Candra Kirana
Mas Bambang's

The truly famous paranormal in Jombang is not much, if calculated maybe not more than five. However, people who ask Mbah or Ki Bambang house in the terminal area food stalls definitely got a satisfactory answer.

In fact, some of them will suggest to hire a local motorcycle taxi only. The distance is not too far, and they will also say that the magicians they are looking for are usually called 'mas', because they are still included in the ranks of young shamans.

Without passing through the terminal, Kiran, Septi and Surya's entourage had just exited the toll. It turned out that the house they were heading to was also quite close to the toll gate.

Surya invites Septi and Kiran to stop by his house for a while to pick up the queue number, which has been ordered from early morning through his brother.

"Mom, about Bambang mas still want the same we do not yes?" surya asked his mother.

Ms. Ika replied softly, "Mother does not understand as well, in the past time often came to ask for food to our stalls the condition is still not sane. Who knew that fate would lead him to become a shaman?!"

"Yes too, how could he remember his past! Even if you remember the same as Irva," said Surya accompanied by laughter that makes Septi and Kiran wonder.

"Don't be reminded of that, Sur! Your sister's wife could be upset if you offend that bad time!"

Septi elbowed his girlfriend with high curiosity. "What the hell are you laughing so clearly?"

"Ehm ... my brother-in-law was once kissed by Bambang in the middle of the market!"

"Did?" Septi and Kiran spontaneously gawk, scrambling to ask the truth of the unique news. "What true? How can?"

Surya explained lightly, "It used to be crazy for a long time before becoming a great shaman! Well, at that crazy time he likes nosy as the woman he meets, the reason is because he asked to marry."

"Trus, trus?" tanya Septi is getting curious.

"Yes not allowed with his parents, besides which woman would want to marry a madman? If the neighbors had not been surprised by the same behavior, while Irva was a newlywed at that time, people from outside the city as well. After meeting Bambang mas who just finished asking for food at the mother's shop .. continue to be so smelled in the middle of the market without being able to avoid hahaha …!"

Kiran and Septi say 'oh' at the same time. Septi connected with the question, "But now it's not that, right? I was afraid of it! That's not funny at all, Sur!"

"Now 1000% sane, married and have children. Continue later yes story, we leave now let not kesorean." Surya precedes standing up and kisses his mother's hand for parting.

Ma'am Ika nodded after being watched. "Be careful! Greetings to Bambang mas if he still wants the same mother, Sur!"

The road to the village is not too crowded. After the market where Surya's mother used to sell typical Soto dock Jombang, there is only a village road that is side by side with the river. The typical air of the village is still very felt, the journey into the village was enjoyed Kiran and Septi with open car glass.

Surya was driving slower as soon as he entered the main street of the young psychic's house. Some cars look neat parking, some are quite luxurious. Marking a shaman mas guest is not just anyone.

His famous name apparently attracts people from the upper class to entrust their luck in the hands of Bambang mas.

After parking, Surya went to the waiting room and handed a queue number to one of the servants who worked to arrange guests. Surya is welcome to wait for a while because it turns out that his number was already called.

Within ten minutes, Surya, Septi and Kiran had entered the paranormal's practice room. Not much different from the condition of smart homes in other places, the smell of frankincense dominates the air in the magnificent house.

Old touches still exist in the previously empty house and wingit almost 40 years. But renovations have been done in many places by mas Bambang. The shaman's house is now really like an office mansion. Comfortable, not impressed creepy especially haunted when viewed from the outside.

Surya nodded confirming, quite happy because it turns out that Bambang still remembers his mother. "Yes right, Mom! My name is Surya. It's Septi and Kiran, oh yeah Mas Bambang got greetings from mom!"

"Hmm, I haven't stopped there in a while! Hopefully in the near future can invite my wife to eat my favorite soto dok first, greetings to your mother later!" said the shaman while chuckling lightly. "What's it gonna take to bring a girl two? Want to be married all, need to be reconciled or need something to be strong all night with them later on the first night?"

Surya laughed at the shaman's silly question, while the two girls in the room were forced to smile stiffly. Bawdy conversations between men should not be heard openly like that. Septi looked in the other direction, while Kiran saw the eyes of the shaman who had hit him deeply.

The magician's eyes are squinted, the black sphere is not precise, so when staring, sometimes like not focusing on the object. However, that was not what Kiran felt, Bambang's eyes seemed to strip the other part of her.

Kiran reflex held onto her chest, her pendant warmed up and her energy seemed to flow into the blood. Plus his irregular heartbeat, Kiran suddenly felt pain all over his body.

"My girlfriend .. I mean Septi needs the help of mas Bambang to close his inner eyes. The past few days he had felt strange with his eyesight!" Surya told me briefly about some of the events and sightings Septi has seen lately.

Mas Bambang listened as a mangosteen, occasionally staring at Septi with his strange eyes, but longer if his gaze fell on Kiran. The gaze that made Kiran tremble, shudder and feel threatened.

Ah yes, suddenly Kiran did not like the young psychic in any way!

Mas Bambang smiled widely, not reducing his hospitality in the slightest. "I'll help if Septi himself asks, because that's the rule."

Surya nodded in understanding and asked Septi to speak his needs directly without intermediaries. Septi expressed all his wishes without convoluted. "I don't want to be able to see any subtle creatures, Mom! Restore my vision as before, I want to live a normal and calm life!"

"Don't like being indigo? You have a little advantage, you can use it to help others later. Coincidentally now there's one of your friends who needs help!" Mas Bambang glanced at Kiran in his cross-eyed glance. The clear code was not understood by Surya or Septi.

"I prefer indomi fry, if indigo perdemitan mah amit-amit!" Septi rubbed his arms, shuddering with the atmosphere of the room getting hotter. "If later my friend needs help, I invite you here just let Bambang mas who is in order!"

Mas Bambang nodded in understanding. Two young girls in his room actually have the same problem though not exactly. What the shaman saw in Septi was a small part of all the problems. The root is on the girl next door, Kiran.

It's just that, mas Bambang is a person who works according to the rules of apprenticeship. Without a sentence of help request from the concerned, he could not do the job. Mas Bambang may be able to handle Septi, but can not handle Kiran if the person concerned or his family does not say if they need his services.

So it can be ascertained, the efforts of Bambang to help Septi will not succeed one hundred percent, it is because the root of the problem is in Kiran.

"Later prepare a tub of water or a bucket, mix this and use the water to bathe as usual! Apply it on the belly button before going to bed! " Mas Bambang thrust something in a plastic clip on Septi. Contains powders that have just been smoked and smeared.

"Good, Mas!" septi.

Kiran took a quick glance at the two small parcels Septi had received. His eyes immediately met with the paranormal when he returned the view. Kiran really did not understand her body that was getting weaker and helpless. The only thing that could be felt was the heat from the pendant spreading throughout his body.

"Your necklace is good, Ma'am!" Mas Bambang pointed at Kiran. Pay attention to the moon pendant that hangs short on the girl's neck. Pendants that only hang on a small prusic strap. "Buy where?"

Kiran covered her necklace by wrapping her collar together, then put on a forced smile and replied flatly, "Dikasih friend!"

Kiran did not mean to lie, but I don't know .. There is something in Bambang that can not be trusted just like that.

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