NAURA'S SECRET BEHIND THE PRISON BARS
The Second Ismail Story

Ishmael manages to turn Naura's grief into joy again. Every day he took Naura away. Even though it is just a tour of the village from the garden to the rice fields, from the rice fields to the city square.

And Ishmael was very happy, seeing Naura's laughter echoing again.

Like when they were kids. Joking laughter, even small commotions were once again present among them.

Ismail flower garden which was once barren and arid, now again thrives flowers of love doused by the joy of Naura.

Ismail knew Naura belonged to someone else. Naura belonged to her husband. And Ishmael had no intention of harassing it all on Naura.

He just wants to, Naura is happy. And eagerly, Naura remained beside him. Even though he is only as his childhood friend Naura. That's his love.

Great and sublime Love.

But sometimes love can turn wild and ferocious. Naura's charm completely blinded her eyes and heart.

Moreover, that afternoon her husband came and intended to bring Naura back to the Capital.

The heart of Ishmael is brightly shaken. He was terrified once, no longer able to see Naura again.

Running along the batter, not tolih his feet blistered because not beralaskan his butut sandals. Ismail chased after Naura who had been sitting sweetly in the public transport that brought her back to the Capital.

Just a melt of tears, a silent witness. And also the groaning of his heart that was again wounded left by a lover of heart.

Call and return to her who was crushed and crushed by love. Ishmael was just crying, roaring through the fields he had just laid.

An old grandfather laughed at him for witnessing himself completely blinded by love.

"Basar boy! You cry out wailing, can't change everything back to how it was!"

Ismail ignored the ravings of the old man who laughed at his crazy behavior.

The mud of the paddy fields made him look even more like a madman. Until the sikakek drilled it with a bucket of water making it dumbstruck and realized.

"Come, come to my house! I'll make you forget your heartache!"

Ismail according. Her clothes are wet. Even to the end of his court.

The old man's house was a bamboo hut. But it looks so sturdy and as if it is still new. Maybe because the bamboo surface is neatly varnished. Make it shiny if exposed to sunlight.

"Grandfather lives alone here?" tanyanya.

"Yes. Just four months ago my wife passed away!"

"Sorry cake! If my question makes you sad!"

"It's okay. All living beings will die. Including me and you. It's all about time!"

Ismail. Grandfather's words were so wise he sounded in his ears.

"I'm frustrated cake! My heart's poem is leaving me! I'm heartbroken, sakiiiiit feels so bad. Can't be expressed in words!"

"Then do you want to make your heart adore how?"

"Hik hik hiks. Because only I can make her laugh happily!!!!" Ishmael yelled again and then cried hysterically.

Fortunately the old geezer's saung was in the middle of a vast garden and just stood alone without any right-left neighbors. So that the shrill voice of his cry does not disturb anyone other than his helper grandfather.

"He left you with another man?"

"Yeahaaaa! Huaaahaa hik hik!!!"

"All right! So, what do you want now? What do you want to take your revenge for?"

Ismail heard the question of the old man who was so big empathy for him.

"I mean...grandfather?'

"Don't call me Mbah Kliwon, if you can't make that woman go through pain!"

"Is that so, Cake? Uh Mbah?...."

Kliwon's mother patted his chest. Looks proud, but it seems like his magic can not be seen one eye.

He took something from behind his pocket. A small, jet-black pouch, which somehow contained what. Ismail doesn't know for sure.

"What is Mbah doing?" tanyanya.

"Who is the name of the woman, complete with her love?!"

Ismail said Naura's name and his father's name to Mbah Kliwon.

"Tonight, and the nights that follow! He will feel tremendous pain. Even to his mind too!"

"Don't make him crazy, Mbah! Nay! I just wanted to get him back to this village and realize, how much I am the right guy for him!"

"Don't call me Mbah Kliwon, if my devotion can't keep up with your wishes, bloated boy!"

"Sorry Mbah! No.. I mean, set up mbah! I'm sorry!!!"

From that moment on, Ishmael changed. Neither his manner nor his way of thinking.

He became a loyal follower of Mbah Kliwon. A shaman who adheres to the white school, sometimes black magic.

Because of every champion and also the jangjawokan that he recited, there is also calling God as the founder. Although more often called the spirits of ancestors or phenomenal demons who are famous for their devotion and ferocity in their dwellings.

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