Horror And Mystery Stories
mystical journey to sumbawa

Afternoon at 2 o'clock, there was a WhatsApp incoming message from Mr. Bram. It contained a message to take me to Sumbawa to handle his patients. That afternoon I answered immediately ok can, I happen to have my college holiday there is a month after the seventh semester UTS. Itung-itung all the refreshing streets to be more young hahaha…

Juma’at night soon I prepare what I have to bring. Because I don't have a powerbank to charge HP on the way. Soon I rolled out that night looking for powerbank and all my revisian print chapter 3 scripts.

Early in the morning immediately to my friend Ryan's house neighbors the village, send revisian thesis to be escorted to the lecturer's house. Actually, Saturday I made an appointment to the home of our supervising lecturer. Because these days of college, let it be finished quickly, must go to the lecturer's house. After I finished my business with Ryan, I prepared my backpack and my jacket continued to slide to Nganjuk on my red Vega motorcycle. Arrive in Nganjuk one hour. Arriving at Mr. Bram's house I immediately parked my bike next to his shop, Smiles I saw the look on Mr. Bram's face looking at me from inside his shop.

“Live in the house only.!,” the voice of Mr. Bram's sister beside the store that greeted me.

“Iya..,” sahutku, immediately I put my backpack and sit on a long wooden chair next to the store.

“Where? Will it be in vain later? Hehehe,” asked Bram to me.

“That is in vain everything that is possible,” I replied.

We are ready there. If attacked by shamans, because we treat patients sick because made people affected by witchcraft. Automatic we will get the impact can attack from shamans on the way.

Want to go to the terminal to Surabaya uh dapet together from the front neighbor of Mr. Bram's house. Thank you for arriving at Pol Bunga Rasih. This bus is near the bridge toll. The location is strategic but unfortunately the building is less treated. Although the bus is good. The guard of this place Mas Zar complained that many had come, just entered this place suddenly returned again, home.

“Oh.. That's the problem of a lot of submissions from this travel business rival on that front. Many genies are blocking people who want to come to rent a bus so it is always not a rental when it has come to this place,” explained Mr. Bram.

“Owh is so.. Kasian who works here if he can not order this tourist bus do what to eat what driver who supports his wife's child? If I am not papa because just keep it here,” said Mas Zar.

“Gini only. This place I clean the interruption of the shipment from the rival shaman PO Bis,” advice Mr. Bram and immediately exert his hand kayak pull take something and tie the jin-jin of the shaman's shipment and Islamize it.

“Pak, I ask for the number if there is something.”

“ini my W.A number, if there is something just contact do not hesitate.”

“Baik”

“Here Mas often can be a nuisance of residents here not?” ask Mr. Bram

“Iya often usually bus-bis here if the night bouncy itself if the residents here want to ngajak kidding”

“That Kuntilanak there who likes to disturb you, but not dangerous because kuntilanak do not have power and like to be nosy hahaha..” said Mr. Bram was explaining.

“Iya really like to joke that nganguin me but never seen,” said Mas Zar.

“And behind here there is a jin Fasiq behind this building whose strong energy can make danger,” continued Mr. Bram while pointing south.

Immediately Mr. Bram told me to pull the Jinn Fasiq. I immediately pulled, all tied up and Islamized. I told you to guard this place if there are attacks I also gave weapons and I added this power jin.

“Mas Islam yes... ” asked Mr. Bram.

“Iya, Islam but rarely pray,” replied Mas Zar.

That is the test of a man who works too hard to find the world until he forgets the hereafter, my inner being. If life is only while our charity is little, we in the afterlife have nothing. If we are in torment until the day of doomsday in the Barzah realm because we often leave prayers. And pity and horror brag about the torment and wrath of God.

At half-hour 6 we both leave from Surabaya. Take the bus that I like the bus there are buskers who chant songs on the way tired temples on the way. But kok unfortunately that is sung is always a sad mellow song hmm. Arrive at the restaurant bus break stop. Niece of Bu Nikmah who works in the PLTU project near this restaurant, immediately took Aqua who had been quizzed with energy do’a. to treat her sister a naughty girl in Malang. Let's obey the parents and hopefully be a sholeh woman.

