Opung Tolu's
The ari-ari Sadam

The naming of the baby couple Togar and Tolu, the event was held simply. Only the neighbors around attended to bring brown rice tupak and there were even Tolu patients who brought offerings as a sign of gratitude for him. Togar's eyes were surprised by the sighting of dozens of chickens in brackets inside a cage made of bamboo. It was as if the guests were bringing live animal gift parcels to Sadam.

“Ucok, make me your aunt!” said one of the guests saw Sadam in a baby box swing.

“Who wants a black aunt?” jokingly, the neighbors smiled to disturb him.

Seeing Tolu near them, everyone moved backwards while looking down. Tolu smiled faintly asking them to continue the conversation and enjoy the dishes at the fresh dinner table. People who understand his disposition as if they would never believe if there was an issue saying the shaman brutally killed people. Moreover, every time they needed help, Tolu always jumped in to help without asking for anything in return.

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In the new home of Mr. Bram.

“Toto, how's my grandson doing?” bram asked while staring at a picture frame of baby Sadam.

“Master, today Mr. Togar organized a baby naming event at his home” replied Toto.

“Send them a gift I've prepared. Oh yeah Toto, tomorrow I'm going to do some chemotherapy. Remember, don't ever tell Togar” my situation Bram's message.

“Yes sir, I will keep this secret” Seto said walking away from him.

Bram's disease increasingly gnawing his body until thin dry. Toto turned to the master behind the wall with a frown. In his mind now even though he had to lose his job if he had to tell Togar then it would not undo his intentions and make him feel a loss. Bram has been very good to give him a salary and meet all his needs as his right hand so far.

“After unemployment later, I will live off all the rest of my money. Today I must immediately tell Mr. Togar” muttered Toto.

Towards the corner of the housing already in welcome Tolu barefoot stood staring at him. Toto stopped the car from opening the exit, looking down at the shabby appearance of the master.

“Good day non, I beg you permission to stop by home” said Seto vibrating tone.

“Pak Toto? Who are you talking to?” ask Mr. Dadar while objecting to transporting the goods in his hands.

He had just returned from the village after asking permission for leave, as well as Mariam who had arrived out of the transportation to walk to Tolu's house.

“Pak Dadar why stop here? Ladies and gentlemen are definitely waiting for us” take Mariam.

“Before mom, this is a pack of Toto seems to be looking for something.”

“No-no, I just talked to the big lady. He was here___ keep” Toto gawking stop the conversation.

Mariam and Dadar throw each other a gaze, a few seconds Toto could hear the grin open the rear car door using body language so they come inside. None of them dared to argue about the statement that Toto presented earlier.

“No thank you sir, we just walk in relation to stay five steps from here” said Mariam bergangganggang left them.

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“Si mbok please that Sadam avoid to fucking non.”

The sentence is a powerful weapon on the sidelines to stop the ritual of unification of the red jinn that originally would eat the ari-ari Sadam. Ari-ari was still being targeted by the red genie of Tolu's pet, realizing that there was a negative aura and a figure that always followed. The mbok covered the ari-ari in plastic with a face and put a bagbih on it.

“Mbok, Mariam is back” said bi Tuti.

“Mana? Quickly tell him to bring the things I asked for” said the mbok looked up his head looking for Mariam's whereabouts from behind the door.

Mariam also brought all the things needed, they chose a medium-sized jug. The mbok washes Sadam's ari-ari, which has half the stench of the ritual for days. The blood flowing between the fountain invited a faint scream sound.

“Arggh! Hahhh” strange voice faintly interfere with the hearing of the mbok .

“I must be strong!” muttered the mbok continued to wash.

When finished, the ari-ari was put in a jug, the mbok put two packs of coarse salt in it and sprinkle a squeeze of lime juice.

“Bi Tuti, do not forget to prepare a large candle behind the house. We have to put this ari-ari a little closer to the building so that it is not too far from the view” said the mbok.

“Ya mbok.”

“Mbok, is this small block enough as lighting?” ask Tina.

“Yes, there are two lights we installed. This Ari-ari should really feel bright. Sedulur Sadam is on the verge of danger because after this umbilical cord is broken, the ari-ari is not directly in the grave,” said the mbok.

The cover of the jug was covered, the jug was wrapped in a white cloth of three layers then the mbok read out a short surah hoping that the object could not be opened by force by a subtle creature. Mariam and Tina made the hole a little deeper, the mbok put the jug down and buried it. There was a block with a small light that placed a large candle within three hands that were lit.

The three of them put their hands together asking for protection for all parts of the baby's limbs.

“Mbok.” Tolu stood looking at them.

The mysterious employer turned the body over and walked to the side of the back yard into the rose garden. Tina and bi Tuti go do their duty back while the mbok follows Tolu into the garden.

“Non, non where?” call the mbok.

His hand was already injured to rub a thorn on the flower stem. Not looking again the master, the mbok turned around to see Tolu was crouching enjoying the roses until drooling thick. The eyeballs of the mbok almost missed watching the scene.

“Non, eling non” said the mbok touching his hard shoulder.

“Hiihihih! Ahihihhh!” the laughter shrieks.

The mbok fainted, the figure disappeared into the night before the other workers could not find his whereabouts. The figure of a small red genie as if to nag him after not getting Sadam's ari-ari. The disturbance that was expressed did not reach there, the body of the mbok placed in the middle of the rose plantation part of the stem is high so it is difficult to see.