Opung Tolu's
Serge

In the middle of a hot day. An old woman walked bowing back and forth in front of the gate of the house. His glaring eyes widened sowing something stealthily.

“Excuse me grandma, what is grandma doing there?” ask Midi.

He paid no heed, only continuing the grumbling scolding let out a raucous voice. A few minutes passed, crows flying around the courtyard.

“Grandmother, if you get lost then I will take you to the police station” Midi said back.

“Sstth! Be quiet! This house is damned! Huh!” yelled old grandma.

He shook his body, almost the man fainted as a result of smelling the scent of carnation on the woman's body. White hair disheveled, dry blood marks on the chin. Midi was forced to pull to the side of the road. The atmosphere of the village was quiet during the day was a little gripping. The grandmother disappeared like the wind carrying dried leaf flakes. How surprised Nanang realized the grandmother was no longer seen.

“Who was he? What's ghost?” muttered Nanang running in fear.

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Some people think she is a bad woman. After the issue of the death of the old Syriac shaman spread his last death called the name of the shaman Tolu. The evil and good are no longer visible. Syrians are old shamans considered to be shamans who guard the boundaries of the village. An angry Syrian grandmother's son demands revenge for the mother's death. He threw seven rotten eggs at the gate. When the toss of the nine eggs hit Midi's face.

“Hei! What are you doing?” ask Midi.

“My mother died because the owner of this house was a murderous witch doctor! Argh!”

Emotions are not under control, Mr. Midi asked the help of siskamling officers to take him away. A commotion sounded in Ani's ear, mbok Heni called Ani but suddenly the phone was cut off due to power outages. The right arch felt cold, as if something was wriggling on it blowing in a whispering puff of a strange sound.

“Arghh!” jerit si mbok.

“Where did Mr Midi go?” he was looking everywhere.

From the outside he ran over with a breath of gasp. His face looks like there is mucus falling down stinging the foul scent. Ani walked a distance, she covered her nose with her fingertips.

“Where have you been sir? then what smell is this Mr Midi?” ask Ani.

“Sorry that you were going out. This stench of rotten eggs was thrown by the old lady in front of the gate. I secured it to non.” siskamling post

“Ya now help me lift mbok Heni” take Ani.

He touched the forehead mbok Heni felt very cold, Ani also called their personal doctor. However, when the doctor has come and examined, there are no symptoms or diseases suffered on the mbok. The doctor said he was tired of working.

“Then, what about the wound on his wrist doc?” ask Ani.

“Bu, I do not see any injuries on the wrist of this woman” said the doctor.

Ani escorted him out, he also received a prescription vitamin for the mbok and suggested that the mbok not too stressed so experiencing hallucinations. Ani again made sure of the wound, the wound ripped skin widened dripping blood surprised him.

“Mbok! Mbok! Build mbok!” call Ani.

He held the blood coming out with a table cover. The blood he could even touch, but the doctor did not see the wound at all.

“Sister, why is sister crying? What's up, sister?” tanya Tolu went inside the house.