Arrive in Bali in the morning at 4. There's a ID check after the port exit, but it's not as strict as I thought. Just check the ID briefly and immediately go back to the bus. Visible buildings houses and pure-pure residents along the way.

When arriving at the port of Padang Bai wait until the afternoon new can be a large ship. On the bus I saw two little girls, Ms. Rohmah, who was always cheerful on the way. Both of them like to sing like their mother. Ms. Rohmah before having children had worked in Saudi Arabia for a long time. And hajj back and forth. She told me after her husband died when in Jakarta Bu Rohmah was once ngamen. At that time Ms. Rohmah thought she wanted to buy a cassette for her son, she happened to have no money. When ngamen, who saw this Madam Rohmah whose voice is sweet and good, you know-tau beloved people hundreds of thousands of bills on the envelope, the letter reads, Ms. Rohmah was very happy and very grateful to be able to buy cassette tapes for her two children.

“Hai Om...,” greet Ina her smallest child, while taking a seat next to me.

“Adik do not disturb om who is sleeping,” said Henna his 5-year-old son was approaching his sister.

“You want this bread?” I got 3 strawberry jam loaves in my bag.

“Mamak, I was given the same bread om who wore the jacket,” Ina told her mother in the back seat of the bus.

“Say thanks same om, son,” orders his mother.

“Still, Om”

“Iya equally,” I see the two children love that bread. I just closed Henna's eyes to me.

“Om.. Om.. The bread is a once.”

“You again? It's still there,” I got the plastic one loaf all in my bag gave it to the orphan.

“Mamak, I loved the same bread again Om,” while running towards his mother in the back.

“Makasih Om, may Allah protect you and take care of you,” said Bu Rohmah mendo’ me.

“Amiin” I said in my heart.

Saturated also in the bus continues, still not leaving too. I finally got off the bus. And sit on the edge of the harbor, while enjoying the view of the sea and ships. Half an hour later I approached Mr. Bram who from earlier he said again hiccup HP in the bathroom.

“Sini san..,” I saw from the side of the toilet, Mr. Bram waved calling me from the food stall.

“San want Coffee ??”

“Ngak.” There's just this Mr. Bram, I'm the one who is on a fasting holiday offered coffee if you're joking. Haha.

“Udah I ordered rice 2 packs. One for you open magrib later.”

“Siip,” I said while observing this shop.

At this stall serving teenage girls, one of whom is still my 21st year of age. I just sat in the chair of this girl's stall was excited while stealing a look at me. I heard these girls were talking about me in her kitchen while saying “ras java-ras java”. Why is it that if I'm Javanese I think I'm the same.

“Try check and the bus already want to go to the ship yet?”

“OK,” I said as I passed towards the bus. Just came out the side door of the shop. There were 2 girls pushing each other beside the door near my side, which one of the girls pushed, a girl my age. I stopped and looked at the two girls, I definitely thought that the girl my age wanted to meet me. I paused for a moment to look at the two girls smiling while looking at me on my face. Hah, temptation, my inner. Immediately I threw my face away to go to the bus afraid of missing the bus.

“Om, the bus already want to enter the ship yet??,” my question to the bus driver.

“That's out, already want to enter this ship,” while pointing to the trucks that came out of the ship.

Immediately I returned to the stall and took the powerbank I cashed from earlier. I saw the girl who liked me. Seemed to bow his face not daring to look.

On the ship I boarded this looks quite big, happy to ride a ship. A view of the islands and Hehehe mountain. I immediately took a seat in the back seat of the ship. Mr. Bram sat in my front seat while eating the rice pack earlier. On this ship the video is played on LCD TV song Via Vallen continues from the song titled Darling to the song N.D.X sung Via Vallen if the song has been repeated again. Often the song is played.

