You And I Are The Same

Chapter 11's

The people who were inside there were not aware that Satri who had just come out from there did not leave, he was still stunned when he saw five possessed friends coming with fierce facial expressions and their footsteps were very fast as if to challenge someone.

Sure enough, when the man's santri pulled over to five friends entered regardless of the person who was in wisdom listening to the chants of the ruqyah letter.

“Buyar! Ojo ngesroh my queen is dusty! Disband! Don't disturb my queen in!” said the five possessed santri loudly.

They said with a waistline, the five santri was always in unison saying a sentence of prohibition.

“Go from here! Don't bother us!” gus Zaini kalem.

Kyai Abasari's son was famous for his patience, never once did he get angry or yell at people. He always spoke soft and polite words, so that made his interlocutors condescending.

“Sopo? Kok wani-wani gongkon me,” ketus santri the largest body.

Gus Zaini grabbed his prayer beads and he threw them at his five sorcerers, like they were bewitched. The five santri fell unconscious and were carried to the corner of the room used to meruqyah Rianti.

“Sak derenge kulo nyuwun pangapunten sing katah. Kulo mboten can nerusaken ruqyah niki,” I have with a very soft and calm tone.

Of course Rianti, Avan and Grace looked at each other. They did not expect famous people in various regions to give up ruqyah against Rianti.

Avan's wife did not accept Gus Zaini's confession, she immediately pointed at Kyai's son with various questions that pleaded.

“How much did Gus ask for? God willing I pay. What Gus thinks we will not pay dearly for the services of Gus,” scorned Rianti, maybe at this time the veins of shame that woman has broken up so she insulted a son Kyai.

Or maybe the contents of Rianti's head are currently in error so that they cannot think positively.

“Not that problem, Ma'am. I can't do it because my santri was affected as well,” replied Gus Zaini with a smile.

“I also need to think about the tranquility of this pesantren, if I still continue to menruqyah sampean can-can all my santri trance. Does Mbak have no pity to see them like that?” gus Zaini asked with his explanation.

Rianti looked at the pity of the five santri Gus Zaini who were lying near the exit. His heart was sliced with pain, realizing that his arrival to seek treatment here had a negative impact on others.

“Please forgive me, Gus. I really human do not know myself,” said Rianti with fused hands.

Kyai Abasari's son smiled and responded to Rianti's words.

“Nothing. Naturally if Mbak like this I understand the attitude of Mbak,” reply while writing Arabic writing on a piece of paper.

“Please practice this after fardhu salad!” gus Zaini's message to Rianti who has been crying.

“Matur nuwun,” said Rianti while blocking tears that continue to divorce.

“Empun Mbak, mboten needs to be weaned! Already Ma'am, no need to cry!” gus Zaini's.

“You really didn't see them and him?”

Again the santri-santri threw a glance, they were confused to answer what. Due to the fact that they did not see the person mentioned by Rianti, the one they saw behind Gus Zaini was only the paintings of the late Romi Kyai and Gus Zaini.

“Kulo pot mboten ketingal nopo-nopo Mbak, I did not see anything Mbak,” I santri oldest among the four other santri.

Rianti stared at their faces all one by one, completely unreasonable. He was the only one who saw the appearance of 7 people wearing all white clothes and 10 others wearing traditional Javanese clothes, they stood together like people about to perform congregational prayers.

“What is it possible that you saw the unseen santri Father Kyai who is commonly told by Gus Fikri?” muttered Samsul softly, but he did not dare to chim in with Rianti's words.

After endless conversation Rianti decides to return home, but along the way the woman continues to babble incessantly about the apparition she saw.

“Have not been discussed! You better be privileged to be kept away from them (unseen creatures)” advises Avan who keeps glancing at his wife's face from the rearview mirror.

The man pulled his motor gas and the injection matic motor drove quickly splitting the crowd of the road. Upon arriving at the crossroads to the two Grace and Avan parted ways, as their house was opposite direction.

“Mas I'm hungry,” said Rianti who stroked his rumbling stomach.

Avan asked while focusing on riding the gray iron horse.

“Anything, the important thing is not meatballs.” The condition was fulfilled by Avan.

The man loosened his grip on the steering wheel while glancing right to left looking for the best dining house. At the taste of having found a nice restaurant Avan turned on the penny lamp and pulled over to the left of the road.

The iron horse is parked right next to the musholah.

“You sure you ate here, Mas?” Rianti's question made Avan a little confused plus irritated.

“Not to be chatty! You want to eat no?” ketusnya without seeing Rianti who followed him.

“Mas!” she strangled her husband's hand.

“What?” Avan's eyebrows shot up, you can guess the man was angry.

“What else this time, heum?” The man ruffled his waist with a shriveled forehead.

Rianti tiptoed to whisper in the ear of her husband who has ngeyel's disease.

Avan's eyes glared and his mouth gaped in disbelief at Rianti's words. Then the netraya sweep the parking lot and in the restaurant crowded with visitors who are impatient to eat food stalls Bu Leny which is quite famous in the surrounding Beroto Street.