TUMBAL SEVENTH

Tragedy In The Old Tomb

“Do not mess with you!” toilet Mbah Barjo while pointing at us, “let go of my daughter!” he continued full of anger.

“If Sumpah wants us to let go, then also let go of our two friends!” sahut Bayu fierce.

“No! Don't take Tirta from me! She's mine!” sekar shouted, he continued to rebel his eyes were fixed on Tirta. Bayu did not care, his left hand was used to curl the neck of the woman was not sane. While his right hand blocked the right hand Sekar folded to the back of the back. While Mang Ule held Sekar's left hand.

“Ran, you burned a keris that was stuck on top of that grave. Then save Mela and Tirta.” I nodded at Bayu's whisper.

“Pak, protect keri .. ap!” Bayu immediately silenced Sekar's mouth which would leak our plan to his father.

“Shut up!” hardik Bayu's. Sekar kept trying to scream in Bayu's hand. Telling his father about our plan through eye movements, but fortunately neither Mbah Barjo nor Mbok Patmi caught the signal that his daughter was trying to convey.

“Come Ran, move now. Let me and Mang Ule distract that damn shaman.”

“Okay, Bay.”

After Bayu moved a little backward to the edge of the abyss, and continued to invite Mbah Barjo to talk. I moved towards the keris that was stuck in the hood. I tried to unplug it, but it was very difficult. As if someone was holding back. Even I was bouncing and sitting on the ground.

I tried to unplug it again, but still couldn't. “Difficult, Bay!” my yelling. Mbah Barjo turned his head towards me, he was confused between wanting to save his daughter or his talisman as well as his prospective collateral.

“If until Mbah Barjo approaches Rania, then I will throw Sekar to the bottom of the abyss!” threatening Bayu. Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi compactly turned towards Bayu further shook his head.

“No! Nay! Don't hurt our daughter! He knows nothing in this,” cried Mbok Patmi.

“Mamang help Rania only!” I heard Bayu gave orders to Mang Ule.

“Siap, Mas Bayu.” Mang Ule also stepped towards me and tried to pull the keris, but still could not.

“Indeed very difficult, Mas Bayu!” yelled Mang Ule.

Mbah Barjo smiled disdainfully. “You won't be able to unplug it. The keris will only obey its owner. Stupid fool!” The sableng shaman further chuckled horribly. Mbok Patmi smiled flatly.

“Then just burn the graves!” exclamation Bayu.

Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi turned towards Bayu again. “Do not! Don't do that! It could wreak havoc!” shouted Mbah Barjo. The face that had originally been an annoying expression now turned frantic. While Tirta he looks confused by what is happening now.

“Already! Burn it, Ran!” shout Bayu. I nodded. Then I pulled out a bamboo torch and turned it off and pulled the axis made of coconut coir. I poured kerosene into the keris. Mang Ule ignited it with the other torch.

Once embroidered, the fire immediately grew and there was a sound like the sound of a stifled explosion. Mang Ule pulled me back away from the fire. Along with the burning of the keris and the old hood, the bodies of Mbah Barjo and Mbok Patmi shook their feet while shouting heat. What a terrible sight. I was watching that horror.

“Argh!” erang Tirta holding his head. His thin body staggered and collapsed to the ground.

I woke up from the daydream and approached Tirta. While Bayu release Sekar.

“Ta! Hey, wake up!” said Bayu after approaching. Tirta still continued to groan while holding her head. He looks very sick. I can't bear to see it.

“This, Non Mela has not been aware as well. How's this?” exclaimed Mang Ule who had managed to release Mela from the bond.

The atmosphere is so chaotic. Tirta finally fainted as well after groaning in pain for a while. Mela was unconscious as well. While Sekar hysterically saw the condition of his parents who were lying motionless and in a state of charred bodies like burned out. Strange, though that burned keris as the grave, but why did a pair of shamans join the charred?

I was busy trying to resuscitate Tirta, Bayu and Mang Ule resuscitated Mela. While Sekar kept shouting to call his mother and father.