After 4 hours later, only then changed the ghost film kuntilanak, after that continued to replace the horror film Azis caught Pocong. Hehehe. watch Indonesian comedy horror films can indeed be used as a saturation sensation on the ship. I felt the waves on this ship were unnatural. Other passengers remained calm concentration watching the film regardless of the danger of death approaching, the waves getting bigger and at any time can tear the ship upside down sinking. Mr. Bram was concentrating on trying to neutralize the water under the ship, when I tried to go down the stairs look in the trunk of the bus and the truck. There was water on the ship. I immediately took a seat in the chair earlier and concentrated on writing God's lafadz in the heart trying to point the finger of the floor of the ship and neutralize the waves of water and sholawat I read constantly. Thank God our efforts both neutralize the water was calm.

About 25 minutes later, the ship was tossed in horror.. The water is getting higher on the side of the ship because the waves are getting bigger. Because we know this wave is unnatural there is interference from under the sea that is from the underwater kingdom of the pagan jinn. I and Mr. Bram immediately read dhikr until the genealogy of Thoriqoh Qodiriyah Naqshbandiyah wa Syattariah and do not forget to read Do’a Rofitoh to Guruku Mursyidku.

Thank God for one minute. The storm of the water wave subsided and calmed down, the ship speeded back up. In the vision of the branch of Mr. Bram a lot of light fell around the ship maybe this help from Kyaiku. For the affairs of the kingdom of the sea genie is not our description, but it is my business. Normally during the journey of this ship 4 hours. But due to interference, the ship I boarded was docked at the port for almost 7 hours. Justjust wonderful.

The ship has started docking at the Port of Mataram, Lombok. We continue the bus journey to Pol Bis to pass the bus to Sumbawa. Arrive at Pol bis about 10 an evening. We rested there for a while while waiting for the bus to unload stuff. Thank God you can eat rice boxes distributed by bus drivers. The do it for sahur. Hehehe

The security at Pol is good, from the moment I saw there were soldiers monitoring the dismantling of the goods to be moved to another bus. While eating sahur in front of the shop we talked with other passengers his name was Pak Doni from Jombang, who worked on the Sumbawa project.

“This drink Aqua first, Pak” said Mr. Bram while thrusting Aqua water.

“Iya-iya, thanks”

“Where is it from sir?

“From My Nganjuk, this is Mas Hasan from Kediri”

“Oh own neighbor toh hehehe…. Where are you going sir??,” asked Mr Doni

“Mau to Sumbawa..,” replied Mr. Bram who had finished eating rice box.

“What do you need to go to Sumbawa?,” asked Mr. Doni who looks like his face is still curious to see the two of us.

“Mau to..” replied Mr. Bram who was so confused to explain.

“Ah fellow Javanese really, not papa.”

“Therefore there are sick patients tell treat”

“Oh.. that is.. My wife is also sick for a few days, said my acquaintance who from the cottage was made sick from a neighbor who has knowledge, he reminded me to be careful”

“Whose wife's name....try me to check??”

“Name.... bint….. ”

“True your wife is sick made people, it's your neighbor the culprit.”

“Oh correctly means the word my acquaintance.”

Actually that makes his wife sick is still his brother, Mr. Doni story, at that time his sister often brought a man to his home. And Mr. Doni reminded him to get married soon. While in Sumbawa his workplace, Mr. Doni got word that his brother was married, but married him in series. And it just so happens that Mr. Doni can't attend his wedding. Maybe that's why his brother's husband sent the meal to Mr. Doni's wife. What a good thing I think married the series of ends that became the victim of the woman, in the likeness of the proverb exhausted sweet quickly discarded dear.

“I just unplug the knowledge from here so as not to disturb your wife, but it is likely that she if her knowledge is lost can find the help of shamans to send santet” benefits

“Iya please help me Mr. Bram. Any HP number ??”

“There W.A I only if there is any chat only.”

“I was written by an acquaintance of mine who was from the cottage. I keep that tattoo on my jacket, because in the project there is often a disturbance of subtle creatures. What does Mr Bram think?”

“The tattoo contains jin, mending jin it is proclaimed so as not to harm its side effects to the Father and Family”

“So the diagram is Jin,” Pak Doni curious.

