MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE TWENTY

"The fight between Mbah Toro and Mbah Kandut left us isolated and divided and partially lost!"

Ali flabbergasted.

His Mbah turned out to have a share in what happened in this mysterious village.

"Is there still a curse in the midst of globalization as it is today? Is it still the influence of the madness and digjayaan sciences that make the population disappear? The inhabitants are lost due to mutations or...?"

"Delayed without trace! But sometimes they are seen. But only a moment later, it disappeared again like being in another world but still in this village!"

Ali remembered the Sewage of Marsinah.

"Yes! I have also seen Mbah Marsinah, even eating boiled cassava made. But, just an hour after I returned home and Mbah Marsinah and her house just disappeared there is no more behind Mbah Toro's house!" exclaim Ali told the incident of his friendship at that time with Mbah Marsinah.

They look at each other.

"What's going on, sir? Can this situation be restored to the way it was? Like before, living safe, serene and peaceful?"

"Everything is the will of the Powerful. If this situation can go back to how it was, how happy we are." Mr. Satan muttered.

"But, three more days the night one suro ten years since that incident!" said Mr. Toha made Mr. Satan's eyes widen and Keti closer to Ali.

"One night suro? What is it, sir?"

"Islamic new year's night. One night Muharram. And we believe in all the myths and beliefs of the suro night of the ancestors."

Ali is a millennial boy. Born in the 2000s and above and came from the capital of Jakarta who did not understand the Islamic months as told by Mr. Satan and Mr. Toha.

"I only know the general month. January to December. The month of Islam only knows a few months just like the Month of Rabiul Awal 12 is the birthday of the Great Prophet Muhammad SAW, the month of Rajab on the 27th day of the journey of Prophet Muhammad Isra' and Mi'raj received the five-time prayer order from Allah Ta'ala. The month of Ramadan and Shawwal. Because we are obliged to fast for a whole month and end on the day of Victory on the first day of Shawwal."

Netra Pak Toha.

He patted Ali's shoulder with pride.

"Rubber. But the order of months in the hijri year include Muharram, Safar, Rabiul Awal, Rabiul Akhir, Jumadil Awal, Jumadil Akhir, Rajab, Sha'ban, Ramadhan, Shawwal, Dzulqaidah and last month Dzulhijjah. All the months have their own specialties. So is the early month of Muharram which we believe to be the night of one suro."

Scratch the feathers of Ali.

"Our ancestors embraced Kejawen's Islamic understanding. And we are still doing the ancestral ritual until now even though this village is still in a curse circle from the friction of black magic and white science that resulted in some residents disappearing but sometimes in the world be different. They do routine just like us. Living like us too. Eating and sleeping are only in a different dimension. And we all hope, there's someone Satria Piningit who came and opened the curse spell. Freeing us all from this terrible situation."

Ali's stunned.

What a wonderful mystical story.

Between believe or not. Myth or fact. Just an ordinary story or indeed this is real. What he used to always call superstition turns out in this village is not a figment story. But it's real.

They were all waiting for Satria Piningit to come open the veil door of this never-solved mystery.

Ali shaking.

"Ke_keti?! You scared?" tanya Ali slightly shifted her body because of embarrassment and also uncomfortable to find Keti's unusual treatment.

"Yes." Yeah."

Short answer. But he still did not move even though Ali shifted his sitting position so that their bodies did not rub against each other.

Keti just realized that he looks like a flirtatious woman who is leaning on Ali's shoulder.

"Ah, sorry.. astaghfirullah!"

The faces of the two met with pink.

There was a subtle sigh they felt. The flow of adrenaline that drives the heart faster.

The rain finally stopped.

The sky that was dark was slowly brightening again.

Ali looked at his wrist and glanced at the circular clock.

Almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"Satan's sister still got work to do?" ali asked Satan. He tried to dilute the atmosphere by diverting questions.

"Still, Li! Are you done with the business?"

"It has. But, does Mr. Toha need help? Can I work here as anything? I need a job to keep me alive. At least, to buy food every day, sir."

"Hm. Look yourself. I don't have a job either, Ali. There is no salary except from the central government which is paid once every three months. Hhh..."

"Certainly, what did Mr. Toha's family eat to wait for the salary to come down from the center?"

"My wife and children are disappearing, Li! I live alone."

The answer that stifled Ali's chest.

This is impossible, but it turns out there is. Ali wanted to rebel in disbelief but he himself experienced it.

I don't know. It is like being in a true village said Mr. Toha, an isolated village. There is no good relationship with the outside. Though this village is also not a village that is rubbed like a jungle child.

Ali took a long breath.

The complicated life he lived in this village.

But there is gratitude that He is celebrating. Ali is grateful to meet good people like them. And now one more, namely Mr. Toha, the Head of Kandut village Village.

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