TUMBAL SEVENTH

Sah!

Father wrathfully considers Tirta as the source of the problems that happened to me. Tirta was kicked out, Dad didn't allow her to see me again, and vice versa. I failed to convince Dad that Tirta was not the source of the problem as alleged.

Tirta now lives in Bayu's house. I was also forbidden to meet Bayu. Dad really wanted me to break up with all my friends in this village.

Since losing Tania, Dad has been very over-protective of me. That's all Dad did because he didn't want to lose his daughter again. I tried to understand that, but still tried to convince Dad that Tirta was worthy to join me in traveling this life. Yes, I still love her very much, and the hope of living together still remains.

His soul was lost in the astral realm. Before Bayu was also finally expelled from the hospital, he had time to pick up Mela from the supernatural by means of astral projection. Now my best friend has been conscious from the coma and has recovered although sometimes still a little dazed.

Mang Ule has recovered as well. Dad's cassava factory is back crowded. The black aura that had originally enveloped was gone along with the disappearance of Mbah Barjo's family.

While the spirit of Sekar still likes to appear in certain moments. But, there was no terror that meant anything from him. Only occasionally show themselves. I don't know what he meant, he didn't talk. However, his gaze implied anger.

After undergoing treatment at the hospital, me, Dad, Mama, Mela and Mang Ule returned to the inn.

There, after dinner I told her about my trip during a fainting spell. Dad, Mama, Mela and Mang Ule listened enthusiastically. When I fainted after hitting my head against a tree at that time, I met Tania.

Tania asked me to let me take her away. He said it was all His decision. At that time I replied that I would be sincere when the culprit had been rewarded for his actions.

Tania then took me to the place where her souls Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat were shackled. Yes, their souls were both lost in the supernatural realm of being the demon slaves he had originally worshipped. It all happened because Mbok Tini could not meet the conditions put forward by the devil.

Mbok Tini should have offered 9 tumbals, but only got seven and has failed. To fulfill it so nine then the demon took the souls of Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat. The body is broken somewhere.

After telling me everything. Dad called the police and found out the truth. Checking the location of the buried body of Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat, shown by Tania at that time. Evidently, there were found bones that most likely belonged to the two perpetrators, Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat. We still have to wait for the autopsy process from the authorities.

***

Finally the results of the autopsy came out, and it was true that the bones of Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat. I was relieved that they were finally rewarded for what they did to my sister. Tanias. It may be true, Mbok Tini and Pak Ramat escaped from prison, but I am already quite satisfied for what happened to them.

The strange sounds still haunt me. I still see apparitions, too, but I choose to ignore them. I'm tired of following all their invisible desires. They usually ask me for help in conveying a message that they have not been able to convey to their family or loved ones. But from now on I choose to stop even intending to close my vision so that I can live a normal life as before this sense is open.

***

“Tomorrow we go back to the city,” Dad said suddenly as we were eating breakfast in the dining room.

I stopped my activities. There was a sense of tightness in the chest when Tirta remembered. “Did Dad not give me permission to see him just once?” tanyaku.

Dad swerved towards me. “Have father said, forget him!” emphatically.

Mama who was sitting in the chair next to me grabbed my hand and shook her head slowly gesturing me not to talk about Tirta anymore.

***

After breakfast, when Dad went to review the cassava factory. Mama forbade me not to force my will in front of you. Also warning me to be patient with your stubbornness.

“Mama will help to convince your Father, but you also have to be patient,” Mama said. I nodded lethargicly.

Mama then suggested that I go see Tirta.

“Really, Ma?” many ensure. Mama nodded. I hugged her and thanked her many times. Don't forget I pecked his cheeks that had raised that wrinkle.

“But, remember! Don't be long!” I nodded to Mama's words. Then went to Bayu's house accompanied by Mela and Mang Ule.

***

Arriving at Bayu's house I talked with his family, greeting my best friend's parents. Then invite Tirta to talk outside. While Mela, she talked to Bayu. While Mang Ule was still inside the house talking to his family Bayu.

“Why did you come here? It's not that your father forbids us to meet,” Tirta said beginning the conversation. He didn't want to look at me at all. I don't know because I'm angry, I don't know because I feel inappropriate. I don't know. But, from the look in his eyes I saw there was sadness there.

“Tomorrow I return to the city.” Tirta just kept quiet, she shifted her gaze. Then I heard him take a long breath.

“Hopefully welcome to destination.” That's all Tirta said. That too without looking at me.

Clasped his hand. Then I reveal all my heart. That I still love him so much, no matter what his past is. The hope of living with him is still there. “I will also keep trying to convince my father, Ta. I hope you can wait patiently, and never think that you are not worthy of me.”

“You deserve a much better man than me, Ran. You ...”

Immediately I stopped Tirta's words by sticking the index finger on her lips. “I don't want to hear anything. Yes, I know out there there there may be many other men who are much more than you, but my heart chooses you, Ta. You're all I want,”. We watched for a moment. The next moment I slid into his arms.

I'm throwing all the flavors in there. In the arms of Tirta. I kept babbling, convincing him. Put everything in your heart. Until finally his spirit and his spirit returned. Tirta said she would wait for me. I'm glad to hear that. We also agreed to continue to communicate via phone later. Without my knowledge of course.

Yeah, for a while Tirta and I had to be LDRs and cat-cats with Dad. But, I'm sure there will be a time when we both no longer need to have a relationship in this sad way.

“You used to say that ‘fools must have met’ you still believe, right, with that word?” I tried to remind him of what he said a few years ago in front of the gate of my old house in this village. Tirta smiled and nodded at Samara. Then he hugged me tightly.

“I will faithfully wait for you,” quietly still while hugging me.

“And I will come to you someday with the blessing of both my parents,” my mouth is still in his arms.