“Iya.. indeed jin. San, pull the tattoo and Islamize it, make sure to take care and protect Mr. Doni and his family! The order of Mr. Bram to me who from earlier was cool to listen to the story of Mr. Doni from earlier.

“Oke... ” I said, while directly concentrating Lafazd Allah I wrote in my heart. Eve energy enveloped my body its vibration. And my hand went into Mr. Doni's pocket, and I felt my palm grasping something, and I pulled it and poured it on the floor. And then I tied the genie up and proclaimed. And I'm taking care of Mr. Doni and his family, don't forget I armed and added power.

“Udah San?” ask Mr. Bram.

“Already ”

“Makasih Mas,” said Mr. Doni while greeting me he said as an introduction. Hehehe

“Mas Hasan seems young unmarried huh??”

“Not Sir,” replied me. “Oh yes if there is-there is nothing in the project Mr. Doni can directly contact Mr. Bram to be withdrawn Mr. Bram.”

“Iya nantiku contact.”

“Mas Hasan is still in college,” said Mr. Bram chimed in on the conversation.

“Oh .. Mr and Mas Hasan what is from the cottage??”

“Not me and Mas Hasan, join the Assembly of Dzikir Thoriqoh in Tuban”

“Oh Majlis Dzikir, if Thoriqoh is what Pak” is

“Thoriqoh it yes improve the inner birth of worship charity, practice sharia and the essence together in worship.”

“When not playing to Nganjuk can meet Mr. Bram there.”

“Can .. Come here no papa. Relax... Hehehe..”.

Just chatting, the bus driver has shouted “Depart!”. We immediately got on the bus and there was a funny incident, that there were fathers who left their marriage certificate in the POL Bis earlier, which was found by TNI members who secured the bus stop.

After the road bus was a few kilometers away, my eyes had already started sleeping. Waking up already want to cross to the ship, this I have crossed the 3rd time by boat to Sumbawa. Just getting on the boat, I went straight to the restroom under the stairs, which I realized I had been holding since the bus. This ship is good place long sofa chair can make you sleep. And the LCD screen is set to Spider-Man-3.

“San, buy rice for sahur, here's the money” said Mr. Bram told me to buy rice packs.

“No need, my stomach is full,” I said the reason not to buy.

“Ngak papa, have already bought aja..”

“This is rice sir?,” while I point at the oil paper package.

“That fried rice..”

“This one??”

“This is chicken rice.”

“Take this one Pak.”

While eating I enjoyed the Spider-Man movie on the ship. There are 2 LCD TVs installed in this room. On the right and left corner, if in front there is a band gig. Eating without drinking is less fitting, finally must buy a drink. Unfortunately on the ship snack snacks and aqua and other drinks are ramped up the price is sold expensive. The seller offered me only 5 thousand warm coffees one plastic cup. And a cup of coffee was bought. Because I have no money to buy that is expensive. Haha

I saw Mr. Bram sleeping in the long chair. Let me take a night-sleeping position on this ship.

“San, wake up... The boat is ready to dock.”

“Emm.. huah... ” my drowsiness is still even though I woke up while I rubbed my eyes.

I went straight out of the room and sat on a circular round table chair. While glaring at the light of the twinkling port. Reflect on every wisdom that can be learned from every footstep during this journey. This is the journey of the destiny of my life, continue to guide in every motion and long-winded me towards You, Rob. Whether God wants to teach me what lessons, so I came to Lombok Island. On this ship I crossed about 2 and a half hours to reach the port of NTB.

Arriving at the intersection of Utan district, we both got off the bus. I saw the clock on my Android HP screen at 4 am, residents around here looked home from the mosque after performing dawn prayers. I put 2 large and small cardboard boxes that contain large cardboard contents are floating for souvenirs from Nganjuk and small cardboard contents of mineral water that has been filled with energy Do’a from the house of Mr. Bram. Just five minutes to sit down to give a foot in the post, already there is an invitation Scoopy motorbike raised by his sister, Miss Nikmah.

“Replace yes ride,” said his sister Bu Nikmah while moving the box.

“I first San... don't papakan you in Post wait here first??”

“Iya no papa..”

