KELANA
23.

When Erna's patience ended, her phone rang again, finally Nisa called back. Video calls. As fast as lightning Erna immediately grabbed her phone.

"I'm sorry, Erna I was back, belly suddenly mules." Nisa said from across the phone with an apologetic face.

"Yes, yes," said Erna impatiently, "The news you delivered earlier is indeed true? Where do you know?" Erna went straight to the core of the problem that plagued her mind.

"100% right, Erna," Nisa gave a thumbs up her right hand.

"Where's the source from?"

"Ih, you're like a reporter wondering the source of everything. My mother who said, it was a scene yesterday Mr. Samsur again looking for a healer who can treat his son.

Now her son is healed. My mom used to see him take a morning walk around his yard."

"You know who managed to treat him, Nis? It is said that Mr. Samsur's son's illness cannot be treated but now he has suddenly healed." Erna half in disbelief.

"Well, there it is, Erna. After being treated by one of the healers, his son was cured. But it's a pity my mother doesn't know who's the one who's been able to treat her son." Nisa said with a slightly sad face.

Erna knew Nisa was sympathetic with him.

After saying thank you, they finished their conversation.

Erna was back. How to find out the healer who treated Mr. Samsur's son and where the address where he lived.

If he could ask for help with the healer there might be hope his father's chronic illness would be cured.

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It's still morning. The sun shines on nature with its gentle rays. Very inconvenient.

Mumu greedily ate the food that was in front of her. So yummy. Different dishes cooked by his mother than the food he cooked himself or he bought at food stalls in Selatpanjang.

White rice, cayenne pepper sauce lalap boiled sweet potato leaves and beef gulai which the maknya obtained from the division of animal qurban.

After finishing breakfast, Mamu got ready, this morning he will return to Selatpanjang. Until now, he had no idea where to look for work. The important thing is to go first. If he reached Selatpanjang he would rethink.

Last night Mumu gave a regular mobile phone to her parents to make it easy for communication. Mumu also gave a little money and souvenirs that he brought from Selatpanjang.

Last night Mumu persuaded her parents to stay with her in Selatpanjang with immediate results rejected outright by both parents.

They both feel comfortable here even though the Marni family occasionally throws spicy insinuations and hostile attitudes with their families but both parents do not care much, while the attitude of Marni and her family still makes sense, both of his parents were not hearted.

Only Mumu feels hot with the attitude of Marni and her family which she thinks is quite childish. But his parents have warned not to make because of the Marni family.

After saying goodbye to his parents, Mumu runs his motorcycle.

In the village can not ride a motorcycle fast, besides being afraid of being hit by children who suddenly cross the road also because the road is not flat because many have begun to break and hole.

If not careful, it will fall.

An hour later Mumu has arrived at the crossing camp between the village of Semukut Merbau Island and the village of Kundur West High Cliff sub-district.

The river is not very big. Crossing by motorized boat commonly called this campground only takes one to two minutes to get to the other side of the river.

Previously wanted to build a bridge so that the economy of the people of the archipelago could increase but somehow the project ran aground in the middle of the road.

There was a small dispute because there were brothers who cut the queue to quickly get into the camp.

This has become commonplace because no one has set it up.

Mumu doesn't care much. Because he doesn't want to find unnecessary trouble.

Arriving at the Insit village near the field last night, two young men signalled to stop Mumu.

Mumu thumped, did these two young men want to look for trouble with her. But he stopped the bike too.

"Sorry, bang, is that brother named Mumu?" Asked one of the young men in yellow shirts in a friendly manner.

"Yes, right. What's up, Bang?" Mumu sighed. It was just suuzon.

"That's treating a sprained child last night?" The young man wanted to make sure.

"Yes, right." Mumu sure they must have guessed correctly just wanted to make sure.

"Look, Bang." The yellow-tinted young man tried to explain.

It turns out that he healed a child whose knee difference had spread throughout the village. Until it reaches the ears of the Head of the Village Insit.

Therefore Mr. Kades wanted to get acquainted and thank him so ordered the two young men to wait for Mumu on the road.

Previously the two young men had seen Mumu's face on the ball field last night.

They entered Pak Kades Parmadi's spacious courtyard.

His house like most Javanese tribal house is very large and spacious.

After dropping off Mumu, the two young men immediately paid their respects. Mr. Parmadi had just returned from the village office after being contacted by a young man in a yellow shirt.

After getting acquainted, Mr. Parmadi immediately invited Mumu to the living room.

Mr. Parmadi is a supple man. Friendly, still young. It's only been about 35 years. He talks a lot about the topic he talks about so Mumu is just a good listener.

After the coffee and cake was served while allowing Mumu to taste it then Pak Parmadi said, "Besides wanting to know Mumu more closely and thanking him for healing one of my citizens, actually I have a wish to ask for help."

Mumu was expecting it. Because there's no way a kades wants to see him in person just because he's been menologizing his citizens.

After all, he was just an ordinary person. Not a person of high rank and social status.

"What can I do, sir? If it's still within my means, God willing, I'll do what I can, sir."

"Look, Mumu," Mr. Parmadi corrected his sitting position. "A week ago my in-laws fell from a tree causing injuries to the waist and back so that my in-laws could not walk or straighten their backs."

"That's the weight of the disease, sir. I have very little ability with regard to nerves and veins, with regard to bones, I have no experience, sir.

Didn't you try to see a doctor, sir?"

Mumu has never met a case like that.

"If you don't want surgery, the doctor recommends treatment to sensei (chinese medicine). We've been there three times but so far there's been no progress." Said Mr. Parmadi sadly.