ADJOINING REALM
NIGHT TO 5

"Bah, Darto slept first Mbah, Si Mbah not sleepy yet?" ask me to Sewan Kakung who was sitting cross-legged while continuing to recite and play the prayer beads in his right hand.

"Yes Dar, you sleep first, Kakung is not sleepy," he said briefly then continued his dhikr.

Hearing that, I immediately wrapped my body in a sheath, then sat leaning against a tree trunk near the fire. Slowly my vision began to blur, until my eyes were completely closed, my soul was carried back into the dark realm.

"Son.." a male voice from the middle of darkness echoed so loudly through the silence.

"Who?" my voice cried out in the darkness, this time I could hear my own voice different from other times.

The question from me was not an opinion answer, it was just that it suddenly appeared a speck of light from a distance. The light seemed to be approaching, the light gradually enlarged and continued to grow until it looked human-like when it was right in front of me.

Samar looks like an old man who is walking bent over with a hump on his back. His white beard was so long that it touched the ground. His right hand carries a cane, he uses it for additional footing while walking. His wand was made of a strange twig, with the top end shaped like a snake head.

"Oh I know who you are, you must be Darmin's sister huh?" the old man's voice was so echoing that my ears were buzzing.

"Can Grandpa keep Grandpa's voice down?" I answered while closing both ears.

"Ahahahahaha Brother and Sister are the same, where is your Brother son?" asked the old man in a tone that had sounded slow.

"My name is Darto Kek, Darmin is not my brother, but my Father, and you are long dead. Who's Grandpa exactly?" I answered while blowing a hole between the clenched palms, then attached the fist to the ear to eliminate the buzzing sound.

"What! Has it been true that I have been neglected by him for so long? How old are you, son? And how did your father die? You don't need to know my name, son, because my name is too much. Everyone who carries this stone always gives a new name, I'm more comfortable being called grandfather by you son"

"Good Cake. Father died when I was four years old Kek, and now I am 15 years old, I do not know the details, but both Si Mbahku said if you died after fighting with the owner of the mud swamp"

"Your father lost the same buto ireng?"

"Ireng's auto? Is that the name of the owner of the bog cake?"

"Yes son, he is indeed strong, because he has eaten the tumbal even since there is still a kingdom in the land here,"

"Did Grandpa know that Buto Ireng?

"Hahaha I was even old, when he was born, I really wanted to see what he was like now. Son, watch out for the red pocongs to keep following you out of the village!" said the Grandfather with a serious face

"Red cocoon? Is he near the cake?"

"Well, there's no way she's approaching as long as there's that white guy next to you"

"May Darto ask me something, Kek?"

"Please look we are still here, soon the old man all white will also wake you up, because outside almost a third of the night," his tone ketus, he said, it seems like this stone waiter does not like Simbah Kakung.

"Why did Grandpa come with you?" manya curious.

"You may not know who I am, but I know who your blood ancestors are. Clearly, even the human king and the genie king must bow if they meet your Ancestor,"

"What's so special about a cake? Then what is Grandpa's goal?"

"I just want to come along, I want to see the growth of my friend's descendants, but the white Aki-Aki is preventing me from coming with your Father. But well fortunately I can meet again with his son, plus in comparison with your Father your aura is more similar to the aura that my friend had during his life, he said, maybe you're the one I've been waiting for, son!"

"Then? Why did Grandpa make the whole pesantren possessed when he said he just wanted to see my father's growth?"

"After your father picked up this stone in a whisper from me, I was glad to see another human being. Maybe I've been locked up in a rock for hundreds of years, in the middle of the wilderness before I met your father, so I can say I'm just nosy Nak hehehe,"

"Have been son, There is still a lot of time we have, go back, time here and there is different, do not go too long into this nature. Then Grandpa go first son, take care of yourself. Assalamualaikum," he said as he left me and disappeared again.

"Deg. deg..!" the sound of my heart was beating fast enough, only this time I heard the figure of a subtle creature say hello.

'Is he muslim? is he not evil?' I murmured in my heart.

"Wa-Wa'alaikumsalam," I answered still stammering.

After the consciousness began to return, I heard Kakung's voice calling my name.

"Dara.. Darto, let's go."

"Njih Mbah Kakung?!" I answered while rubbing my eyes because I was still not so conscious after falling asleep.

"Have you met?"

"What's Kung?"

"Aki-Aki who lives in the stone," replied Kakung while pointing at the necklace hangers I was wearing

"Oh.. It's Kung, he's told a lot of stories, and he says he's a friend of the ancestors, Kung,"

"Want... He's asking for conditions or anything, Dar?"

"Mboten Kung, he just said he wanted to come, and he also said hello, is he a Muslim?"

"It's good that you don't ask for conditions, and it's also good that he's a Muslim. So later no need to bother telling him to say shahadah. May he no longer be rich in the past, who suddenly prance while shouting 'I am free' continuously, to the extent that the entire pesantren of reluctance and trance"

"Oh so because he pranced, huh Kung until the whole boarding school trance? Ahaha!"

"Yes Dar is strange that aki-aki in there, maybe so long he himself,"

***

Sahur, the morning prayer, ready to be done we do, resumed our journey to divide the middle of nowhere. Now that we have entered into a very dense forest, even sunlight is not allowed to enter by the leaves that clustered over our heads. it makes daylight feel like a blind morning when the sun is not yet fully visible.

Keep walking, we both only rest when about to pray or rest sleep at night.It does not feel like we have been walking for five days continuously splitting the wilderness without meeting a single human.

Drowsiness and fatigue are clearly drawn from Kakung's blackened eye bags, I know he did not sleep from the beginning of our journey, either because it took care of me, I know, or indeed he has been used to not sleeping on the way I really do not know.

"Dar, we'll rest here, yes, Kakung is tired,"

"Njih Kung, let Darto find firewood, Kakung rest first,"

While looking for wood I saw that wrinkled fingers were constantly adorned with the body he rested on the trunk of a large tree behind him. His eyes blinked softly as if it was too heavy to keep him open. How not sleepy? it was night, four nights he did not sleep, and traveled while fasting at a young age no longer. He is truly a powerful figure beyond what I have in my image.

"Dar, Kakung sleep for a while yes, if there is anything wake up," he said then back leaned his body to the tree.

"Njih Kung," I answered her request. I don't know why I stayed awake for four nights.

And sure enough, just slept how many seconds, and only then did Kakung stop thinking. Instantly it was also a boisterous noise as the market suddenly sounded from various directions, as if they were waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to approach when the chant of Dhikr came to a halt.

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