Am I Different?
(S3) Occult

From then on, Ranti dared to oppose to Bu Sumi when she made new issues to herself and her husband.

Ms. Sumi felt a sigh and became heartbroken because of the reply. Ms. Sumi even made it a point to make them separate. Today, Ms. Sumi also entrusted her son to her neighbor, she said she would go to an important place.

"Mom, I nipped my son, yeah. I went to an important place to solve the problem for a while," said Ms. Sumi while leaving her child.

"Yes, what time is it? Why an afternoon like this has just come here, anyway," said the neighbor.

"Sudden, Mom. Just a moment, can't time? Go first, yeah." Ms. Sumi walked away from her neighbor's house.

"Don't be long, Miss Sum!" shouted his ladder.

Ms. Sumi just lifted her thumb without saying anything. Sumi walked to the highway to wait for public transport to take her away. No need to wait long, finally the car came.

Ms. Sumi waved her hand, to signal to stop the angkot.

"Where, Mom?" ask the driver.

"Ke Jalan Panglima sudirman, sir. In the orchid alley, yes," replied Ms. Sumi.

"Yes, Mom. To his brother's house?" ask the driver.

"Why, anyway? It's a big onion, can it be silent?" replied Miss Sumi with a sniffle.

When he heard Sumi's answer, the Angkot driver also sat down. 'Ih, really ketus, anyway? Grandma dropped by!'

The distance to the address they are heading to does not take long. Sumi immediately paid with one sheet of money five thousand and rushed to get down.

Ms. Sumi walked towards one of the houses in the alley, which was located at the very end. Adzan magrib was reverberating and dripping rain water, not quenching Bu Sumi's determination to stop his steps.

It took fifteen minutes to reach the house at the end of it.

Geck! Geck!

Ms. Sumi also knocked on the door of the house with the ancient building. Even in times like these, houses with bamboo, four-pointed rooms using wood and light bulbs of yellow color become the hallmark of this house.

"Lake in!" answer the voice that sounded heavy inside the house.

Ms. Sumi slowly opened the two-tiered wooden door.

Crett!

The sound of the door closing his ears.

"Excuse me," Sumi said hesitantly.

"Sit down" asked the voice again.

With a yellow light bulb and only one seed, making this house look dark and creepy. It did not appear to be someone who was the source of the voice. Ms. Sumi was scared, but she felt the need.

"What do you need to do here?" suddenly from behind the curtain of mosquito nets in the middle of the room, it blazed and showed an old man, long-bearded and white, appearing to surprise him.

Sumi was surprised to see him. The old man, after that, immediately sat on the chair near Bu Sumi.

Ms. Sumi with a scared face, immediately said what her goal was here for.

"Come, Mbah. I am Sumi, intending to have one of my neighbors destroyed and even divorced. What can I do, Mbah?" ask Sumi.

"Can. That's the easy problem." It turns out that Bu Sumi came to one of the smart people to make Ranti and Nando's household destroyed. Not only does his ugly heart like to slander others, but also his awkward brain by coming to smart people to separate people's relationships.

Sumi and the shaman chatted, then immediately performed the magic he used to separate them. The shaman asked Sumi to take a photo of the two of them and a plain black cloth. If Ms. Sumi agrees, then tomorrow must bring the shaman's necessary items to perform the ritual.

"Then do I have to come back here again tomorrow?" ask Sumi.

"Yes, the sooner the better. Do not forget to bring seven cantilever bungan to complete the conditions of it all," the shaman ordered.

"Good, Mbah. Then I go home first. I'll be here again tomorrow." Sumi got up from her seat, and then immediately walked out of the house.

Raindrops from afternoon, still wetting. Ms. Ranti returned to the fifteen-minute journey to get to the highway. The environment here is dominant deserted, not even seven hours the door is all closed.

"People are here on no gibah or anything, huh? Sepi. It must not be exciting for people to live here" muttered Bu Sumi.

Although his clothes were wet with rain water, it did not ignite his spirit to do evil to others. 'Ranti, I won't let your life settle down. You don't know who you're dealing with right now? Sumilah hapsari, this most beautiful and charming woman.'

Arriving on the highway, Ms. Sumi deliberately sat on the side of the road to wait for public transportation to come. However, for ten minutes, no vehicles passed in this area.

"Where to, anyway? Very long," muttered Bu Sumi.

Ms. Sumi was getting irritated, the more the night the atmosphere became quieter, quieter and only the sound of water falling on the leaves.

"What time is this? There's no question what's this clock?" mummy Bu Sumi again.

Sumi decided to get out of her seat.

"Eh, nyicil road, who knows in front of the vehicle passing," said Sumi.

He also stepped foot away from the alley area. Walking in the middle of the crackle and silence, making the feathers of Bu Ranti's neck goosebumps. He sang the Javanese song to expel his fear.

however, just a few steps away, suddenly a whisper was heard that was very close to his ear.

"Fique quito." That whisper.

Sumi heard it, but it sounded foreign to her ears so she didn't rub it at all.

"Fique quito." The voice sounded in his ears again. The wind on his right hand felt cold as ice.

"Well, why ears, anyway? quik quik, what the hell is this on the ear!" Sumi's mom pitched ketus when she said that.

"Fique quito!" The voice this time sounded angry and the emphasis was getting stronger, unlike it was first heard. (Fique quito means silence in Dutch)

"Not bothering me, I'm not messing around!" Ms. Sumi kept using a taut tone. It looks like he is going through it.

"Ga of sterf (Go or die)." This time the voice sounded a little groaning. Even his tone sounded really angry towards Bu Sumi.

Ms. Sumi is a stiff person, she doesn't even make that sound. He still kekeh mengembangkan java song that he liked earlier.