MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
NINTH EPISODE

Tok tok...

Tok tok...

Ali Akbar was amazed.

Grandpa's house was knocked by someone after he came home from the satisfaction of playing with Keti.

A guest? Who is I guess?

Five o'clock more than twenty minutes before magrib. The old man said first, it was time for the devil to come out to eat.

Ali remembered her mother's story. It was when he was eleven years old. Ali, Firman and Gunadi are still fun playing hide and seek in front of his rented house right under the tree house.

"Dissolve, disperse! Come on home each one! Want Azan Maghrib can not play running around, let alone play hide and seek!"

"What's wrong, Mom?" ask Ali then.

"Husss, pamalis! Can't! Genderuwo fishing nyulik!"

"Huh?!?"

"Mamaa, you!!!"

Firman, Ali even Gunadi his neighbor's son ran away and scattered to their homes.

Scratch the feathers of Ali.

Chosen it! I might be afraid of meditating! It is precisely mediating who is afraid of poor contagion just like me! Hadeuh...!

Ali hurried to open the door.

Since he was determined to leave the Capital to the remote village of Kandut to change his fate.

Humiliated, reviled and reviled, it became his daily meal in the capital.

He was immune from the blasphemy of everyone including his friends. Poor is his identity that will not want to be carried, especially since both parents died of the Corona virus 19 late last year.

Pathetic, really.

Painful, certainly.

So that Ali Akbar is like numbness to respond to every test and ordeal that whack.

Fear of demons, humane. But now he who has nothing but to move on and follow the flow of God alone makes Ali an apathetic and cold person.

Only occasionally did he reveal his true identity. If you feel comfortable being among people who are good to him.

Kriee...

"Pa_pa_pak satan? What's up, huh?"

Pias pias Ali's face saw the guest who came when the door was opened.

Stand a thin tall body with a shabby shirt and one buttoned piece. Others are not buttoned because they are missing.

"This. You forgot to take the change and buy the candles!"

Oh yea! I forgot to take the change. But my money lives that way. Just now immediately take a thousand steps because this father said his name is SATAN.

Ali received a change of ninety thousand rupiah.

There is fear, and there is gratitude. That was the last bit of money. If it doesn't come back, either for the day after Ali's situation.

"Thank you very much, sir!"

"So I didn't have any change, so it's only now available!"

"Thank you very much!" said Ali again with a gentlemanly manner and a slightly bowed body.

"Not lit the candle? Want me to help?"

Ali gasp. The eyes of the demon sir were staring at him.

"I yes. The candle is still on the bike!"

Mr. Satan helped Ali take it.

"Have a match?"

Ali shakes.

He never kept a match. Neither gas nor bar. Because Ali's not a smoker like most young men of his age out there.

Let alone to buy cigarettes, to buy torn bread that costs two thousand silver sometimes he had to dig up the garbage first and sell his troughs to the besieger city.

Eating irregularly after his Father's mother's death.

He was more often sent food by the Word and also Laila rather than buying it himself.

Ali's greatness is the resilience of his stomach can be up to two days he holds hunger except drinking. Ali needed more drinking water to fill his tummy.

Mr. SATAN apparently pocketed a gas match in the pocket of his worn pants.

"Thank God, Satan is cool!"

Unknowingly Ali exclaimed in excitement. Now he looks familiar and comfortable making friends with middle-aged men who are younger than his late father.

Upss.... why do my words sound like people are badgering huh?!? That is my intention to praise from the heart. Not making insecure Mr Satan against me! Hhh...

Ali took his breath.

Mr. Satan grinned until he saw a row of teeth that are still intact and neat even though they are brownish yellow.

One by one the candles are declared. Brings bright light and a glimmer of calm.

"You alone came to this village?" ask Mr. Satan after seeing the backpack and noodle cardboard that Ali brought.

"Yes, Sir! My unit clock arrived. So it hasn't been a chance. Turns out this house has been very long no one occupies huh? So, the power's down, too, no longer works."

"Five years ago there was still a mother Marsinah and her daughter who took care of this house!" the story of Mr. Satan after he finished lighting four candles in the middle of two rooms.

"Then, where's this Marsinah Ma'am now?" tanya Ali was curious.

"Either! I don't know either, Deck!"

"Call me Ali, sir!"

"Oh yeah, we already know? Hehe..."

"Yes. Hehe... I was scared when I heard my father's name! Hehe..."

Ali and Satan laughed.

"Meooong..."

"Hey Black! Where the hell have you been? I thought disappearing wasn't coming back!"

Ali stroked Black's back. The cat that had accompanied him around his grandfather's lost heritage mansion this afternoon.

"This cat seems to be here all the time by noon!" said Mr. Satan follow stroking the Black.

"Sir! Why is this village so deserted? It even looks like a dead village other than his house which is far from each other. Ever since I got off the bus between cities at the end of the gate, I had not seen anyone on the street. Though the road is paved smooth and wide. But koq, like a dead road?"

Ali was very curious about this village of Kandut.

He will now live in this village for a considerable period of time until he returns to the Capital after having a good job.

"Then, this village was not Kandut village. But, the new village because it is a newly created village. This new village was inhabited by several tens of family heads only. After the arrival of a new citizen of the land of this village who long migrated in the city, the name of this village was changed according to his name. Mbah Kandut quickly managed to hypnotize the villagers with his abundant wealth resulting from pitting fate overseas. Mbah Kandut was chosen as the village head after successfully editing the only daughter of Mr. Hayuh in the next period. But..."

"But what, sir!"

"But now it's the Maghrib like that, Dek! I gotta go home. My wife must be looking around because I'm not back yet!"

Ali swallowed his saliva.

"Tomorrow the story continue again, sir?" pinta Ali after seeing the pack of Satan stood up and ready to exit the mansion Mbah Toro.

The Devil nodded. He said excuse me after stroking the back of Black who sat in a circle near Ali who focused on listening to the story.

"Don't go anywhere, accompany your new employer, Keti!"

Ali gasp. The Devil mumbled something to the Black man.

A keti? The Black is called Keti with the Devil? What is my ear that little bolot mostly consumption of headache medicine?

Just as Ali was about to ask, Mr. Satan had already walked quickly to the door of the house and disappeared away to the outside.

It is full of mystery of this village!

"Meooong..."

Ali smiled, looking at the Black guy.

"Tem! Not going anywhere, huh? Stay here with me! Tomorrow if I have sustenance, I'll buy Cue fish in the market!"

"Meooong..."

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