METAPHYSICAL WAR
Mystery man.
Mysterious old man.
After returning from the south Bandung area Raduma took the time to shop at the traditional mother market. But now he is living alone. So, everything must be done alone, including cooking.
Coming down from online transportation, his feet immediately entered the muddy land of traditional markets by praying. One of the worst places is the market. In addition to its place of course dirty, many traders lie, the market is one place where people who are only for the sake of a worldly profit, willing to cooperate with cursed creatures.
“Gosh...almost,” muttered Raduma shudder, right and left lyrics.
Not surprised by the large number of buyers who came to the traditional market at the end of the afternoon. But because of the many demons that roam like humans, some of them are on guard at the merchant's stall, it seems to be deliberately maintained for certain purposes. There are those who draw swords, some are silent while glaring, some are circling continuously in the stables of their masters.
Eight steps he walked, Raduma stopped at a tofu stall and tempeh, according to him only two lovebirds are the simplest to be processed, just drowned into hot oil, be friends rice.
“Pak buy tofu 5000, tempe 4000,” Raduma said while taking banknotes in his wallet. “It knows cibuntu, right ?”
“Know cibuntu Nak, do not lie here mah. Because what you are looking for blessing is not a mere benefit,” replied the old father of the owner of the shady gaze.
“Hehe sorry sir, because you don't know. Since Grandma died automatically have to shop alone, cook yourself.”
“Oh, orphan ?” Old man is quite full. Although Raduma laughed a little but the look of sadness that resided behind the laughter he could catch.
“Iya.”
“Nothing, life is just a minute yes Son, enjoy it.” Entertain the old man. “But other brothers still have, right ?”
“Nevent Sir.”
Old man was silent, maybe he felt sorry for Raduma. He was too young to live alone.
“See only the Father's stall that has no waiter.” Raduma lowered the volume of his voice, suddenly switching the subject. “Bapak also does not seem to be an ordinary person.”
The old man smiled, from the beginning as Raduma headed for his field. He already knew that Raduma had metaphysical abilities and above-average inner strength.
“That's how,” the answer is short so as not to be heard by others.
“How to make this ?” raduma now asked by telepathy because he understood, the question he was asking was too sensitive if it was heard by people passing by. He asked about how to make a six-way shield that protects his field.
“Quite difficult, you used to have to bother to have energy up to 30,000 with breathing, then you can make it,” he said. “But... It seems to you it will not be too difficult, I see you are different, the great energy in your body is not from breathing, who are you really Nak ?”
The old man fell silent and looked seriously at Raduma.
the next 2 seconds, while conversing in telepathy, the old man casually put tofu and tempeh into the black crackle.
“If the shield wall is four-way, I can do it, but I mean, how did you make the underground wall ? Repeatedly I tried, special lower wall always thinning and then faded.” Raduma seemed to think. ”I also don't know who I really am.”
Raduma's reply made the old man speechless again in a moment. He did not understand why there was such a person as Raduma, a young man with considerable strength but no idea of his own origin.
“Unik, you're a unique kid. Hmm, hit the shield or the underground protective wall, huh ? Hmm.The answer is very simple. Don't make it with an amount of energy below 5000, if you make it below 5000 then the result will indeed be like that, why ? Because the earth has a very strong magnetic field and can also absorb electricity, the energy walls stored underground will be sucked by the earth the deeper you plant the faster it fades, the energy wall made above the surface alone has a time limit of several years ago faded, especially if we plant underground with a depth of 10 meters, of course it will be more quickly sucked. And.how to make this six-pronged shield is different from a four-way lock, each make one wall you only have 51 seconds, you have, it means you have to quickly switch from one wall to another in making it, if it is late, then the ends of the walls will not be connected, you have to race against time,” said the old man. “It knows and its tempeh, be careful walking in this market. Because many are disturbed by your presence, son. There are various types of stealth here, if you are off guard, it is not impossible that you will be bothered too.”
“I understand now, thanks for the explanation,” replied Raduma now talking as usual no longer via telepathy. “No need to worry Sir, I've started to get used to the many stealth.”
Raduma grabbed the black swipe bag that the old man had proffered while giving the paper money that he had been holding. With a sincere smile he let go when he was about to leave.
