MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
THE SIXTEENTH EPISODE

"Well? That's Black, why am I keinget the Keti? Hadeee... The long journey of spirit makes me remember someone!"

Ali remembered the large mirror behind the door of the teak cabinet that stood firmly in the corner.

He immediately jumped down from the bed and walked towards the closet.

"Did? Where's mirror?" sontak Ali was shocked to death. The glass mirror disappeared from behind the closet door.

The doors are made up of three pieces He opens one by one.

Blank.

Even the clothes that last night looked a lot lined up in hanger hugs, now there is no one there.

Ali is just a snarl.

Kukuruyuuuk

Kukuruyuu...

Ali's surprised. The sound of the rooster sounds very loud.

He looked up at her face and was alone. Two days and two nights, there was no sound of chickens except crickets and frogs singing and changing outside the house.

Chicken jago? There aren't.

Ali who was still confused because of the large mirror that last night pulled him in and moved dimensions to 2016 turned out to be nonexistent.

"That means I was just a dream last night! Last night I traveled to Junior High was just a sleeping flower!?" he muttered to himself.

"Ck. Really crazy for me! I can believe that I can actually teleport the portal to the age of 13 years! Suwe! Hhh..."

Ali thought, maybe because of the effects of soy sauce. So that last night he slept until carried away his dream so longed for Mother Father.

Ali immediately went out of the room. went to the open space to plunge in the pool of springs.

To his surprise, the view had changed.

The spring pool which was just a small pond coated with ordinary cement mortar, suddenly turned into a much larger and neater pond also covered with green grass on the edge area.

Sontak Ali gasped.

His steps stopped, even he retreated several times.

His eyes stared hard.

The sun is not shining yet. Automatically his vision is still a bit faint.

Ali tried to divert his mind that began to drift.

"Ck aaarrrggh, my eyes are really this minus! Gegara used to love the midnight mabar not remember the time! Hhh... Now be a lamur gini deh!" he complains to himself while pinching his forehead.

"Meooong..."

"Black! Black!!"

Ali, the black cat is back.

"I'm confused, Black! Why did this pool change? Am I the one who didn't get the time at the beginning? And..., the voice of a rooster? Where'd it come from?"

Black jumps outside.

Ali was lured to follow the Black man. There was a translucent iron gate without a bulkhead.

"What???"

His eyes back up.

"There's...the house behind this house turns out!?"

Ali scratched his head. Sometimes he turned to look at the jet-black cat with a petite agile body.

Ali had never opened the back door. Just this time he realized there was a neighboring house behind the large house inherited from his Mbah.

"Why... Mr. Satan and Ms. Susannah didn't say yes yesterday?!?"

Again Ali could only murmur in his heart.

He tried to get out through the back door which turned out to be just the right size on the body. The door is very small. Unlike the size of the door in general.

"Kulonowoon! Excuse me! Is anyone here? Assalamualaikum..."

Slender. No answer.

Ali walked with doubtful steps. But He was curious about his new neighbor today whom He knew.

Ali has now been in front of the door of a small house that looks more like a hut is so fragile.

Tok tok tok tok

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynoltom..."

A cool morning and its light that slowly unfolds the fog and darkness of the night increasingly spread an aura of calmness.

The black that walked beside Ali wagged his tail.

"Yes? Who yeah?"

A rather old woman about 60 years old came out but from the side.

"Bah? Morning Mbah! The owner of this house?" ali asked with his body bent.

"Excite. You who?"

"I'm Ali, Mbah! I'm Mbah Toro's granddaughter, the owner of this house up ahead. I am his son Mr. Agus Kurniawan."

"Oala... Ja. I remember! Your name's Ali?"

"Yes, Mbah."

Ali kissed the back of his neighbor's hand.

"Hehehe. It's been a long time since I've seen a young man your age, Ali. Gladly, in this village there are already young people who are willing to stay. Ehh, are you staying here or... is it just a vacation?"

"I'll try to stay here, Eyang!"

Ali smiled wryly.

