Ghost Nose Mbeler
Ending Inspiration.

The figure of a red kuntilanak appears floating, the distance is not far from two Ulama who are still standing with one hand from each person holding a prayer beads.

The voice of Istigfar continued to be heard, all the worshippers helped by reading whatever they could, some read the three kulhu and alfatihah, some also read the verse of the chair and even the letter of jasin.

Whatever it is read, the important thing is the purpose of all who are there only one is surrender, beg for forgiveness and take refuge in Allah Swt.

The figure of the red kuntilanak now floated higher, in the span of both hands, and suddenly a strong wind blew, everyone had stopped reading kalammulloh because they were shocked to hear an explosion on the roof of Siti's mother's house,except for Mr. Ustadz and Mr. Haji, they knew very well that it was the way the devil outwitted their own particularity.

As the burning embers receded under the water, so the red kuntilanak changed from the red light that enveloped the soul without its body gradually disappeared and formed a more visible wujut.

The white clothes were shabby, the long hair dangling and the white eyes all with pale black circles in the eye area.

"Mas Seno's..."

His voice sounded floating, like being carried away by the wind, with eyes straight ahead of either seeing who, but obviously none of them would want to meet him..."

"Take me off..."

Say it again, still with the same position and expression.

Mr. Ustadz seemed to stop reading, he stared at the red kuntilanak.

"Go to your realm, do not want to be enslaved or enslave humans."

"Your place is no longer here, let us who are alive settle in this world."

"Yes Warsi.is not your grudge avenged, all have realized his regret towards you, apologizing, regretting, even received punishment, go Warsi, be happy in your nature, we are different, you should not still be here, you should not be,especially if it's just to bother us."

Warsinah's ghost with a pale face slightly shifted towards where Seno was, Seno looked slightly backward, it was obvious that he was frightened.

About three meters Kuntilanak was standing facing Seno, he looked straight with his white eyes.

"Go Warsi, cycle everything that has happened, enough of what has happened so far, calm down in your nature."

Everyone was stunned, they were drifting in their minds, asking in their minds who Seno and Nyai Warsi were, then what was their relationship?I don't know that only the two natural creatures and alloh know.

The two clerics seemed to smile meaningfully.

The two then raise their hands by saying basmallah, then read some verses that they specifically to usher Warsinah's departure to a white spot that is getting brighter and brighter.

But not to mention Warsinah's body lifted to that point, a red light was radiated back in her head, cracks in Warsinah's head was gaping again, nana flooded her nose,and long, pointed black nails seemed to grow on both hands.

Warsinah laughs gigglingly...

"Hihi hi.hi.hi.i.hhh...".huh...."

He then flew floating, so that the white light that was visible was dimmed and disappeared.

Warsinah's ghost with her red eyes slightly flew upwards to parallel to the top of the rambutan tree.

Now it looks long dreadlocks endless because only dangling down but not seen touching the ground look fluttering.

Shirt with red light that rippled like in the wind.

He held his hands high and uprooted several small trees growing wild around his place.

Mr. Ustadz just smiled, while Mr. Haji was still focusing on the prayer beads that were circular in his right hand.

"I want to pick up my slave."

"Go don't interfere !"

Said the red Kuntilanak with a shrill and loud voice.

"Go or we'll send it to your place by force."

Said Mr. Ustadz, then he again read some verses, and this time it seemed the red kuntilanak roared hot.

"Panat...."

"Pass..."

"All right, I'm going."

Said the red Kuntilanak, along with that, a large high shadow figure seemed to be moving away from the kuntilanak.

The red kuntilanak looked like it was burning, so a red light came out that formed like a jewel from the head of the kuntilanak, after which the light disappeared with the sound of an explosion.

Inside the house, Mutdah fell unconscious, his body cold, his lips pale.

Some mothers try to resuscitate Mutdah by applying wind oil to his nose.

Hearing the screams from inside Mr. Ustad was fooled until Warsinah disappeared before he could complete his soul.

Mr. Ustad then sighed deeply after seeing the state of Mutdah.

"The substance was brought by the creature Mr. Haji, we must immediately come and destroy the place, so that not many more are lost by it and become a source of new strength for him."

"Alright, we wait for our new morning to go there, call the citizens and village officials as well, it's a place for the public so we can't just act recklessly."

"For the time being we should continue to pray and multiply the tadarus in this house, that is all we can do."

"Isn't that Mr Ustadz?"sir Haji explained to Pak Ustadz and also the Fathers who were there.

The sun began to shine, it felt warm to the skin, some people came to the Mbacem Village Office asking for permission to do the logging of trees that had been used as a place of worship and certainly disturbing the community.

Mr. Ustadz along with Mr. Haji and some village officials and residents of the two villages were in front of the banyan tree that for decades remained as high and lush, even more lush.

See many offerings and the remains of incense under the tree.

Mr. Ustad led the prayer, and like a collaboration at that time Mr. Haji refocused on his prayer beads.

The cutter has turned on his saw machine, branch after branch starting from the bottom has been cut.

One of the cutters climbs up the fort at the top intend to cut down first because they are afraid of other trees so that many plants are damaged if cut directly from the trunk.

As he climbed up the chopper suddenly jumped down, his breathing stinged, he said if he felt something pulling his leg almost to fall.

Mr. Ustadz then approached, he read the rukiyah reading, then in the flush of the tree trunk using the soaking of bidara leaves.

Mr. Ustadz asked the chopper to try again, and with a little care the chopper climbed back up the tree.

The branches of the tree have been clean, now only a banyan tree with leaves that only stay at the shoots.

Senso was re-lit, the banyan tree was not too high but very large, so that when the hands of three adult men were stretched out would not be enough to measure the circle, the tree was ready to be torn down.

With prayer finally the center of the sanctification has collapsed, now all men participate in cutting the branches small to be made one and then burned.

The fire seemed so great that it burned the heap of banyan trees, the fire of hell that burned sin mercilessly.

Mr. Ustadz, Pak Haji, and others said it when the fire was extinguished and the pile of trunks and twigs of banyan trees had vanished into ashes,just leaving the large parts of the stem had turned into charcoal.

At home Mutdah seemed to be writhing in the heat, as well as a man who was old enough and used to be a pigeon from the tree, he looked hot, his eyes glared, convulsions, and,until his last breath blows in a state still as a devil worshiper.

The person commonly called Ki Dukun died along with the destruction of the genie of the nine springs that he had been worshipping.