“Oh yes one more,” said the old man stopped Raduma's movements, spontaneously Raduma turned his head. “Your stomach acid has almost exceeded the limit. Immediately balance, even though we are different from other humans (Given strength), the fact is we can still fall ill too, right?”
The old man smiled again.
“Father is right,” says Raduma. “But how to ?”
“Hehe, it turns out you have not had any experience.” The old man with unknown identity chuckled as funny as he was, a young man with an incredible energy level yet had no idea at all about how to self-medicate. “Use the energy in your body to treat, the energy in the body is like a raw material. You can use it for anything.”
“More details how ? I still don't understand.”
Raduma was really minimal experience, he did not know that the energy in his body could be used to self-medicate.
“Energy in the body is driven by the connection between the heart and the brain. It will follow the command of the heart and brain, you just intend it to neutralize stomach acid, remember ! Neutralize, not degrade. If you wrongly intend you can even fall ill. Even according to you with that much energy, you can regenerate cells in the body and engineer the brains of others.”
Suddenly Raduma was stunned as if realizing something, one second two seconds three seconds.
“Engineering the brains of others ?” Raduma Benak.
“Ya...didn't you just do it ?”
The atmosphere instantly became serious. The old man seemed to know that Raduma had just killed a human by engineering his brain with his technique which he named the tribe fighter.
“But it looks like what you did was much higher,” he said again.
Reluctant for too long the old man continued to talk to him. Raduma immediately left the old man's stall, avoiding the old man not to pry further about him.
“Sorry, I'm in a hurry,” Raduma said.
“Don't worry, I won't talk to anyone about what you just did,”.
Raduma stopped walking for a moment without looking. Then walked back to leave the old man who looked at him with a look of pity.
“He knows I've killed that perverted witch doctor.” Batin Raduma's. “But I think he's a good man.”
Raduma did not want to linger in the market, not out of fear but out of reluctance to waste energy to serve so many demons, one of the demons with the form of a snake from earlier instead continued to target it with a sword that came from the fangs of a giant snake.
Ojek online back he ordered, tofu and tempe is enough to make his stomach full later. The motorbike took him home with a tired body longing for warm water to take a shower.
The street lights were lit one by one but the rain greeted again. Again the streets are wet, fortunately the distance of the traditional mother market with her house is not too far away. He descended on the complex portal, Sula and Sulu were already seen at the hansip post even though his working hours had only started at 8 p.m.
“Back work Kang Raduma?” greeting Sula with sign language, she could not hear while her twin sister, Sulu could not speak.
As much as possible Raduma answered him with sign language anyway, although either true or not the signal he used because he really did not know about the science of sign language for deaf.
Fortunately Sula understood, he nodded and offered the food that Sula and Sulu consumed, from its round black color and melted chocolate sprinkled with cheese, unmistakably, it was brownies.
“No, I just did shopping.” Raduma moved her hand, gesturing.
Sula and Sulu smiled understandingly, Raduma then walked towards the house past Tobias' house, still looking lonely. Every time he remembered his best friend every time his heart was in pain. He has just lost his grandmother, the last family member he had, now he has to lose his best friend when he feels he has hope with Tobi who always accompanies him.
Been stabbed in the drown anyway.
Maybe that's a sentence that can describe the contents of a Raduma's heart. The opening of the rusty gate, pekeng seen resting on the porch of the house with 4 children.
Perhaps, now it is pekeng who became a deserted antidote. At least he still has a passion for life with the company of the village cat even though he cannot talk and can only meow.
“Lupa buy pindang fish powder,” Raduma said when greeting pekeng with his palm.
“Crazy person,” chirps Mother Ina as she passes in front of Raduma's house and sees her talking to a cat who even replies to her with an indifferent face.
Those two words were clearly heard in Raduma's eardrum. Pain indeed, it feels painful when hearing the insults of others. But Raduma had absolutely no intention of doing what he did to the shamans. He forgot what he had heard and went into the house.
Still messy.
Those are the two words that Raduma thought when he saw space after space in his house. Because before leaving he did not have time to clean the house. If the Grandma was still there, maybe he scolded her without stopping to see the house like a ship broke.
