Opung Tolu's
Grief enveloped

Wild meat blood wriggled within the bone marrow. Science cannot all be controlled and become a self-shield. No one can predict the death it arrives, a life separated from the corpse has a companion or qorin that can be evil or good. It all depends on his habits and actions in the world. The most terrible things are to have the other side of the bad regarding the unforgettable evil memories in life time. No one can control the desires of demons other than themselves even though they have to melt into dust and fire.

Midi's death was almost like a catastrophic connection resulting in deep fear at Tolu's residence. Evil and good, can not be balanced even heavy on the black road. Unlike most people, not having supernatural knowledge does not mean being able to escape or not be exposed to magic. So, what do you get after mastering supernatural powers? Tolu took off the golden skewer carved into the leaf. His legs were limp, he dropped the body from the back where Togar came to catch him.

“You why my wife?” ask Togar.

He scrunched his forehead looking at Midi's corpse and the scar on his forehead, moreover Tolu's right hand was full of blood. Togar took a skewer from Mawarni's mother that he had given to Tolu. He grabbed the konde stitch and placed it on Tolu's palm. The woman was not very limp, she had completely lost the energy of enduring the pain all over her body. Togar picked up Tolu and asked the mbok to call the residents to help take care of Midi's body.

“I told you that the witch doctor was the witch who killed my mother!” jerk Bangsal in front of the funeral home.

Some residents expelled him, he should now be in the tomb of a Syrian shaman or take care of the process of prayer at home. The mourners increasingly crowded the residence of Tolu's house, the villagers took to pieces to help the process of taking care of the body. Because of Nanang's eyes that can not be closed, they also call ustad Gersergean. The eighty-year-old Ustad walked with a cane while looking at Tolu. Tolu realized he had been noticed by the ustad who had taken care of the body of his family, he put his hands together in front of his chest and looked down at him.

The funeral process, the house still looks busy many people help prepare all the needs. The mbok endured the pain on the bandaged hand, a whispering resident nudged to the side of the woman who was at the side.

“I can not say that all due to the shaman who has gone it. But for sure, after the arrival of Bangsal, Mr. Midi experienced something strange” replied the mbok.

“I cannot choose between these two shamans to say who is right and wrong. Both have important roles” said the woman who feels on the right side.

Fragrant pandan leaves are still as fragrant as in the room, the former room of Pak Nanang located in the corner of the lower floor is untouched and changed in the least. After everyone left, the mbok approached Ani while presenting a cup of warm water in his favorite antique glass from Mariti's mother's legacy.

“Non, sorry before. The mbok was very worried and afraid if Bangsal came here back” said the mbok supporting his body moving near the chair trunk.

“I will talk about this with Tolu mbok” Ani sighed.