MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE TEN

The night is moving.

The sounds of frogs, crickets and wild insects outside Ali's heritage mansion sounded so noisy.

Kwong kwong kwong

Kriiiik....

Rrrrzzz...

The night is getting rowdy.

But Ali actually felt comforted and comfortable because the sounds of animals out there like intentionally accompanying her night alone with the Black in the room.

The night was really sad.

First night in his hometown.

The spacious room. Very spacious even one room can be five times the width of Ali's rented house in Jakarta.

Ali sleeps on a large bed with an original foam mattress made in Europe. Although he had not been able to clean properly, only opened a wide white sheet that covered the surface.

Today Ali is too enthusiastic to play with new friends, namely Keti and Pak Satan.

The beginning of their meeting was pretty scary. But after getting to know more, Ali felt that both Keti and Mr. Satan were good people. As usual, the villagers always appear innocent and what they are. Despite Ali's views, they are somewhat mysterious indeed.

The night slowly left the darkness.

By morning, the atmosphere around the house was very quiet. There was not even a sound of dawn reverberating like when Ali lived in the Capital. Although not a very devout Muslim worship, but Ali always eager to get up early and subuhan in the mosque. After that, a pack of rice complete with Mpok Romlah began his hard day.

But in this village, all of that was destroyed. Only the stomach is rumbling because it has not eaten since yesterday.

His phone was also quiet no chat came in.

"Well, the battery is lowbat. Hm... It turns out that this phone is really useless!" gerutu Ali while putting his phone back in a backpack.

"Meooong..."

Ali turned to the Black man who was sleeping under his bed with a white sheet of bedding.

Ali smiled. He woke up, then tried to reach the cat who he thought was very polite to actually sleep on the floor without daring to move and climb on the bed looking for warmth.

But strangely the Black even wriggled jumping from his arms.

"Hey, why Black?"

Ali chuckled, Black wagging his tail in the style of a bashful female cat.

"Haha...! shy cat huh!?"

Ali got out of bed. Stretching all his muscles until the sound of kretek that made Black look at the old Ali.

"Search for breakfast yuk?" ali said to the Black.

"Meooong..."

The black cat is very clever. He seemed to understand what Ali said and responded quickly.

Ali walked towards the back door. The goal is a pool of water.

"Yuk mandi?" ali said as he grabbed the body of the Black.

"Meow meow meow, rrrrrggg..."

The Black jumped from Ali's arms. Like emotion and anger, the cat meowing was also a small roar.

"Haha...! You are a female cat? Koq is often very angry like a girl? uhhhaha..."

Ali laughed happily. Especially when his face was exposed to fresh and soothing pool water. The energy is like a newly charged battery. His life spirit was rising again.

Ali jahil splashed water on the body of the Black man who sat away in the corner.

"Hahaha, take a black bath, let's take a bath! This water is really seger, tau!"

Ali undressed all her clothes. He wanted to take a shower even though it was very early in the morning and the water was very cold. But after hitting the skin of the face and Ali feel the freshness of the extraordinary, he became tempted to swim in the pool water that is not more than half a meter deep.

Jeburrs

Tecipak.

"Tem! Items! But if that item calls for a male cat. Since you're a cat, it's good to call Black Sweet!"

Ali was talking to himself. Then busy lulled fresh pond water that more calms his feelings.

The young man took the water with his two palms from the small shower that flowed through the cracks of the spring that kept on spouting. Then sip it slowly.

"Hmmm...so good!" he muttered again with a sound similar to des+han.

For about half an hour, Ali was there. Finally he only realized that his hungry stomach was getting rumbling asked in the contents.

He rushed up and put on his little towel to cover the precious part of his body.

"Come!? Where's the Sweet Black? Escape first!"

Ali could only cluck. The black cat, as usual, ran away and disappeared every time he bathed.

With the spirit of four-five, the young man who was in the middle of this year was about to turn twenty years old rushed to the shop of Mr. Satan.

The mountain bike is now his loyal mount looking for breakfast.

"Assynnya!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

A middle-aged woman came out of the stall with a limp path. Enough to make the attention of Ali was fixed on one of his legs that seemed a bit long next door.

I think this is Satan's wife, huh! Little heart murmur Ali.

"Mom, I'm Ali. Can I have some fried rice?"

"Oh, Ali Akbar bought a candle yesterday?" he said back asking.

"Yes. Hehe... Ma'am, where is Satan?"

"He went to the garden first. The new day is home!"

"Oh that. Where is the garden, by the way? Far away?"

"Near the village cemetery."

Ali nodded slowly.

Village cemetery? Means this population used to be a lot of dong huh? Coz has a funeral of all. Or maybe this village is just a dumping village for the dead. While the living, ogah lived in this village!?

Ali could only guess.

He ate fried rice spice turmeric made by the wife of Mr. Satan.

"Mother..."

"Yes?"

"Why did Satan's parents name him SATAN?" ali asked curiously.

"That's because Mbah Toro told me to."

"Aihh?!?" Sontak Ali exclaimed, confused.

Whahuh? What mbah told you? Lah? Whose son is Satan? My Koq Mbah gave me the name? What is the relationship between Mbah Toro and his parents Mr Satan?Whahuh?

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