MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE TWENTY-FIVE

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Sontak Ali gasped.

The voice of the rooster Mbah Marsinah! He jumped out of a king-size bed. Run as fast as lightning even until the Black who usually first darted out quickly with Ali.

"The shame!!! Eyang Uti!!!"

The happy heart of Ali.

The hut house that was beside the magnificent palace of his Embah heritage has returned. Standing upright even though the bamboo wood has begun to be fragile and some are torn.

Suddenly Ali woke up.

It is like being able to move to a different dimension of two worlds.

"Done!"

"Original!"

"Done! Uti Eyang!"

Ali ran towards the Sewage of Marsinah. Kissing her wet shoots because she just came out of ******.

"Meow..."

Ali turned to the Black man who appeared to be standing in front of the gate of the back door of Mbah Toro's house.

"Here, Black!"

"Hehehe...., that cat seems to have gotten very close to you huh?!" said Sumpah Marsinah while chuckling.

"Done! Why wasn't this house in my vision yesterday? Why is it like that? In fact, there were only gardens overgrown with human-tall weeds around here! I thought I had a dream to meet Eyang Uti Marsinah. Apparently,..."

Dumpah smiled thinly.

Ali could not interpret the mysterious smile that was on the lips of the Sumber Marsinah.

"Can Ali get an explanation of this situation? Anyang Uti, know Mr Kadus Toha? He said,"

Jeleggerrr

Suddenly there was lightning struck when the day looked bright and the sun shone beautifully.

"This village, is in the confinement of curses?"

Ali looked seriously at the face of Sewan Marsinah. His eyes did not dare to blink. Waiting for the next story about the strange condition of this magical bin.

"Es cream, ice cream...! Who wants ice cream! Ice cream, ice cream...!"

Ali was back.

The voice of an ice cream merchant who was quite familiar in his ears. It was as if it was such a beautiful voice and Ali longed for it during his stay in this strange village.

"Shortly, Yang! I'm going to get some ice cream!"

Ali's childish nature is still there even though his age will step on the head of two.

He moved quickly out of the way through the bushes.

His eyes glared dazzled.

In front of the house of Simbah Marsinah stood firmly a building of worship. A mosque that is quite large even though it is empty of worshipers because it is still early in the morning and has not entered the Dzuhur prayer time.

"Es cream, ice cream! Who wants ice cream!"

"Ang the ice creamer! Wait!" ali shouted to the ice cream merchant who was passing by on his motorcycle.

It was incredible. After a few days of living in this large but remote village finally Ali saw the merchant enter the village on a motorcycle.

"Es what flavor cream, Mas?"

Ali's stunned. The big ice box seemed to shine like a diamond gold container that he had seen for hundreds of years.

"Mass? My mother!"

"Oh yes, Bang! I. want a chocolate taste the same strawberry. How much?"

"The only five thousand, Mas!"

"Wait a minute, will you? I'll take the money first! Wait, don't disappear!"

Of course the traveling iceman was confused by the words of Ali who entered the house of Eyang Toro through the main gate.

"Oh my God, don't make this even more confusing! Wait, wait a minute! Don't lose the people I just met today!"

Ali unzipped his backpack. He managed to find a piece of paper twenty thousand. And get back out of the house as soon as possible.

Ali breathed a sigh of relief.

The ice creamer was still standing waiting for him to come with the money.

"I'll take four, Bang!"

"Everything is right, Mas. Twenty thousand dollars."

"Yes. Thank ye. E wait, Bang! Which way do you enter this village?"

"Of course through the front road there is a kitchen! I trade here every day!"

"Se_every day?"

The feathers of Ali.

But it's still daytime. And the iceman's foot was on the asphalt of the road. So, most likely he is not a human being so-called. Or the devil who is looking for a living to support daily needs.

Ali just stared at the confused ice cream man who returned his motorcycle vehicle.

"Al-ikhlas Mosque...! But why yesterday-yesterday there was no mosque standing here?! Hm. It turns out, true story of Mr. Toha. This village has two worlds in different dimensions at the same time!"