Arriving at the place of this Miss Nikmah, I saw her house model stage and under it is used for chicken and goose cattle. Ma'am Piah greeted us who had just arrived. Piah's brother introduced himself that he was Miss Nikmah's brother. And this place we're going to is Piah's house. Ms. Nikmah lives here with her 3.5-year-old son. And his big son is still SD in a hut in Java. Bu Nikmah himself has been jacked or cool language rukyah by Mr. Bram time in Malang, East Java.

“Kalo want to shower, just go to the back room down the stairs.” said Bu Nikmah approached us who were sitting on the wooden floor.

“Her bedroom next door, if you want to rest”

“Ah here only, the break is not papa kok”

“Fear not hard at this house, like her husband Nikmah's sister, just got here, shocked by the wooden walls, he said, he said he did not want to sleep in this house afraid of being peeped in people” story Mbak Piah who made me and Mr. Bram laugh.

“Iya it is like this house” timpal Bu Nikmah.

“True, no papa really.. We slept here is already good, Me and Mas Hasan even slept on the pedestal of the forest, the cemetery, the grave, the owner of the store was almost a month when the trip Lelaku Ngedan”. Bright Mr. Bram convinced Ms. Nikmah, Mbak Piah and her husband Mbak Piah who from earlier listened to the conversation.

“San, to the bathroom there??” said Mr. Bram while igniting his cigarette and still chatting with Husband Piah Mbak.

I immediately wudhu, and pray subuhan. Replace Mister Bram. After subuhan I continue my sleep while relaxing the legs that were from earlier bent on the bus. At 9 am I woke up. I saw Mr. Bram already enjoying a cup of black coffee and a snack of the brown sugar market.

“Let's eat first.” Bu Nikmah's husband took us both to lunch.

“San does not eat, let's eat ” start joking Mr. Bram while laughing, mocking me who is fasting.

“Mari Mas ..” part time to eat Mr. Jas, Mbak Piah's husband.

“Iya, mango.”.

“I have never been bad with people, really but always made sick with people” said Bu Nikmah to us.

“That's a test to raise class. Must patient. If there is no class test, we will not go up and up our ranks on the side of Allah SWT.” Said Mr. Bram encouraging Bu Nikmah”

“But I am grateful to God, You are testing me to always be patient, papa I am difficult like this I am pleased with this test.”

“I always dream visited by grandparents in every dream, what in my body there are many jin shipment shaman?” ask Miss Nikmah to be curious.

“There I see later.. Boosted again,” said Mr. Bram gave a solution.

“Oh kayaking in Malang yesterday yes.”.

“Iya.. Later shamans in medium can.”.

After we had a conversation with Ms. Nikmah. Miss Nikmah went back to the back.

“San, just pull the Jin occupants of this house. All those above and below the house and the strongest ruler of the sub-district of Utan!”

“Siaaap”

Immediately I pulled the genies of all the residents of the house Bu Nikmah and then I gave the order to keep the inhabitants of this house from the attack of the Shaman, not to forget I percentjatai and I added the power of the genie.

“Eh I just pull the strongest ruler of this Utan District,” said Mr. Bram while concentration pulled something.

And the strongest ruler in the District of Utan attracted in front of Mr. Bram and immediately Islamized and given orders to guard this house from attack, and some of his soldiers scattered around this house.

At 3 pm, I helped Mr. Bram fill the Do’a water that we brought earlier to the bottle of Kratingdeng. For the performance of Mbak Piah House and Rumah Bu Nikmah which has been built is still one village with Mbak Piah House, but Ms. Nikmah's house was left empty for years unoccupied she said waiting for her husband to return from Saudi Arabia. And afraid to live together with his little son there. Because next to the house his neighbor had been satronized by robbers up to three times. And the way the house was up to the wrangling with the robbers, alhamdulillah still survived.

When finished, we were invited to see the house built by Ms. Nikmah, the house was large and spacious. Just beautify it. Looks like the tile is a bit leaking, and the window is broken. I counted four rooms. And the bathroom is two. Inside the room is large. But unfortunately there are walls that have been eroded, because indeed the house is not inhabited by its owner.

