MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE THIRTY

The night of the incident was Saturday night.

Saturday morning the funeral of the three people was lashed by heavy rain. Difficulty burying Hayuh, Imas and Kandut.

Even the river water that became the border of two villages, Kandut village and Sepadan village overflowed flood, making it difficult for residents to dig a grave hole.

To minimize the time, Hayuh and Kandut were finally buried in one burrow. Next to the tomb of his mother Suminah, his wife Toro.

It really did become an incredible event.

Even some residents were forced to bury the three bodies in the midst of heavy rain that never stopped.

The bodies of Hayuh, Kandut and Imas are like swimming in a pond measuring one by two meters.

So horrid.

Not even a second did God give a pause for the rain to stop even if only for a moment.

It rained hard, for days.

Until the second day,

Wind p+ting pickaxe destroys the contents of two villages that are beriteru characters. Porak porandakan several houses of the residents including Hayuh house that stands firm. Except for the magnificent Toro house.

Many residents were displaced in the homes of the elders of Kandut Village. Marsinah and Asilah became impromptu nurses to help residents who suffered injuries hit by house buildings when the wind hit.

Exactly at seven o'clock in the night of one suro,

'Hahaha... hahaha!!!'

The sound of laughter echoed over the sound of Adhan who was reverberating.

It was the laughter of Kandut, the village chief who died two days ago.

Residents around fear.

The atmosphere was stirring and gripping.

"Don't be afraid! It was his lust that was still curious and stolen by the demonic devil he adored! Teach it! Let's all teach! Open Qur'an!" toro commands those who side with him.

Unlike the people who during Kandut life to complain about the man, they flocked to take sharp weapons relics of their ancestors that have been passed down by ancestors for generations.

There are many keris, cleaver, knives even samurai that they bring to clean Kandut as usual every night one suro.

That is the tradition of the village.

Every night one suro at twelve pm, the citizens who trust the elders (shaman) or smart people will bring heirloom objects to be bathed and sanctified again khodamnya.

Wallahu a'lam bisshowaf.

And they felt that the elder they were flattering was still alive, rejoicing while taking out all the heirlooms and flocking to the tomb of Kandut.

What a trust that is inversely proportional to what Toro does.

Toro instead told his followers to contemplate at home. Quiet yourself with a lot of praying such as night prayers and prayer.

No exiting after dusk unless going to the nearest mosque.

It is forbidden to travel especially to distant places because the night of one Muharram is also said to be the night of the turn of the year, which is on that special night, which is, there is a divine secret about the opening of the portal doors of the universe that is not only made up of the world. There is a portal of soft realms, otherworldly realms. The nature where the spirits of ancestors who have died even thousands of years ago.

It is said that according to the fairy tale of the ancestors of the past, the portal of the entrance of the dead creatures in the world, opened as wide as possible right on the night of one suro, the night of the turn of the year began when the sanekala was approaching. (Sanekala is the time approaching the Maghrib azaan)

It is said to provide opportunities for spirits to come to their living descendants.

But that very night, it became a night of opportunity for the demonic demons who were in captivity to escape from their nature to the world.

Of course they are demonic demons whose evil is many times that of demonic demons, free-living jinn mixed with humans.

That's how the story is told.

Prelekkk

Duaarrr

A shocking explosion throughout the village that has been destroyed as the building houses its inhabitants.

It turned out that the explosion came from Kandut Hayuh's grave.

Suddenly stood upright Kandut on his grave with his loud laughter growing louder.

"Haha... Haha... Nice, nice! You are my loyal followers! Thank you! Haha..."

"We believe Mbah Kandut is alive! We live in peace and security under Mbah Kandut. We would love to continue to be led Mbah rather than live by the rules of Mbah Toro."

"Hahaha. This world was created for fun! Not to listen to all these rules and that is what makes the heart fret fear! He is just a messengers who are colossal and do not follow the times! Life goes on with the times! Why is there a saying that says 'The world is spinning, sometimes above sometimes below'. That's for us to realize that we have to move forward. Do not be silent in place following all the ancient rules of ancient man! Free yourself! Express your creativity and brilliant ideas for the future! To live more advanced, of course!"

'Live Mbah Kandut! Hail Mbah Kandut!!!'

'Mbah Kandut is the leader of the present resolution! Mbah Kandut understands passionate young people!'

'We always support you!'

It is unfortunate, it turns out that the influence of Kandut is so strong.

It is terrible how to brainwash the people who choose to live free expression as they want.

Life without rules and the rules of religion.

They flocked to the Toro residence.

Singing syair canticles that make roman feathers goosebumps.

The longer the horde of Kandut followers continues to grow.

It even looks a lot.

It turned out to be mixed with the astral beings who had made it out of his portal.

Not to mention because he also helped evacuate the residents affected by the wind disaster p+ting pickaxe so that the condition of his body is less fit as well.

The hot air on the night of one suro had a negative impact on the state of Toro.

The circle of the Devil is blundering like a rolling snowball and ready to hit Toro and his followers.

The rain stopped and the cold night was as hot as the hot afternoon sun.

"Enterminate Toro! Annihilate Toro! Destroy Toro!"

'Destroy Toro! Annihilate Toro! Destroy Toro!"

"This evening

Lonely silence

You're lulled

In dreams

You're smiling

Peace."

The followers of Kandut who turned out to be some of the subtle creatures sing the song of Night One Suro with a sound that vibrates blowing the gusts of cold air that freeze all the joints of the bones that hear.

Kreeksk

Kreeksk

Kreeksk

It's getting cold.

Even the air temperature continues to decrease to minus a few degrees Celsius.

Make early morning dew that begins to fall from black clouds into painful ice spots on the skin of the bodies of Toro followers.

Kandut's followers continue to raise the volume of their songstress. It's getting deafening with a much more sinister verse.

"Lingsir wengi sliramu tumeking sirno

Ojo tangi nggonmu guling

look out jo ngetoro

I'm bang wingo wingo again

jin satan kang is not used

dadyo

Wojo lelayu sebet."

If translated in Indonesian is

By nightfall, yourselves (your shadows) are disappearing

Don't wake from your sleep

Watch out, don't look (show yourself)

I'm getting restless, though,

The devil's genie I command

Be whatever, too,

But don't bring death

Toro who heard the death chant felt uneasy as well in the end.

"Strengthen faith! Strengthen faith, my brethren! Strengthen our faith! Don't be tempted! Don't be lured by the beauty of the mirage! The world is only temporary! Forever hereafter! Allaahahu Akbaaarrr!!!"

Duaarrr

Duaarrr

Duaarrrrr

Three explosions shook the Earth.

Flaming such a huge fire was deliberately ignited and engulfed by the spirus oil and petrol for many litres.

Dredge the village of Kandut and eliminate the village of Sepadan.

Everything is gone, no idea who died, who lived.

Up to a month and two months later, there are some people who are alive but like being in another world. A world far from the reach of the outside world. Though they are still alive and still doing daily activities like normal humans.

And so, this story begins.

And now, two young grandchildren from Mbah Kandut and Mbah Toro were met by fate. United because of the dispute of their two ancestors who are still floating.

Trying to open the veil of the door of the magical natural portal that once ravaged the world of Kandut Village until it was split into two worlds. Like day and night. Like water and water. Being two sides of the currency that can not be united.

It was the duty of Ali Akbar and Yadi.

Will they be able to restore the village of Kandut as before.

With a society that lives in harmony, peace and serenity side by side without friction of dispute.

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