Iya Bay, are you sure? What with the burning of this house will not affect Mela and Tirta?” timpal. I'm worried about Mela and Tirta's condition. Afraid, if later the fetish waiter was on a mosquito how?

“Hopefully no,” said Bayu lirih. His head was bowed in lethargy. The next moment looked at me as if waiting for approval.

Finally I nodded in agreement with Bayu's proposal to burn down Mbah Barjo's house.

“Wait Bay!” Bayu also stopped igniting torches into the wall of the board that had been sprayed with kerosene before.

“What's up, Ran?” upset mouth.

“Are you sure, this will not cause bigger problems later?” asku, “what should not we ask for help to residents only,” continued me.

“The villagers are here when it comes to matters with this shaman, they have raised their hands, Ran. No other choice, we have to act alone.” After saying so, Bayu directly ignited the torch into the wall of the board. The next second Bayu pulled my arm away. Mang Ule.

The fire grew bigger and blazing so fiercely devoured the board house and roofed the zinc. It did not take long, Mbah Barjo's house was flat with the ground. Leave the debris that has become charcoal.

“Bay, are our plans real?” I asked while staring at the former house of Mbah Barjo who was still smoking smoke, and the fire had begun to extinguish.

“I don't know, Ran. But, at least we've managed to burn the amulet and the book of the shaman son of a bitch, ‘kan?” sahut Bayu's. I was crying in his arms. My feelings are very upset.

The three of us sat under a pine tree. Set up the next plan. Calm down each one.

“Ck, no need to think about it. Now all we need to think about is finding the whereabouts of Mela and Tirta. Then save them. That's the important thing,” said Bayu while holding both sides of my shoulder. Our gazes clashed.

“True what Mas Bayu said, Non.” Mang Ule confirmed Bayu's words, but he himself could not even control the vibrations that shook his old body.

“Keep next what?” my many. The next second the three of us thought together. Find a way out of all the problems that are happening.

“OK, gini aja. We use the astral projection path. How?” Bayu asked for my approval.

“Bby, tuh, Bay.” I'll agree.

“Copral mikel jeksen is what, Non?” ask Mang Ule. Me and Bayu looked at him. It sounded funny to my ears, but there was no desire to laugh.

“Sorry, Non, Mas Bayu! Mamang, right, it does not know,” cetus. Then lower his gaze.

“Yes, forgiven. Mamang duty, enough, keep an eye around, yes, when Rania and I travel in another realm,” said Bayu.

Mang Ule nodded. Although I know, he is actually still confused by the sentence he just heard.

“Come, Ran, soon we start!” bring Bayu. I nodded. We both sat down cross-legged, hands clasped each other. Soon we both closed our eyes and focused our minds ready for merogo sukmo or astral projection.

“Aaak!” someone's screams disperse my concentration. Even with Bayu, we both opened our eyes. A moment later the three of us turned towards the source of the sound. Apparently Sekar is coming. I don't know what the purpose is. “What happened to my house?” continued. He looks shocked. Me, Bayu and Mang Ule looked at each other.

“Come, get ready to face the worst situation,” waned Bayu. Fear enveloped my heart again.

Just looking towards the three of us. Then step closer. “Say! What happened to my house?” his scabbard with a tone was no longer friendly. Me, Bayu and Mang Ule compactly shook their heads.

“Don't lie to you?” he shouted while pointing towards the three of us. “Who is he?” continued. Now Sekar's attention is on Bayu.

Bayu immediately ambushed and put his hand Sekar behind his back. “Already, don't talk much of you! Now, show me where your parents have Mela?” cycar Bayu's. Mang Ule also gripped Sekar's arm because he continued to rebel.

“I don't know what you mean!” kilah Sekar's.

“Don't lie to you!” hardikku while pointing at him, “I know everything. I knew your parents would make Mela a tumbar for the prince. Say it! Who and where is referred to as ‘kanjeng prince’ it!” my pedicabs. Instantly, Sekar's facial expression turned frightened.

“Quick say!” yayu snapped, getting impatient.

“I don't know!” Still keep on tickling. Makes my emotions peak.

“Do not lie!” my toilet.

“Really, I don't know.” Just keep saying and confessing not knowing. I'm sure he actually knows everything.

We had to teach him a little lesson. Only finally Sekar confessed and wanted to show his place.

But, it seems Sekar deliberately invites us to go around first in order to buy time.

“Do not mess with you, yes! Come on, quickly show me the real way! Soon this Magrib!” yelled Bayu while curling his neck. Growled.

“I-iya ... Yes, I will show you,” timpal Sekar terbar stamped. The next second coughed as a result of Bayu's strangulation.

After crossing the path that uphill very steep and downhill so steep. On the left and right side are overgrown with trees and shrubs. Finally arrived at a slightly sloping place.

Several tens of meters in front .. under the big tree and its leafy leaves there is an ancient and worn-out shaped cup.

The four of us walked closer. The closer the situation became clear under the tree. Mela was tied to a tree in an unconscious condition. Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi were sitting cross-legged where in front of him was a very large torch and several other offerings. The couple kept chanting the spell. There was Tirta sitting quietly behind the two.

“The donation ritual is soon finished and your friend will not be able to survive!” whispered Sekar with an irritating tone.

Damnit damnit! It turned out that Mbah Barjo deliberately accelerated the timing of the slaughter ritual. Magrib's time is still a little. I don't know what he's thinking.

“If that happens, then we agree to finish you too,” my toilet, “ayo, stop the ritual!” tehatku later. Refuse with a sledgehammer.

“Good. Then prepare to meet your death!” threaten Bayu while re-curling Sekar's neck.

“Aaakh! Bap-Bap-aak!” sekar shouted held back by Bayu's giggling. Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi stopped the ritual. Then look towards us. With Tirta.

“Barthy!” mbah Barjo. The middle-aged man then stood up and looked at us with a wrathful look.