When looking at the tiles placed below. Suddenly Mr. Bram asked me to withdraw the shaman's attack aimed at his feet. I pulled it straight out of Mr. Bram's leg. Actually from the time of the trip on the foot bus Mr. Bram has been painful to attack. When Mr. Bram on the bus said his limbs hurt. Immediately I concentrated on channeling the energy to uproot the shaman's attacks and channeled the healing energy to the limbs of Mr. Bram especially his legs and stomach during the journey that the shaman was subjected to. That's what it's good to be together not alone, shoulder to shoulder with each other jihad against shaman.

After praying magrib I break my fast. It was prepared by Mommy Piah. From the start of ice Marjan milk is pink, three glasses and two cups of milk coffee. Wow, seafood, spicy seasoning squid, noodles, spinach foreskin, already neatly arranged. I took the rice and took the spicy seasoning squid, a little noodle and foreskin. Ah, enjoy alhamdulillah.

“Ayo Mas, add more so.. hehehe” said Mr. Jas smile while looking at me.

As long as we were there, the rain grew. And the power is turned off the same center, if it has been switched on again, until 2 times turned off the center of our time again chatting with Mr. Jas and Mbak Piah. When the rain still did not subside that night, I tried my hand to point the roof of the ceiling of the house accompanied by Mr. Bram's hand as well, me and Mr. Bram both concentrated on stopping this heavy rain.

Thankfully, the rain instantly stopped. And we started to jack up or slang rukyah, all the members of this house. Mr. Bram smeared Ms. Nikmah, I myself mengukyah Mr. Jas who said his complaint had no children. Her husband Bu Nikmah who is still in Saudi Arabia watched the process of Rukyah “Dongkak” Through HP Video Call.

Replace the next little child Bu Nikmah who is 3 years old and then Mbak Piah. Selesei Rukyah, me and Mr. Bram mediate the Shaman. Bram as mediator. I pulled the strongest shaman who attacked Ms. Nikmah and I put him in the mediator. I saw that he had entered the shaman spirit.

“Udah in, who is this?”

“Who are you? Pull me till I'm here?”

“Hmm.. You know who I am?”

“Ndon't know.. I do not know, As if playing pull hrr...hrmmm,” the mediator looks angry expression growling to attack me.

Just don't wear it for long I make a rope tie shaman spirit, and I concentrate, I turn my hands I imagine making a bond bind the shaman soul in front of me. The mediator was silent and could not move. I opened my hand, in front of the mediator and I concentrated on sucking the shaman's spirit and my hand was like holding something tightly from the hand. I let go in the shadow. I threw the shaman's soul into hell. And bluk heard the sound of his body blak Bram to the back. Well I was surprised too, seeing the body of Mr. Bram that I made the mediator not wake up. As someone led me to draw the rest of the Shaman Spirit and tribe, I immediately returned all of Mr. Bram's spirit and soul to his body. Thank God Mr. Bram is waking up.

“Build .. Hey. wake up,” I said next to Mr. Bram's body still lying on the floor. And Mr. Bram is waking up.

“That shaman you squeezed and drifted into the river, San?”

“I just threw it to Hell earlier”

“Oh.. ”.

Mr. Jas and Mbak Piah who from earlier watched just gawk at his eyes without blinking to see the incident. Now replace me as a mediator to mediate jinn who like Mbak Piah. Last afternoon Mbak Piah told me there was also Bu Nikmah, that he liked the genie, every night was present in his dream, and the genie was in a dream to invite Mbak Piah to marry. So irritated he every night dreamed’in the genie. When the genie was present in his dream he immediately scolded him, but because the genie was already kasmaran, even though his love had been rejected Mbak Piah. Still, he is often present in the dream.

Mr. Bram pulled the genie behind the house and put it in my body. The medium can be full and can be 50% conscious so it can be controlled, like the mediumization of this genie, I can control and still can hear clearly the talk of the mediator. If the medium of shaman spirit was the medium is full, the person possessed can be seen as if he wants to turn around or stand up to make a movement to be silat up to follow the level of soul that was inputted to the mediator earlier.

