Hidden In The Mist
Bab11 Loak book

Angga sitting at the dinner table enjoying fried rice made by om Bandi. The hour hand is still showing at seven in the morning, the air in the city of Malang is still cool, but Angga can not hide the anxiety in his heart. He began to try to express his purpose come to visit om Bandi.

"Sorry before. There are serious things I want to say to Om Bandi. To be honest, in addition to wanting to vacation and visit Bandi, I actually have other destinations come to this city om."

Om Bandi stopped chewing the rice in his mouth, then looked fixed on Angga's face. The man's forehead crinkled and then put his spoon on the plate.

Om Bandi's attitude immediately became serious. He caught there was something unusual from the attitude of the handsome young man sitting in front of him.

"What's wrong, after adulthood, you really become careful if you want to talk, like this is not your only relative?"

"Let's continue what's really going on, maybe we can find the same way out. After all, um Bandi is on holiday, so we can talk about anything all day."

Om Bandi insists that Angga should not hesitate. He was really curious about what his nephew wanted to say.

"Actually this is not my problem om, but a friend who lives in Banyuwangi. He was the son of a rich merchant in the village."

"Not so long ago, me and three friends got an invitation from Herly, a friend in college, and I decided to come to meet the invitation. But upon arriving there, I felt the house was full of mystical fragrance."

"Ahead of the death of the father, the house became a horror om. I saw the shadow of a floating person who climbed into an empty room on the third floor, then afterwards, we were terrorized by a mysterious voice, which made us unable to sleep all night until the morning, and the next day Herly's father died."

"The awkwardness was felt, when the family lawyer arrived to read the contents of the inheritance and the last will of Herly's father which for us was not reasonable."

"The will is strange and its effect is very mysterious. I can't imagine a father doing all that to his son."

Om Bandi feels Angga's story is quite interesting, he really lost his appetite and focus on hearing Angga's speech.

"What is the content of the child's father's will, why do you have to bother thinking about it?"

Angga caught the seriousness on the face of om Bandi. He felt he had managed to attract his attention. Angga then continued to talk about the will of the father who seemed strange.

"So, in the will, the father asked his son to perform a strange ritual that Herly's father had never once discussed the ritual to his son."

"Herly didn't even know that the father, who had performed the ritual, had been known to Herly, his father was a great man, a hard worker who managed to build a business in agriculture."

"He only knew that his father was a successful man, owned a large land, and a farm. It is natural that he is respected by villagers and has extensive business colleagues out of town."

"But now that her father is gone, Herly must accept the new fact, the other side of her father who is known as a friendly and generous figure."

"The family lawyer appointed by Herly's father, has prepared a number of documents on assets, in banks and overseas property for Herly. But on two conditions, Herly must first make a ritual a mandatory condition to receive her right."

"Two after completing the last ritual, the father asked Herly to relinquish all rights to the property in the village, then handed the property to someone else who could carry on the burden of the ritual."

"And lastly, when I was going to the station, I saw something strange, whether it was just a coincidence or something, but it was clear, at that time I saw some strange people watching Herly's house from a considerable distance."

Then I thought again and began to believe, that all this must have something to do with the will written by the father. Does Bandi know about this kind of thing, or have you ever had a similar experience?"

"Honestly I was curious, and wanted to find out what really happened, because Herly himself never knew about this mystical thing. Now he is worried whether to continue to obey the will of the father, or to ignore it, at all costs we do not know."

Om Bandi's face became tense, the man seemed to think hard, there was an anxiety on the look on his face, but he seemed reluctant to discuss further the matter.

"The curse problem is not our realm, it is wrong for us to be dragged into it. Once inside you won't be able to get out again."

"Here you go, come with me, let's go on the road. You haven't been here in a long time, there's a lot of new things in this town you don't know."

Om Bandi then took out his favorite big motorbike and invited Angga to walk the road in the city. While on the station track he was interested to see the old stall of used booksellers who are quite famous in his era. Angga asked that Bandi om pull over to stop by at the small stall.

"Om we stopped by the bookstall yeah, I want to find a book, maybe there's a rare old comic on the stall, count nostalgia."

Om Bandi complied with Angga's wishes, then pulled off his bike. They entered the old stall that used to be frequented by Angga's grandfather. The old man who owned the stall immediately recognized Bandi, because Angga's grandfather often brought him to buy books at the stall when he was a child.

Angga immediately went to check the old book on the shelf, some were not neatly arranged and only piled on the floor with newspaper.

Outside, Bandi and the old man of the stall owner were busy chatting regardless of Angga in the least. He who is obsessed with the case Herly plans to take om Bandi to the library, or museum after this.

But the plan changed, because Angga found a special shelf containing books of old books about Javanese culture, ancient rituals, and Javanese script about mantras.

Angga began to open the book one by one and found a few words of wisdom that made him interested. But then a book fell by itself, Angga concentration was immediately diverted to the book that almost hit his head.

Curious about the contents of the book, Angga then opened a thick book containing ancient Javanese script. He continued to look at the spooky picture in the book, despite not understanding its contents.

"You read what son, it seems like a very interesting book, until you don't move a bit from there."

The voice of the kiosk owner resuscitated Angga. Without feeling it, it had been almost half an hour he had crouched down, and focused on the book he was currently holding.

"How much this book costs, I want to buy, it looks like I'm paired with this thick book, no matter what it is, what it contains, but I'm very interested to know what is contained in a short sentence sentence below the picture."

The old man's face instantly turned cynical. The owner of the bookstall, looked at Angga's face with a sharp look, then smiled, while taking out a used newspaper.

"This old book is priceless, I don't sell it. The old book was lucky, I though would find it hard to know the meaning contained in the book."

"There are many symbols, myths, in a book full of mysteries. I wouldn't suggest you buy that old book."

"If you really want to learn about the content, that's up to it."

Angga looked again at the book in his hand and the desire of his heart did not change. Although he did not understand the contents, he still wanted to buy the book.

"I want this book, how much?"

"Free for you, I'll give you the book as a gift. One day, if you're tired of this book, don't throw it away, return it here, or he'll find his way back to this stall."

Angga felt that there was something strange about the words of the old man who owned the stall, but Angga did not want to bully him. The old man hung up the book with newspaper and gave it to Angga.

Om Bandi again chatted a little with the owner of the stall, then they leave, immediately leave the stall, then go to the local library.

Om Bandi, still keeping the words of the old man of the stall owner in his heart. He said nothing to Angga about the kiosk owner's words, and just drove his bike to the local library.