Ali swallowed his saliva.

His eyes looked at the ice cream he had just bought. And walk slowly to the side of the concrete fence of Mbah Toro house to the residence of Sewah Marsinah.

"Meooong..."

Ali ducked. His hand swiftly lifted the body of the Black who began to be friendly when Ali wanted to bench.

"Do you like ice cream?" ask Ali ngasal.

"Meooong..."

"Huh? Hahaha.don't tell me that you like ice cream!" guess it without thinking.

"He loves ice cream!"

"Huhh?!?" Ali's surprised. Mbah Marsinah opens the other side of the Black who is very different from the cats in general.

Ali wanted to prove that the words of the Cessation of Marsinah were true. I opened a chocolate ice cream. Ali let Black lick the chocolate-flavored ice cream candle in her hand.

"Woaaa hahaha...! A really rare cat! Haha..."

Ali put Black ice cream on a plastic plate lying on a low table near the fireplace of Mbah Marsinah.

But suddenly the Black like ogah continued eating his ice cream.

"Don't put it on a plastic plate, Li! He doesn't like to eat with plastic plates. Smells plastic, he said!"

"Huh?!? This Black guy's a cat or a guy?"

"Meooong..."

The plain black cat sauntered away towards the mansion of Mbah Toro. It seems like Black is upset because Ali and Sewba Marsinah always tease him.

"Hahaha.., Black, Black! You are just there!"

Ali and Sewage Marsinah laughed. They both continued to eat ice cream before it melted as the hot weather started to sting. Ali had no breakfast.

Confucian

Ali's stomach was clearly heard.

"Hehehe..., Ali hasn't had breakfast, Eyang!"

"I'm sorry, Sewah hasn't cooked rice, Ali!"

"It's okay. Ali's going to go to Satan's stall down the road. What would Uti want Ali to buy? Fried rice?"

"No, Ali. Your money supply must have been thinned. Keep it to yourself. Sewah still has sangu stock. Uh, Ali..."

"Yes, Eyang Uti?"

"Have you entered your reading room upstairs in the corner?"

"The Embah Toro reading room? Does Mbah Toro have a reading room?" Ali asked back.

"Try getting into it. Books are the window to the world! You'll find a lot of Mbah Toro's storybooks?"

Netra Ali.

So far he has not been able to open one by one the door of the room on the top floor.

Ali only dared to go upstairs if there was a friend like Keti or Pak Satan. He did not have enough courage to test the courage to climb the sturdy concrete stairs.

Which even the sound of his sandals rang out loud and echoed even though Ali had slowed down his steps.

Ali said excuse me to Sumpah Marsinah for breakfast first at the Bu Susanah stall.

The day has moved fast. Nine o'clock in the morning and the sun was already rising overhead.

Ali pedaled his bike. Sitting quietly on the saddle and the Black Sitting sweetly in a mountain bike basket that Ali gowes.

There were several houses standing tall and it was only the first time Ali saw them. There were even some Fathers and Mothers who were chatting on the side of the road with faces full of warmth.

"Kulonuwun, excuse me mom, dad!" sapa Ali was friendly.

"Monggoo..."

Ali felt her heart warm. Neighbors whom He had never seen now seemed to appear one by one.

Ali was very happy.

He hoped that this atmosphere would be like this forever. Not gloomy and quiet as a no-man's village.

"Black? Don't you feel like our journey has gone far enough, but Mr. Satan's coffee shop isn't visible yet?"

"Meooong..."

"Ehh? Lho? We're late or what about this? Where is the warehouse, Mr. Satan, Miss Susana? Black?"

"Meooong..."

Ali was scared. He turned his bike around, trying to get back down the highway. Wishing her eyes were wrong for being too happy this morning.

But in fact,

"Where is Mr Satan's shop?!?"

Ali looked to the left right of the road ahead feeling unsettled.

"Meooong..."

Only Black remains in the world that Ali lived in. Ali immediately embraced Black into his arms.

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