“Who is this..?”

“Jin.. “.

“You're the one who bothers Mbak Piah, every night is present in his dreams??”

“Iya..”

“Why do you always bother with being present in dreams?”

“Yes because I like him,” the mediator his hand pointed at Mbak Piah.

“You converted to Islam huh?”

“Iya....

“This is my science of prayer. Dzikir TQNS try to see in your hand” .

The mediator looked at his palm.

“Oh yes... yes..”

“This I give you sword weapons.”

The mediator raised his right hand like he was holding a large sword.

“Now you do not disturb Mbak Piah, keep this house from Dukun” attack

“Iya. yes... siaap”

“How many friends are you behind Home?”

“There are 900s..”

“Pull here...Take Islam all..!!”

The mediator raised his hand and pulled something into his grasp, and was smashed to the floor. Then make a circle.

“Udah Islam are all your friends?”

“Udah.. ”

“Now have your friends guard this house from Shaman attacks!!”

“Iya .. Yes.. “.

“Now you can go back.”

Mr. Bram pulls the Jin, and the mediator wakes up. Finished the problem in this house. Mr. Bram then went to the bathroom, I picked up Mildnya cigarette belongs to Mr. Bram hehehe. Search free.

“How old are you?” ask Mr. Jas curious.

“My life is still 21 years Pak”

Pak Jas and Mbak Piah look at each other in amazement.

“Mas is this young how high science is?”

“Ya Alhamdulillah from the blessing of knowledge from Guruku”

“Bram's father looks like his brother, Mr. Jas. Exactly the height, from his posture and his face.” said Mbak Piah while glancing at Mr. Bram who again prayed Isyak.

“Hahaha,” me and Mr. Jas are just laughing.

“this is not eaten?” ask Mbak Piah while looking at the market snacks that contain sugar.

“Nobody eats, Mas Hasankan fasts 7 months kasian kalo bolong his fast, repeating again from the beginning”. Mr. Bram said as he headed for the chair.

“Oh yes, yes.” Mbak Piah while taking the lengser of used coffee drinks that run out.

Me and Mr. Jas talked for a moment. And we also sleep rest. Just slept. I woke up there were two people delivering wild horse milk and honey Bu Nikmah order for our souvenirs tomorrow morning home. All I know is that this one guy is from Blitar, who wandered in Sumbawa with his brother. I'm a little sleepy so not concerned with the talk of Mr. Bram and the two people. After the two men broke down.

Ms. Nikmah came from the kitchen, approaching us who were in the living room.

“I really wasn't built in the medium time of the shaman earlier.”

“You wake up but are afraid to disturb the break.” said Mr. Bram. Because indeed many genies came out of Bu Nikmah when in the rukyah earlier. To the extent that the headache of Ms. Nikmah had been crushed earlier. Ms. Nikmah went to bed and finished getting crushed.

“Mas Hasan eat again yes now later fear of 3 hours of sleep no one wakes up,” said Bu Nikmah told eat sahur.

“Iya now only, later sahurnya no need”

“Mas Hasan is strong is not sahur, la kan puasa aja up to seven months” timpal Pak Bram.

That night I ate itung-itung as my sahur. After eating I continue to sleep my stopped nights. To prepare for the long journey tomorrow that awaits.

I put my stuff in my bag. Afraid of forgetting. Mbak Piah as usual early in the morning has presented a cup of coffee for Mr. Bram.

“Where is this, the three remaining shamans spent from here?? I asked Mr. Bram for his opinion.

“No need to pull at home.. “ said Mr. Bram who still enjoys every straw of his Mild Cigarette.

“Pak Bram said he came home Wednesday, this was even Tuesday morning. So just one daily here, maybe you want to undo the intention of returning home,” said Bu Nikmah handling our return so quickly.

“Gini lo, I also divide the time here and at home, because at home many who need me, this is my HP from last night many who call need help, need help, and also coincidentally my father was also sick at home”

“Not feel at home here or kapok here?”

