Ghost Nose Mbeler
Dear Kutimang

"Kene cah ayu..."

"Kene manuto karo me"

Said an old man who was now standing staring at Warsinah.

He held the earthen tile on which was incense which he had burned on the coals.

Smoke billows brownish white.

Spreading the pungent fragrance of incense.

The man pulled out a brass nail.

He also grabbed a fragrant telon flower that had been neatly arranged on a offerings tray.

Warsinah stared intently at the man.

His red eyes lit up, and his pointy nails extended.

Warsinah floated, she seemed to be fighting back.

When the distance is one step for adults, Warsinah also stops.

He stood in line with the old man who turned out to be a shaman of black magic.

Warsinah looked at the shaman with a look of disdain.

He grinned, the shaman who was a little surprised at what Warsinah was doing was now slightly inching back.

Warsinah was still standing in place with eyes that kept watching the shaman's movements.

From the eyes of the shaman can Warsinah see the events that the shaman has done to her.

The shadow of the incident was like a replayed comedy.

It was very clear when the shaman locked Warsinah in the mauni tree.

And fenced the village with the rice mill so that Warsinah could not get out of the village.

Warsinah also saw a frightened man come to ask the shaman for help.

Warsinah raised both her hands above her head.

The wind immediately blew and lifted the tree that was on the side of the shaman's house.

The tree that was lifted up to the root was drifting towards the shaman.

The shaman who felt unable to fight Warsinah finally pulled out his keris.

Keris samber nyowo who was afraid of the soft people he threw and hit the tree that was drifting towards him, so now there was a very loud explosion.

Warsinah looked confused, the clothes that were reddish had returned to white kumel again.

The shaman immediately threw the nail and the yellow rice towards Warsinah.

Warsinah also disappeared along with the smoke billowing from the impact of nails that had been enveloped in the black power of the shaman with Warsinah.

The shaman is now lying on the doorstep of his reot hut, while Warsinah he continues to waskikian, he continues to fly through plantations, rice fields, fields, and some forests that become a separation from one village with another village.

Warsinah is interested in the ublek that looks dimly from where it flies.

A bucket of water that has been hollowed out the bottom appears to be the only protector of the lamp from the wind.

The smell of fresh blood that is very fragrant for the figure of Warsinah indicates if it is the burial place of baby ari-ari.

Warsinah went down to the roof of the house where she felt she was the owner of the newborn baby.

Warsinah pierced through the walls of the red baby's owner's house.

He went straight to a room where the baby slept.

The three-day-old baby was picked up.

He held the baby with one hand, and with one hand he stuck it toward the back door.

Instantly the door opened like someone was breaking down hard.

Warsinah carried the still-sleeping baby quietly and drifted into the teak forest that was located straight from behind the parents' house.

Warsinah returned to her strife when she was sitting on a teak tree branch.

The bayipun.

"Oeg.uk...."

Warsinah still cunningly pointed her palm at the baby's face.

The baby fell asleep again like a siren.

The mother of the baby who was sleeping fast due to exposure to Sirep Warsinah finally woke up because she felt like urinating.

He found his son's bed empty.

He immediately headed to the living room where his father slept on a mat in front of the tivi.

Found the father still sleeping soundly finally he went to his mother's room which was located a little backward and a little close to the kitchen.

She was shocked to see her mother sleeping alone.

He looked back and saw that the kitchen door had opened and the hinges were broken.

On top of the plywood door that had collapsed to the ground he found the baby's skull.

The last baby hat he wears before he goes to sleep to cover the baby's mbon-mbonan.

Endang Lasmiati, the mother of the baby who was taken away by Warsinahpun shouted hysterically and then fainted.

Grandpa and Grandma the baby who is the parents of Endang woke up to hear his son screaming loudly and heard the sound of falling objects.

Both of them hurriedly find out the source of the voice.

They were shocked to find his son lying with his head on the board of the door that had collapsed and broken.

"Shrimp...Endang, what's up to nduk?"

"Wake up..."

"Where's your son?"

"Endang, wake ngger..."

Said the father while occasionally patting the cheek Endang his son.

"Mbok..liaten your granddaughter, Dad, how do you feel there's something strange about this?"

Her mother Endang who had flooded with tears because she saw her daughter who was only three days after giving birth was lying helpless became very worried.

He immediately rose from his seat, which had been resting near the stomach endang now standing then immediately ran to the room Endang.

Not long after, the mother of Endang also returned to meet her Husband who is now lying Endang in the kitchen lacquer.

"Sir...Mr..insight sir..."

"Tole's not in the room, sir.."

"Where is this sir.."

Said Endang's mother in a panic, even she continued to shake her husband's arm.

"Wes gini ae, now I'm guarding Endang, Dad's not going to Gus Ruri's house."

Said his Father Endang, then walked out through the back door, not forgetting the Father raised and leaned the broken door on the kitchen goal.

His father Endang has arrived at the home of the owner of the mosque.

He said his greetings while knocking on the door slowly.

I faintly heard a greeting from inside.

"Lhoh...Mbah Kusdi, what's the matter with the night-time tumben here?"

Said the Ulama who is usually called Gus.

Endang's father very briefly recounted the incident he experienced.

Gus Ruri also asked a muezzin who happened to be still awake because he had just finished wirid with him to immediately wake all the male Santri.

Gus Ruri also advised to treat kentongan and bedug as a sign if there is danger.

The muezzin also according to, he woke the Santri and then pounded the bedug and kentongan.

Gus Ruri was at Endang's house.

He tried to help resuscitate Endang who was still unconscious.

Gus Ruri finally managed to resuscitate Endang.

It did not take long after the bedug in the tabuh, the residents flocked.

Those who are the majority of men there who still look fresh fit because maybe it is still awake.

But not a few of them are already shabby and slum typical of people who smell pillows.

Gus Ruri asked me to have a baby that was used by the baby

He said basmallah then closed his eyes as if he was detecting.

Sitting in the kitchen, one hand holding a baby peci, and one hand holding a tasbih, Gus Ruri looks like she is interacting with something.

Gus Ruri opened her eyes with a smile, she said that her son Endang was being invited to play.

Just play and won't be hurt.

"Yaudah, we're after Tole Kasian is still a baby, will get wind."

Gus Ruri said to the male students as well as the residents who had gathered and joined in the kitchen of Endang.

"Ngggeh Gus..but where are you going?"Pak Kusdi Grandpa the baby immediately asked because he was very worried.

"Patience, Mbah Kusdi do not have to come, just keep the house Mbak Endang same Mbah wedok."

Gus Ruri immediately went to the Teak Forest, he whose mental science is quite high it already knows very well where Warsinah brought her baby Endang.

When he got near where Warsinah was sitting, Gus Ruri ordered all to stop.

Residents who have never seen the sighting were some who were shocked to faint.

Maxut heart wants to help what power even becomes a burden, that is the right proverb for men cemen it.

Gus Ruri then walked closer to Warsinah who was still loyal to hold her son Endang.

Looks like Warsinah figure seems very happy.

He continued to hold the baby boy who was just three days old lovingly.

Not infrequently he hummed with a voice like being carried by the wind.

The smile that a mother brings to her child that usually sounds so beautiful because it is loving, but not for Warsinah.

His voice that was like floating instead of calming but instead made goosebumps.

"Asslamualaikum yes ahlil grave.." said Gus Ruri.

Warsinah stopped the action of petting the baby and accompanying him.

Now he turned his head, revealing a transparent face with a pale face, black skin and white sunken eyeballs all.

Maybe that's the best form Warsinah shows when she's happy.

Warsinah floated down from the branches of teak trees that were only about two meters high from the ground.

He then.....