Opung Tolu's
Torment

The dream of Bram

Standing on the dark path, long hands dangled pulling his body to a slam. A strange sound echoed, Bram crawled running away from the chasing ghost's hand. The voice for help was hard to speak eloquently out as if his vocal cords were locked.

“Who's looking for?” the pale-faced Tolu figure holding the skull head took out leeches and scorpions in hand.

“To_Lu?” bram's tone of voice frightenedly walked backwards.

“Dad, I'm here,” he said from behind.

When he turned his body, Tolu transformed into a monstrous creature. Bram was half dead scared. He opened his eyes from the sleep. The disturbance was not over yet, a creature without legs flew through his body.

“Argghh!”

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“Honey, where did you come from?” ask Togar.

“I'm out for a while, let's continue the journey,” replied Tolu ketus.

Mr. Seto swallowed his own saliva, the figure of the master was too creepy because in a second it could disappear from its place. This was the second time he had experienced such a mystical thing. Back to the residence, the front gate was already greeted by several dogs outside barking at the door. Mr. Driver came out throwing stones and some broken branches, another welcome crow flying around the trees. A sign of darkness, Tolu's eyes bulging groaned, he walked into the backyard of the house.

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Tolu scratched the ground, digging with his own finger. Togar stopped the movement, but his hard hand continued to dig even deeper. Seen a small white package, They crouched, Togar glared not to see Toku untied the cloth containing various sharp objects and some names in it. Ani, Togar and Tolu, their names were clearly written on a small paper roll.

“Give your batter,” says Tolu.

Togar reached into his pocket, he gave with a still focused eye view looking at the contents inside the cloth. Tolu's lip movements muttered, blowing a spell into the package. He lit a fire from a batter, burning a sharp object with one spark sulut. What a wonderful thing, without watering all those things with oil even if all the finished goods burned like dry leaves without remaining.

“Who did this?” ask Togar.

“Those who don't like us, they plant it when I'm off guard. Now I am more worried on the wedding day Brother Ani later” said Tolu.

“Honey, we'll go through it together.”

The wild side, the killing and the thirst for blood. One of the astral guardians inside Tolu's body was shuffling uncontrollably. He fights a creepy figure, Tolu's body contact lights up groaning in the supply room. The windows slammed, the curtains rolled up, all the contents of the ritual table scattered.

“What sounds are on the top floor?” ask Bram.

“Tolu is doing meditation. Father, may you understand,” replied Togar explaining.

“I first undo the intention to spend the night until my spirit was burning with the presence of very grandchildren. But with Tolu's situation, it cannot be allowed to continue like this, your wife must be guided on the right path. How can you live in a state of unease every day? I don't want anything unpleasant to happen,” said Bram.

The mbok came to provide two cups of coffee and some sandwiches on a glass container. He let the two of them go and turned around to leave them.

“Tolu is a shaman, he should definitely give a tumbles to his black magic!”

Hearing Bram's words, the mbok accidentally dropped the tray.

“I have long served in this family, there is no way I will be tumbal” muttered the mbok rubbed his chest.

Mariam who had just arrived from the market noticed the look on her face. He still seemed busy moving some items and parcels, Mr. Dadar and the other workers pacing back and forth lifting some cardboard into the kitchen. Party needs and all necessary kitchen materials. The mbok recalled Tolu's message that all kitchen items and materials were placed in an empty room next to the warehouse.

“Pak Dadar, sorry mbok forgot that non Tolu ordered all the groceries for the wedding party to be placed in the back room,” said the mbok.

“Yasudah mbok after shopping ma'am Mariam the second time will pak stacking all there."

Today came out busy busy and empty the room, Mr. Bram did not allow Tolu and Togar to do heavy work or too dizzy to think about the event. He paid a few trusted people to clear things up in detail. Mr. Seto, one of the workers closest to Mr. Bram, looked painstaking and dexterous to clear everything he ordered. He now stands giving a flyer a list of activity records and all expenses in detail.

“This must be paid tuan” said Seto.

“Take my suitcase in Togar workspace,” the order.

“No father, this payment business let me and Tolu take care. Party money will we share for all things this event” said Togar evasive.

“No, I've decided to help my son-in-law. Let the money be saved Ani so that she can use it for other purposes.”

“Thanks a lot dad” said Togar bent over patting his back.

The kindness of Mr. Bram in the midst of his desire for the son-in-law to repent and be able to accompany the togar of life both properly and purposefully. All of that was like the wish of a grasshopper, black blood had flowed in Tolu's body. Horrible things would continue in plain sight, especially the witchy plants they found earlier this afternoon. Togar shut down the big secret so his father wouldn't worry more.

Mr. Bram commands all the workmen's activities on the porch while Togar bounces off to the office. Suddenly he saw a huge black figure standing in front of the courtyard gate. Bram rubbed his eyes many times, the creature remained clearly visible. He was also surprised by the sighting of a woman wearing clothes similar to Tolu walking into the house. Eyes full of whitening, cracked face and disheveled hair.

“Arggh!” his screams pointed towards the creature.

“What's the master?” ask Seto.

“I saw a ghost! Try to make sure again who entered in” said Bram sting.

“No one in the living room tuan” said Seto.

Feeling strange things, the house feels hot and the disturbance of nightmares in nature sleep. He takes Seto to a place at an address on his friend's recommendation. A paper leaflet inscribed with the full address led to an old house. They knocked on the door, peering out from between the wooden windows, only to see a long black curtain covering the contents inside.

“Spada! is there anyone?” shout Seto.

“Excuse.”

“These gentlemen find who?” ask one of the passersby to stop his bike.

“We are looking for the owner of this house pak” replied Seto.

“Oh, Mr. Kartim. At this hour he was in a cemetery near the other side of the forest. You can walk from here straight until you reach a tree that is tied with kain” he said.

“Thanks sir.”

“Sama-sama, mari.”