“Ngaklah. Why kapok, I have been attacked by shamans, even attacked by 70 shamans, if here mah not papa. I'm strong,” bright Mr. Bram.

“Oh means not not at home this yes.?”

“Bukan”

“This rice wrap for travel later” said Mbak piah while giving rice wrap in a crackle bag.

We were also transferred to the intersection of Utan District, waiting for a trip that took us to Pol Bis Damri. About half an hour we waited for this Travel just arrived at the crossroad. If you remember the good Bu Nikmah Family to us also all PP accommodation to Lombok has been borne by Bu Nikmah's husband, so we feel guilty coming home so soon, so we feel guilty, and it's not good to continue to be troublesome at Mbak Piah's house, in addition, actually if we both linger there fearing many attacks directed at us both the impact can be to the family of Bu Nikmah and his family. That's why Mr. Bram and I took the initiative home quickly.

Arriving at Pol Damri unit hour, then we leave for Lombok International Airport Airpot (LIA) at 4 pm. Arrive at the airport at 5pm. Our flight departure to Juanda Airport Surabaya at 09.15 minutes. We were just sitting around at the airport looking at people passing by. I let my feet out I saw a family sitting next to me. All I know is that this girl is young. I estimate he's 25 and over. Name's Erin.

“Mbak where are you going?'” much

“inih want to go home to Malaysia, out of vacation from Bali for 4 days in Lombok 3 days”

“Oh, hehehe time to return to work”

“Yeah time to go home, money is up, time to find again hahaha..”.

“Hahaha..

“Where are you, sir?” Hmm. young gini I was called fathers.

“Mau return to Java, in Kediri.”

“I've been to Java preweding time in Jogja, Prabanan temple also,”

“Oh in Jogja, in Malboroo yes?”

“Iya.. ”.

“Ke Magelang, Borobudur Temple too?”

“Iya get there too. My grandfather was from magelang”

“Now alive?”

“Ya is gone, hahaha..”.

“This is your child huh Mbak?”

“Yes this little boy my son this one”

“Try the little boy what Malaysian language, San”? ask Mr. Bram.

“Child Keeeciiil..”.

“Not, but Slave Keciil”

Hahaha we and Erin are laughing like best friends when they have just met.

“Where are these Mbaks going?” ask Erin to the pink hooded chick.

“Mau to Blitar”

“Blitar where Mbak?” manya curious.

“Blitar..... near this...”.

“Kok alone” asked Erin.

“Daddy picked up husband kok.”

“Hmm. How old is he to be married” asked Erin.

“Iya 20 years”.

“Has that age been married? I was 25 hehehe. Tuaa,” asked Erin astonishment.

“The name of the pesantren so that age has been married, my sister is 17 and even married.”

“Oh..”

“I leave first” said the pink girl earlier.

“Yeah... “ Erin replied.

Five minutes later, Erin and her family were gone. “Principle Pak”. With smile. “Iya”. While waiting to open, I tried to buy coffee in an automatic machine. I put 5 thousand, the money back in, uh, it turns out that if the money does not fold in one bit, then the message will accept the money, hehehe.

At 09.20 the plane departs from Lombok Airport, when on this flight there is a feeling that is not as usual, the flight travel time so takes a long time, the plane shook. As it crosses over over cloudy clouds and lightning bolts. Mr. Bram and I just prayed and concentrated on making the flight a distraction and all the passengers to stay safe until Juanda airport.

Arriving at Juanda airport at 10 pm, out of the airport we immediately look for Damri bus that goes to Pol bus. Because there are so many touts everywhere. At the bus station we found the soto stall first hehehe.. At the Lombok airport, my stomach was just a cake of bread and mineral water, only in this pol rice quiz. After we finished our meal, we found a bus headed for Madiun. Arrive in Nganjuk on Wednesday at half-time 3am.

I bathed in Mr. Bram's house, and ate there. At 3 am I decided to go straight back to Kediri. Although I was actually told to rest first, go home later. Because I don't like to bother people, I go home on my red vega motorcycle, the road is still late and quiet, my chance to run my motor gas pace until home at 4 am.