MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE TWENTY-SIX

"What's been going on? What, are we in a different place and time, Black?"

Ali strengthened his hearing.

The voices of the boys laughed out loud around the area.

"Kids' voices!"

Ali looked for a location that sucked into the sound of laughter joking and pounding feet like he was poking the ball.

"From this direction!" point it after being sure that the sounds are clearly heard from behind the tall grass that is a barrier.

Srek

Brocade...

A football field!

Netra Ali.

There were about twenty-two teenage boys playing football there. Even with the following complete formation attribute the uniform of each team.

Only difference, minus the audience.

"Meooong..."

The Black man jumped down from Ali's arms. Then run towards a fairly large field.

"Right back oi right back, Adi! Swing your legs properly! Don't hit your opponent's foot! This is not karate! Ck. How can Indonesia enter the top ten of the world cup if the player still likes to be arrogant in the middle of the field!?! Now you can only get a position in the massage chair number 160. Ish, when does it go up if you don't want to change!?"

Ali termangu witnessed the sight he had just seen in this quiet village.

A handsome man, perhaps his age or above Ali was a little clamoring for direction.

Strangely enough, the Black One came closer and...

"Hi, Honey! I'm trying to be a coach first!" he said as he leaned over and stroked Black's back which looked familiar to him.

"Black..."

The man looked at Ali.

There was a flabbergasted look on his face that Ali caught from his aura.

The Black actually wagged his tail and surrounded one of the man's legs like he was giving a code to Ali.

But Ali did not understand what it meant. Except for just guessing that Black is the man's pet because they turned out to be familiar with each other.

If Black is the pet of this person, why is the cute cat more often seen around the house Mbah Toro?! Hm.. I guess not! Or, or because they are separated from different dimensions?!?

"Wait along!... Introduce it! My name is Ali Akbar!"

The man received Ali's hand but with a cold face without a sound.

"Whose name is Brother?"

"Who are you?" He asked back. Even the question that Ali considers ambiguous and strange.

Ali was momentarily confused.

Ali's character has changed. Much braver than before.

Sell it, I buy it.

"You yourself, who?" tanyanya no less firm.

The man snorted with smirking lips.

"I? I'm who? Haha... Poor thing! You don't know me?"

"Of course I don't know you! I'm the new guy here. My place in that big, high-walled house!"

Spontaneous the man's eyeballs grow.

"Is that?" tanyanya.

Ali is smiling.

Mampus Lo! Mentally, right, Lo? I'm the heir to the biggest house! Ali jumawa's heart murmured.

"What is your relationship with the late Mbah Toro?" ask again by investigating.

"Hey! Wait!!!... You're investigating me but I don't know who you are myself! Can you introduce yourself who might be famous in this village?!"

"I. Mbah Kandut's grandson! The ruler of this village!"

Eng Eng Eng Eng's...

Ali's chest rippled.

He now faces off against his grandson, his arch-enemy Mbah. And their positions are the same. Both grandchildren.

The two looked at each other as if they had finally found an answer.

"Do you know, we're in two different dimensions? We both live in the world. But it's like there's an invisible border between us. We are both living beings!"

"My name's Yadi! You, uh,... Ali's? Ali Akbar?"

Priiiite

Ali rang his whistle.

He dispersed the boys he had just trained.

"You play by yourself! I have a need!"

The sound of children chattering crowded like a chicken market.

"Come on! We're sitting in that saung!"

Ali nodded.

Yadi walked the lead while Ali followed the steps of Mbah's grandson Kandut, a famous kades several dozen years ago until his name was dedicated to the name of a village.

It should be my Mbah name that is the name of this village. My mother is a local child born, raised and devoted in this village!

Ali's mind was contaminated. Remember story after story of Mr. Satan and Kadus Toha, if the great battle between Mbah Toro and Mbah Kandut is what caused this village as a curse from the Almighty.

"Astaghfirullah.." immediately Ali woke up and beristighfar. It makes it rain suddenly.

Ali realized he was so arrogant. Though He himself did not know for sure, whether Mbah was guilty or Mbah Kandut.

He only heard stories. Not knowing the original story. And most likely the Yadi will defend his Mbah as a truer than Mbah Toro Margens.

I don't know who is black, who is white. Who is right, who is wrong. Ali did not dare to guess.

"Tomorrow night, is the night of one suro!"

Deg deg deg

Deg deg deg

Hearing Yadi's words that recalled the words of Mr. Kadus Toha made Ali aware and immediately degdegan.

"One night Muharram. Islamic New Year's Eve!" added Ali.

The Black man did not meow. He just sits stuck between the two men who turned out to be the grandchildren of the two champions of the village who fought each other until life in this village became a mystery that is not solved by the real world.

"I'm taking you on a partnership!" said Yadi who seemed to have gained enlightenment after knowing that Ali was the grandson of his sworn enemy, the late Mbah Kandut.

"We're going to unlock the veil of this divine mystery?! That so?"

"Yep. Let's try."

Ali gulped.

His heart increased the intensity of his beating. Between confidence and fear that their expectations are too high.

"Please tell us their stories from the past!"

"Sorry, I forgot, you're new. Surely you're having trouble with this mysterious, question mark!"

"For sure!"

Ali was relieved, Yadi could understand his point.

"Come, let's go to my Mbah!" bring Ali.

"No! I'm more comfortable talking in a neutral place! There was no intimidation from anywhere. Neither from Mbah Toro nor from Mbah Kandut."

Ali understands. Yadi's words were right.

"The inhabitants have lived a long, tormented life. Even separated from their families who existed in parallel portals like other worlds. Surprisingly, we are both human. Not a demit who does have a soft world nature."

Ali took a breath.

"Whose place then?"

"A saung over there!"

Yadi pointed south.

"Is there a occupant?"

"empty. We can talk about all the rituals I'm going to do. With the help of your prayers!"

Ali's stunned.

"The "ritual? What ritual? What... with spells?"

"Depart, I'll tell you!"

Ali is a good person.

He has a character that is easily familiar with new people who interact well with him. And its advantages are also the source of its shortcomings.

Ali was not alert.

He forgot, Yadi is the grandson of Mbah Kandut who lives in this village. Born and raised here. Automatic Yadi is much more aware of the story of the mystery story that occurred between the two prominent people in this village.

Though..,.,.,., though...,

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