Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 40. Dikira Dukun Sakti

In the nearby house of the patrol station, where a small family lived; a husband and wife, son and daughter.

They were gathered in one room, about to sleep together but were startled by the sound of clapping. And now, as if they were hearing people's voices.

"Rama ... has the medi's voice changed because this afternoon was given a serving of whole white chicken meat?" ask the boy on his ramanda. Maybe four or fifteen years old.

Every night hearing strange noises made the teenager get a little used to it. In the beginning, he was so scared that not only had to sleep with his parents and sister but also stiffly difficult to talk.

"Yes! Try listening carefully. It didn't seem like a medi sound, but the voice of the boy reciting a spell!" timpal girls.

"Rama doesn't know. About offerings, honestly rama is not so sure the offerings are useful. Wasn't that vane's body already destroyed after it was crushed to death and buried in the ground by the crowd? What's the point of being given a good meal?"

"My husband Tukeja, if you're not sure why join the ritual of giving offerings this afternoon?!" the wife who was next to Tukeja.

"The village shaman with the village elder who invited me, it's not nice if I don't come along."

"Ooo." The wife was singing her lips a little thick made the husband grumble in the heart,

'That shithead mediocre country I had to endure the turmoil of taste!'

Since his two children went to sleep in one room, Tukeja had to resist his maleness. If there are no two children, it is certain that Tukeja has attacked ******* lip of the wife who thinks she is so sexy.

The more the night, Jaga Saksena's voice became clearer.

Keep is ordered to tighten the voice when treating poultice. Because with a loud voice, not only the poultice is maintained but will also train three limbs at once. Mouth, so as not to stiffen. Ears, in order to hear so that the speech gets stronger, and the heart so as not to get bored while removing the load.

"It seems true what you said, Wengi." Tukeja turned his face to the girl. "That's a boy's voice, not a medi!" continued.

"It could be, Ki Lurah who brought in a little shaman! And he's in the village!" sambar Tukeja's wife.

"Oh, it was appropriate that this afternoon Ki Lurah did not come to the ritual of giving offerings."

Saying so, Tukeja's brain finds a way out so that his two children become brave and no longer a barrier at night.

"Well, Wengi. You two should follow the courage of that little shaman. Be brave kids. Boasting two old men!"

"Rama is also afraid, is not the word rama fruit will not fall far from the tree?" debate Wengi the girl who was only eleven or two dozen years old.

"It looks like you're closer than the female tree, like madoni (debating_pen)," said Tukeja.

"Eat him, give them proof that you're a brave man, my husband!"

"Who's afraid?!"

The stand up Tukeja tightened his drawer pants and then picked up the torch in the corner of the room.

"Rama, where are you going?" ask Cloud.

Cloud means day, Tukeja gave the name Awan because his son was born during the day when the heat. While the sister on the contrary, was born on a thick night. The name Wengi means night.

That is, ordinary people do not want to be dizzy to just give their children a name.

"I want to prove that your mama is a brave man. And you two should also be brave kids. Especially you, Cloud. Another thousand days you're married!"

"If so, I'll go with Rama!"

"Well! Courage doesn't just come without being trained. Come along, and you're Wengi with you."

Tukeja came out with his son while carrying a torch in his left hand. While the right hand carries a long scythe.

When the Clouds asked why he was carrying the sickle, Tukeja replied briefly, "Just in case."

Unexpectedly, on the street, the two of them met some people.

It turned out that these people were also walking towards the patrol station to ascertain who was actually reciting the night-night spell. They also want to ask what mantra is read, so that the medi who usually have heard the sound, tonight has not been heard at all.

"Look!" The clerk exclaimed at the Clouds as well as some of the citizens who walked with him.

"A boy. It must be a qualified shaman nan sakti brought by Ki Lurah!" continued Tukeja in a voice full of confidence.

"We'll know the truth soon!" the thin mustachioed man held a torch in his left hand, and the right hand held a yellow bamboo club.

Yellow bamboo is believed to be able to paralyze the medi, so some village champions prepare this weapon just in case.

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Watch Saksena stop her shipment when she sees a group of people coming up with torches and guns.

'What's with those people, are they bothered by my voice?'

Keep Saksena on her feet, preparing for any eventuality.

"Ki Sanak Kecil," said the man with a thin mustache when he was in front of the patrol post. "Are you the magic shaman brought in by Ki Lurah?"

"Sakti shaman?"

"Yes, weren't you the one who cast the spell earlier in a loud voice?"

Keep Saksena speechless, memorization of lessons, dhikr, hisib and recitation of the Qur'an that he chanted spoken as a mantra makes him a little offended, but Jaga immediately remembered the message of his teacher to maintain morals.

"Sorry, Uncle All. That's not mantra—"

"But how can you not be bothered by the medi-maling?" sergeant Tukeja.

Not yet Jaga Saksena replied because she did not know what to answer, another man refuted,

"It could be due to the ritual of this afternoon sesajen that uses a special chicken!"

"Where can it?! The medi should instead appear again because of the addiction to eating good chicken meat!" fourth man debate.

"Already! It's already! You guys are arguing unclear!" the snapping of the thin mustachy man made all speechless.

"We prove it! Little Ki Sanak, please stay with us here!" continued.

"The back of Mowo Damar! You are, if medi is really dat—"

"Akhhhh .. to-loooong ...!"

The voice of one of the residents was interrupted by the sound of complaints accompanied by a heartbreaking plea for help.

Suddenly, without realizing it, the people who were no less than ten men tightened their respective standing positions.

"Someone asked for help!" Keep Saksena about to pass looking for the source of the sound, but soon prevented by the thin mustache man, Mowo Damar.

"Little Child, wait!"

"What's up, Uncle? Shouldn't we help someone who asks for help?!"

"That's ...."

Mowo Damar quickly explained that it was the ghostly sound of 👻 maling that was just said by Tukeja.