Mela reminded me that it was time to go home. Slowly my arms and Tirta stretched out. And then it finally really came off.

***

The farewell happened between me and Tirta. He still lives in the village, in Bayu's house. Me and my family are back in town.

Days have passed and weeks and months to years, I never tired of trying to convince Dad, that Tirta is the man of my heart's choice. It turned out that my struggle was not easy in convincing Dad, there were a lot of problems that happened. Sometimes Dad and I have to raise our voices and our relationship becomes frozen.

Not only that, Dad even tried to match me up with some men who he thought were much better than Tirta. However, my heart was not at all interested in that man of Father's choice.

I'm almost desperate not to know how to convince Dad anymore. I've run out of ways and wits. I never thought about running away from home. Married running away with Tirta, but still not have the heart of my parents.

***

I frowned while on the screen of the phone with an unknown number calling. Usually if Tirta who calls using the number Bayu. Rather than be curious I decided to lift it. Besides being afraid of important phones too.

“Halo!” I tried to start the conversation. Before long someone at the end of the telepo there replied with the word ‘halo’ as well. Again, my forehead was made after hearing the voice of the caller. His voice sounded familiar to my ears.

“Tirta!” yell, the guy on the other end of the phone chuckles, “who's your number?” tanyaku later. He said he already had his own mobile phone as a result of odd jobs in the village. He's even in the same town I live in now. Pitting fate together with Bayu.

Me and Tirta often secretly met. He told me that it is not easy to find a good job just armed with a high school diploma. Tirta finally accepted to work as a restaurant waitress.

He is a hard worker, not infrequently often keceplosan give brilliant ideas for the progress of his restaurant. In the second year of his employment, I got word that Tirta was now promoted from ordinary servant to supervisor. Now he is believed to be the manager of the restaurant.

After going through various difficulties, falling awake and bleeding finally Tirta got to the point now. I always try to be by his side. To him at every step.

***

Months passed, Tirta was getting busy. We met so rarely, there was hardly ever even time for me. Every time I meet him, he always reasoned to be busy. My mind is starting to get messed up. Bad prejudice continues to haunt. Question after question kept filling my mind. Could he have another woman?

Even Bayu was like hiding something from me. Every time I asked Tirta like always avoiding and trying to divert the conversation. His actions further strengthened my suspicions. I am getting tired of my relationship. I just feel like giving up.

***

One year has passed. All that time my relationship with Tirta was frozen. We rarely met, and we hardly ever saw each other again. I don't understand why he's so busy that there's no time for me. I am now on the edge of submission. It comes to mind to accept the proposal of another man only.

However, that afternoon right on the night of my birthday, Dad came to bring me an unexpected gift. In a super big box.

“What is this, Yah?”

“Open it!” father's Decree. Mama just smiled.

I opened the big box too. When it was open he said someone from inside and thrust a box containing a ring while saying, “Will you marry me?”

I shut my mouth not believing everything that happened. My body drifted backwards almost collapsing. Dad and Tirta?

Mom and Dad cheered me to accept. Mela and Bayu also suddenly came and cheered. Cry broke. Tirta came out of the box and wiped my tears.

“Hey, don't cry!” he said, “so, how? Accepted not this is his proposal?” continued.

“You're evil! Since when did you guys plan all this against me?” sulku.

“Thank you first. I'll tell you later,” said Dad.

Applause boomed when Tirta after putting the ring on my ring finger. We continued to embrace.

“Eits! Already!” Dad broke my arms and Tirta, “continue later when married,” he added. The laughter of everyone in the living room of my house exploded boisterously.

Father then told how the beginning of his meeting with Tirta. When Dad meets at Tirta's restaurant. The two continued to talk from heart to heart.

Then Dad asked Tirta not to see me again. The goal is that Tirta focus on working first. Not only that Dad even tested the man who has now officially become my fiancee by placing himself in an important position in his office.

It is proven that Tirta has potential, and from there also Dad so he has a lot of time to get to know more about the figure of his prospective daughter-in-law.

“Why did Dad do that?” tanyaku.

“Yes, because anyone who later succeeds in becoming your husband, he not only has to love my daughter sincerely, but he also has to have potential in business and other fields. Therefore, in recent months, I am forging your prospective performances so that later you can be relied upon to manage your father's business,” explained Father at length. I can't stop crying.

Worse Mama, Mela and Bayu also know about the plan of the father, but no one is terseplosan against me. They all laughed triumphantly. Sucks.

“Where will we marry together?” chirps Mela.

“You also ...” I refer to Mela and Bayu. Both nodded confirming that it had been made. They hide a lot of secrets from me.

***

Kata ‘sah’ boisterous after Tirta said ijab kabul. A moment later all showed their hands to accept the closing prayer of the event as well as the prayer for the four brides. Yes, me and Tirta are also Mela and Bayu. We really married together.

“After this make a lot of grandchildren for dad and Mama,” chirped Dad. Tirta and I looked at each other and were embarrassed. The laughter of the invited guests broke.

Marriage is not the end, but the beginning of a long titian.

The storm had passed leaving a very beautiful rainbow hue.

T A M A T

**From Author To Reader

Thank you so much for following the story of Tirta and Rania until the ending. Sorry, if there are many shortcomings both in terms of story delivery or writing.

Sorry, too, if the ending is unsatisfactory. I hope I am still willing and not bored to follow my other stories. Sorry, too, for comments that I can't reply to one by one, but I've actually read, and honestly, your comments are tanners.

Sorry too, if I've made you all long wait for the next part. Please understand the idea sometimes like dead ends.

Anyway, thank you very much for continuing to see the SEVENTH TUMBAL story until the ending episode. Sorry for any shortcomings. Without you my writing is just a dust grain. I love you, gaes. 😘😘😘😘😘

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