I Turned Out I Had Khodam
Chapter 51

There was no time on the way they spent chatting. Eventually they reached the Cemetery where Mama and Biyu were buried. The car stopped at the parking lot. Meka took her father down. They walked towards the door of the Cemetery, as a strong wind gushed down their faces.

Papa Meka was silent for a moment not continuing her steps. His heart felt a restlessness that he could not understand.

"They, where should we find the pigeon?" ask her father flatly.

"We go in Pa, into the funeral. Later at the end there is a hut, the grandfather is in the hut" explained Meka.

"Let's go over there," asked his father.

"Yes Pa."

Meka held her Papa's arm inside the funeral. Zain followed them from behind. As Zain's feet set the burial ground, his fur stood on end. He looked around the cemetery. Zain did not know that there was a figure of Mbak Kunti was looking at him and watching them until they reached the cemetery pot.

"This is Pa, where the pigtail is. Meka will try to knock on the door, yes" said Meka who walked in front of the door.

"Tok tok tok," Assalamu'alaikum," said Meka.

""Wa'alaikumussalam, come in son!" the old man said from inside his hut.

Then Meka opened the door, slowly stepping her foot into the hut. Meka saw the old man meditating on a cot bed.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you" said the grandfather.

"Good cake," Meka replied.

The three of them went in and sat down before the old man.

"Sorry, how do you call me grandpa pigeon?" ask Meka's father.

"I know, you can feel something happening here" said the grandfather Kuncen.

"What do you mean cake?" ask Meka confused.

"Have you guys been dreaming about something for a few days?" ask grandpa kuncen.

Meka momentarily fell silent listening to the words of the junken grandfather. She remembers dreaming and listening to the voices of people asking for help. Then he looked at the pigeon grandpa full of question marks.

"Did Meka ever meet a real child?" asked grandpa Kuncen to guess.

"Do you think grandpa knows?" ask Meka confused.

"I know, because the little boy you met was your own little sister" replied the old man.

"What's? Why did Biyu come to me? Don't they calm down there?" Meka did not believe the words of the pigeon grandpa.

"Did the khodam who always accompanied you not tell you what happened?" ask the grandfather again.

"You mean how's the cake?" now Zain asked.

"A few days ago a man came to this cemetery. I saw him in the middle of the night as he exited this Cemetery area. I don't know what he's doing and I feel suspicious. At first I didn't know what he was doing, but after I looked up with my eyes. I saw the man digging one of the graves of someone newly buried. It was only then that I found out that he took the rope of a little boy who had just been buried here. And that little boy is your family.

Meka, her father and Zain were shocked to hear the words of the boy's grandfather.

"What did he take the cake for? And do you know who took it?" ask Zain suddenly.

"He thought the pocong rope he took came from a child who had ancestral khodam. So he wanted to give the pocong rope to the magic shaman who made him perverted.

"Kepa***, who would dare to do it!" snapped his Papa Meka while standing up.

"Relax Pa, let us listen first to what the grandfather said, Meka tried to calm her Papa who was emotional because she did not accept the body of her son toyed with.

"The person who does it comes from your own immediate family. Because he wanted abundant treasure for his life. And he barteran against the shaman by giving a pocong rope that has ancestral khodam. Because with that rope, the shaman will become a magic and he mashed the body of the person who has the ancestral khodam.

"Say cake, who did it? And what should we do?" ask Papa ya Meka who was upset.

"Why is this grandpa concerned about me like that? Does this grandpa know anything about the advantages of gw?" bathin Meka who looked back at the junken grandfather.

"I know this boy has ancestral khodam and a bathy eye. And now your khodam is standing next to you," said the smiling grandfather.

"What happens to the cake, if the shaman finds out that my son Biyu has no efficacy for his magic?" ask Meka's father.

"Of course the person who took the rope will know who owns the khodam!" obviously grandpa kuncen.

"That means he'll find out that Meka has it? And that means Meka's gonna be in danger?" zain replied with a gawk.

"real son. Take him away from here. Because right now that person is going to that shaman place. And tonight they will perform the ritual. If they finally find out the absence of the efficacy of the rope, then tomorrow the person who took the rope will know this child who has it. So advice from there, return to the city where you are currently in school. Because if you are already outside of this Island, between Sumatra-Java Island, it will be difficult to reach. Because, each island has a power that is controlled by the jinn," explained the grandfather of the kunken.

"I mean grandfather, if my son was on Java, the person who wanted my son would not be able to make it, so cake?" ask Meka's father.

"Right, because between Sumatra and Java will have power. So all astral beings will not be able to enter the territory of Java because it is the power of the jinn on the island of Java. Unless he asks for the help of shamans in Java, then your child will be in danger" said the grandfather.

"Keep what about my son's pocong rope cake?" What should I do, pity my son?" ask Meka's father.

"We wait for midnight, if the shaman has done his ritual but failed, I will try to return the pocong rope to his body" replied the pigeon's grandfather.

"Now should I how cake?" ask Meka fearfully.

"Never forsake your worship and always do good. Ask for the same protection of the creator, because only he can help his people. You have an advantage, use it wisely," advised the pigeon.

"Good cake, thank you for telling me about this situation," Zain immediately cried out his love for the old man.

"You're a good man, take care of this girl and take her right to where you came from. Tomorrow morning you will find out who took the rope. But if you see any awkwardness towards that person, pretend not to understand. Enough just that you know," explained the Kuncen grandfather.

"Good cake, thanks for your advice and advice. I'll do what you say" replied Papa Meka.

"Go home now, for the one who took it is with the shaman. Careful son. If you can tonight, you are accompanied by your male friend. And don't let Meka's son be alone in the middle of the night" explained the pigeon's grandfather who provided important information.

"Why cake?" ask Zain.

"Because the jinn used by the shaman will be angry because they feel played with the shaman. And the shaman will look for the existence of the person who has the ancestral khodam through the pocong rope. Because you have blood ties. So my advice, worship in the middle of the night will ask for the same protection of the creator," explained the grandfather pigeon.

"Well cake, I will take care of it and will not sleep until morning" Zain replied.

"Then we went home first to cake, and again thank you for informing me about the state of my deceased son," said his father Meka sincerely.

"O White Tiger, do your duty as you promised their ancestors!" the pigeon grandfather suddenly spoke out loudly with an invisible figure.

"You want Meka, be careful of someone in your college, there will be many who do not like you, because of this man who is beside him. Many want it, so be sure of your relationship," asked the uncle.

Zain turned to Meka and looked at her with a shady look. And that's exactly what the doctor had expected all this time.

"Yes cake, I will immediately justify Meka," replied Zain.

Then the three of them said goodbye and came out of the hut. After they came out, they continued to walk forward, after moving away from the hut, Meka turned her head back and she did not see the appearance of the hut anymore.

"Where is that shack. That feeling was there? bathin Meka full of question marks.

"Don't confuse Meka, she's also an invisible figure. He's a pigeon who's been here a long time. But his end came. But he will show himself to the man he wants" whispered the white tiger Meka.

Meka immediately understood what her khodam said. Then he went back to following Papa and his Shrine. They finally came out of the cemetery. While outside the cemetery, they are accosted by someone.

"Good morning sir, how can I help you?" ask the middle-aged man.

"Ah no sir, we just met this tomb bud" replied Zain.

Meka and her father knew the truth.