“Know from whom I moved to south Bandung SD time ?” Direct incoming message from Visa Mapa.
Raduma's smartphone lit up, a small social media logo was seen appearing above the screen. His one hand immediately opened social media.
“Know from Rivany Vis, long time answer again busy, yes ?” Type Raduma.
“Iya sorry Rad, I yesterday-yesterday had to get out of town this guy, geez not perfect open medsos..”.
“Rivany ? Where is she now ? If not wrong time Junior High School is the same as school?” said again.
“Iya, but.. now do not know where, he also moved. Hehe average not at home yes here (Complex of the stars).” Type Raduma while taking an isotonic drink from the refrigerator.
“Tau itself, the water there is not good,” complained Visa.
“Iya anyway.”
Two minutes both of them were silent, like the length of time separating the two made the atmosphere still feel stiff.
“Can I meet you not Vis ?"
“It seems that it can not be in the near future, sorry yes.” Visa Mapa then entered his black sedan car with sunglasses, blue shirt and jeans.
“Nothing Visa, just relax,” reply with smiley emoticons.
After that there was no more reply from Visa Mapa, it seemed he was indeed busy with his work. Work does make him often travel a considerable distance, whether it is because of business or others. Raduma did not wait for a reply to Visa Mapa, he immediately headed to the kitchen to cook tofu and tempe.
3 Hours later.
The hour hand shows at 21:54 minutes. Tofu and tempeh already he cooked in a simple way. He ate before eight. The actual time Raduma didn't like it was because he didn't usually have dinner. At last he ate at seven o'clock last night drinking a glass of water after which no one entered his mouth.
“Huft, today was late to eat, drinking was just a little,” muttered Raduma on the sofa. “My stomach is a little less comfortable, I better try the old man's advice this afternoon.”
Raduma closed his eyes then he could now see his entire body burning, covered in blue-colored energy.
“Communite to neutralize stomach acid, expedite oxygen to the brain.” Batin Raduma's.
Slowly but surely, his body began to feel a warm air rustling on the surface of his body's skin and finally centered in the stomach.
The energy in his body began to work at the command of his brain and heart. The amount of stomach acid is gradually reduced until it stops at the normal limits of human stomach acid.
While precisely the coolness rippled in Raduma's neck and brain, like there was a soft cool breeze entering his brain to make it very relaxed and fresh.
“It turns out it really works.” Raduma opened his eyes. “Why not from a long time ago.
“You have grown so fast young,” said Jin Old grandfather carrying a small pitcher.
Suddenly he came out of the trunk of the jackfruit tree and went through the wall, although the distance was not too close to Raduma's position and blocked by another wall and a room door that was still closed. But the voice can be heard by Raduma's ears.
“Another you're old Grandpa.” Raduma glanced towards the door of the room as soon as the old Grandpa appeared through the door.
“You killed the Queen who counts enough in our nation, but you forgot one thing, you,” replied Old grandfather he then walked towards the living room and looked out the window with both hands he put behind his waist.
“What nation do you guys like long-winded?” he said, Raduma was upset because of Grandpa's old style of speech that was always indirect at the core of the conversation.
Old grandfather laughed a little.
“Man is indeed unique,” he said while grinning oddly. Inside his mouth was something black that he was chewing. “It will be interesting..”.
“What do you mean ?”
Raduma directed his gaze at the old Grandfather who was turning his back on him. But Raduma's words were not reciprocated by the elderly grandfather of jackfruit tree dwellers behind his house.
The old grandfather carelessly walked through the entrance of the living room to the yard of the house and disappeared behind the basil plant that has now grown quite dense.
“I will not be fooled by the words of the genies,” muttered Raduma after knowing the figure of the jackfruit tree dwellers disappeared somewhere. “He says true or false, I must not be affected.”
The television was turned on, the living room lights were turned off and the dirty dishes he put in the kitchen. The night-time crickets are already mutually unpretentious.
Raduma spent the night watching television while the next morning he had to work again. Too often he skipped work, it seems he must still maintain his name so as not to be crossed off the list of car wash employees.
The strange words of the old grandfather waiting for the jackfruit tree were completely ignored by him. The right step because humans should not need to dialogue with the jinn.
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