“Ta, Ta conscious! It's me, Raniamu.” I put Tirta's head in my lap, I wiped her hair and I cleaned her dirty face with her handkerchief.

“See! This is your handkerchief first. I still keep it until now,” I said interrupted sobs. I wiped the tears from my eyes that were dripping on his face with my hands.

I smiled as I held back my tears as I heard Tirta moaning. A moment later he blinked and opened his eyes slowly. I'm back sobbing. Blissfully. He finally regained consciousness. I pecked his forehead, not caring even if he wasn't my mahram.

“Ra-Ran-Rania,” call it stamped. Our eyes clashed, he was still lying on my lap. His hand was stalling weakly, gently rubbing this cheek. I clasped his hand that was still on this cheek, then I pecked it many times. Still sobbing.

“Iya, I'm Rania. Raniamu,”.

Then we looked at each other for a moment.

“I'm happy that finally Tirtaku has returned,” I said while in his arms.

Tirta loosened her embrace and let go. “Back? Where am I from?” A moment later he circulated his gaze around, “ini ... Where are we?” tanyakanya.

“The story is long. Later I will tell a story,” I said as I grabbed his arm and clasped his hand. Tirta still looked dazed. But at least he remembered me. That's enough to make me more excited.

It felt like the sun had risen after so many years of eclipses and the pitch that had originally enveloped the earth was slowly turning up.

“There Bayu is also here,” said Tirta after turning towards the big tree. I nodded. “It ... who leaned on the tree and the old man ... who?” tanyanya.

“Women Mela my best friend. The old man was my driver. Mang Ule his name.” Tirta nodded faintly.

“Where to Bay?” my many.

“Mela is not aware yet, Ran.” Bayu's voice weakened. I pulled Tirta's arm closer to Bayu, Mela and Mang Ule. After greeting Bayu, Tirta then salaman with Mang Ule.

“How do you want to dong?” I asked to be confused.

“We'll get Mela out of here right away. Let me be the one who bopong.” I nodded to Bayu's words.

“Ya already, later let's replace mamang,” said Mang Ule. Bayu.

“Same changes I can too,” added Tirta.

“Eh, don't dong! Your own condition, right, still weak,” I said.

“I'm better, kok.”

“Udah, let Bayu be with Mang Ule only. Mela is her weight.” Tirta finally resigned.

“We go from here now?” tanyaku later.

“Iya. Come!” timpal Bayu's. The next moment he held Mela.

“Kerus How?” my many. Our eyes were on Sekar who was still sitting on the side of his parents. While continuing to mess up, I don't know what?

“Already. Just leave him here. He's an adult. I must have known what to do. Come on, let's just go!” bring Bayu. I recite even though I actually did not have the heart to leave Sekar alone here and in such a ruined condition.

“Bay, you first!” my word. Bayu stepped in the front row, Mang Ule behind him. Then Tirta and last me.

“You first!” tell Tirta while making room for me to precede him, “let me who is behind,” he continued later. I'm natur.

After switching positions, Sekar grabbed Tirta's arm and pulled him to the edge of the abyss. It all happened so fast. He laughed out loud. Like a madman. “If I can't have it, then nobody else can have it!” his yell.

“No! Now, let him go!” I said as I stepped closer trying to help Tirta.

“Do not approach!” screamed, "or she I pushed into the abyss" he continued. I stopped my steps too.

“Please, let go of him, Sekar!” my toilet. Sekar even broke up.

“No going!” lantang. While continuing to tighten the pitingan to the neck of Tirta. Tirta was still too weak to rebel.

Bayu put Mela to the ground. He approached and tried to persuade Sekar to release Tirta. With Mang Ule.

“No will! If I can't have it then nobody else can either!” sekar concluded. His expression was like that of a child who did not want to share toys.

“TIRTAAA!” my screams were all my might, as Tirta's weak body was pushed by Sekar into the abyss. In an instant Tirta's body disappeared from sight. The next second Sekar plunged into the ravine.

I'm like losing a leg bone. Limply. A moment later my body collapsed to the ground. Shock.