Opung Tolu's
Spell of the Syriac shaman

Ani pulls Tolu's hand, he shows Heni's condition. Tolu did not touch the woman's body, he turned his gaze towards Mr. Midi. He glared to flush his head with a glass of water that was on the table.

“Sorry I am non!” said Mr. Midi scared.

He thought Tolu was angry at him, moreover seeing Tolu's right hand clenching. Mr. Midi resignedly closed his eyes if he had to receive the blow. He mistakenly turns out that after opening his eyes, Tolu hits the wall on the right side. Tolu's hands were swollen he moved again throwing a glass towards the entrance of the house. Only he could see a terrifying figure swaying about.

“Go!” bentak Tolu's.

A few moments later the mbok opened his eyes, he looked for the handle of the chair trunk to sit the body. Ani gave her a glass of water and rubbed the backs of the domestic workers she had considered to be the family.

“Thanks a lot non” he said slowly.

“What happened mbok?” ask Ani.

All successive events from the morning were told by him, as well as Mr. Midi also chimed in to convey all complaints. Tolu did not allow her to change clothes, despite the stinging smell of rotten eggs. He was asked to remain standing in front of the gate until Tolu exited his private room upstairs. Realizing that there are shaman spirits hanging out at home. Tolu performed the supernatural ritual of exorcising the spirits of Syrian grandmothers who were so fiercely demanding blood.

“Unang lola hami ompung boru. Mulakma dohot Menak au ndada marsangkap Manggosa mi molo ho ndada Marrat hajahaton tu jolma ndada marsala” said Tolu spitting a former nginang on top of an egg.

The crime of the village border guard shaman during life once sent a mouthful to a pair of husband and wife of foul disease sucking blood is used to feed the genie waiter and his pet creature. For life no one had matched the power of the Syrian grandmother, a shaman, until Tolu was present to send the magic back to his heart.

“Curse you Tolu!” sounds echoing in the room.

“Tolu! Stopit! You can kill him!” ani shouted holding Tolu's hand.

“Santet was moved to pak Midi kak. Hasn't anyone thrown a rotten egg into this house without hitting it?” Tolu.

“Si Bangsal is the perpetrator of non” said the mbok.

Unable to bear seeing Nanang in pain, Ani ran inside leaving them. The wind blew, the sky blackened occasionally heard the sound of thunder even though the rain did not come. Midi's last shout released black smoke shards rolling away from her house and body.

“Did Mr Midi die non? Hiks” sobs the mbok.

The stiff body of the man let out an outstretched tongue, a blackened face and a still burning eyeball. The mbok has repeatedly said two sentences of shahadah hoping that the corpse of Midi's eyes can be closed. But still, his eyeballs were many times wide open with the jaws of his mouth letting out small black animals.

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🌿unang lola hami ompung boru Mulakma dohot Menak au ndada marsangkap Manggosa mi molo ho ndada Marrarat hajahaton tu jolma ndada marsala

🌿Do not disturb our grandmother. Come back quietly, I have no intention of hurting you if you don't spread evil to innocent people.