Yes, Eyang! Besides this house, where else do I have to stay? Except under the bridge of the capital. It also still has to fight for government-owned land controlled by the homeless even I heard until life is at stake. Hhh...

"The Uti lives alone here?"

"Yes, Ali! Mbah used to work at Mbah Toro's house. But since my daughter passed away ten years ago, I chose to stop and go looking for luck in another village. It turns out, only this village is always at heart."

"That means, the one named Mbah Marsinah?"

"Ali know my name?" ask the surprised Mbah.

"I know from Mr. Satan."

"From Se_tan?"

"Yes. He's the one with the shop down the street, Eyang! Eyang Uti never shopped in his stall?"

The Mbah shook his head, making Ali scratch his head again.

"Keep, what have you been eating all this time?"

"Vegetables. That, in the back garden."

Ali gulped. Miraculously.

It turns out he was a creature who was less grateful so far.

He thought he was God's most unlucky being. Poor, there is nothing but a story of sadness that makes himself ogah friends with others because of his great mind. Even the clothes he was wearing were the clothes that his father bought three-four years ago.

Apparently, the world is full of different circumstances.

Ali followed Mbah Marsinah. It turns out that behind the hut there is a large enough land for the Mbah gardening.

Various types of vegetables are planted by Mbah Marsinah whose path is somewhat hobbled it.

"Well, what's the leg?"

"Hump, Li! Here you go, this old creature. Waiting for time, his life was taken away by the Creator. Hehe..."

"Want Ali a massage? Mother said, Ali was the birth of the trujun. Times first. And said Mother also, if the born trajun was good at massaging even though the massaged had gout. So. Hehe..."

"The good boy. Luckily Agus has a son as good as you, Nang!"

Kukuruyuu...

Ali looked towards the chicken coop. The sound of his cock Eyang Marsinah again crowed.

"Who also keeps chickens?"

"Yes, Nang. Only one rooster and three hens. The eggs can be cooked to eat."

"What did he eat? Where to buy chicken?" tanya Ali was very excited. He who used to be quiet and indifferent is now turning crowded and likes to talk like a child who just knows the real world.

"Hehehe... This chicken is like Mbah. Eat only what is. Vegetables, yes earthworms too. It's called chicken."

"Meooong..."

Ali realized that Black was still with him.

He lifted Black's body in his lap and stroked it gently. Black reacts and rebels. But Ali tried to hug him tightly until the cat finally resigned in Ali's arms.

"Change what are you doing?" Ali saw the pot that was in the burning furnace near the garden watering down.

"Boiled cassava. You want?"

"Well, that's delicious. A lot of the stew, Eyang?"

"Enough for the three of us to eat."

"Third?"

"Yes. That, which you carry and elus-elus. He likes boiled cassava the most."

"Isn't he? Whoa, you like cassava, Black? Your style resembles that of the Sultan's cat, as it turns out, likes to eat boiled cassava too. Hehe... Funny thing!"

Ali lifted Black's body and tickled his neck until Black squirmed.

Mbah Marsinah laughed. His black teeth made no fear of Ali.

Now Ali is more able to appreciate other people who have strange names and appearances.

God created man differently. Like Mr. Satan and Ms. Susannah. Keti. The Mbah Marsinah.

Ali is now learning to appreciate everyone present in his life.

Ali was once loved but abandoned without being able to properly express his affection and love to those whom Ali loved so much.

Mother, Father, Word also Laila. Ali regretted always harboring feelings without wanting to express what he felt what he loved.

Ali was a passive man. People who don't say much. Even with the Word and Laila. He is just a listener. Laugh if there's anything funny about their stories.

Not dare to interact first because of excessive embarrassment.

Ali is poor because.

Cassava boiled into adhesive meeting with Mbah Marsinah and also Black. Also the Jalu, the rooster of Mbah Marsinah who was removed from the cage.

While the other Mbah chicken seems to be out for food.

Ali smiled. Black devouring boiled cassava deliciously.

It turns out that cats also like to boil cassava.

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