Room No.11B
Part. 65

I didn't ask about the name Bi Tati who was called by Kemala's mother. Let me ask directly to Kang Ujang, is it true that Bi Tati the late cook Pak Thamrin is the famous magician in this area.

"Mom, do you know who gave you this mustika?" my many.

"May I see that mustika?" pinta mom Kemala.

I reached into my bag, I took the Dawana God Stone mustika. I doubt if Kemala's mother can trust me. I was afraid of happening again when Ilham trapped me, I was afraid my ignorance was used by people who understood and understood mystical things.

"Don't you believe me?" ask Kemala's mother.

Damn, why would I doubt something like this. I give it or not. May not be Kemala's mother is the same as Ki Sona, who just wants to seize this mustika and use it to increase her magic.

"I don't need a mustika deck." it seems that Kemala's mother can read my doubts.

"If you don't want to give it to me, that's okay. But I can't maximally laugh at him." said Kemala's mother again.

Finally I resignedly give this mustika to Kemala's mother. In the necklace, his eyes closed again. Suddenly his breath gasped, his hands trembled. Then his eyes opened.

"Ke..why ma'am?" my many.

"Dek. hah.hah.hah this is not. hah.hah.hah stone carelessly." Kemala's mother handed the mustika back to me.

"I mean mother?" my many.

"That gives this mustika is not a random person. He just wants to help you. He just wants to stop the evil that has been rooted for too long" replied Kemala's mother.

"Do you know where that person is?" my many.

"He's far deck, very far away. It will come when you are in danger. You can't communicate with him. You can't find him, he'll come to you." explained Kemala's mother.

"Then, what's my mother's advice to me?" my door.

"You keep this mustika well, one day the owner will take it back. And someday this mustika will help you." explained Kemala's mother.

"But remember, keep asking for help with the Most Helpful One. You do not break the prayer so that those who want to harm you can not approach you. They have many ways, so that you come with them." continued Kemala's mother.

"Mom, I'm confused ma'am. Why do I want to be hurt? What have I done, until they hurt me?" ask me with misgivings.

Kemala's mother was silent, her face looked slashed. It was like pity to see my fate that I wanted to be harmed.

"Dek Adi, you don't need to be confused. Surely you are guarded, you are not alone deck. You are not wrong, they are only interested in you. That's it already. In essence, you live your life and your activities as usual." explained Kemala's mother with a smile, she made me calm.

What I was afraid of and did not know to do, now thanks to the explanation of Kemala mother I am not afraid anymore, I have to be strong, I have to face, no matter how.

"Thank you very much ma'am. I'm calm now, pray for me too so that I can get through all this ma'am." I asked.

"Yes deck, you're a good boy. Many will help you." once again Kemala's mother calmed me down.

"Then I go home mom. Thank you for the time, sorry if I interrupted my mother's break." I said.

"Nothing deck, I'm glad to be able to help you even if it's not much."

Adhan Maghrib reverberated, right across from the house Kemala there is a mosque with a large dome and a tower that is quite high.

"Already maghrib deck, later he will go home after prayer." said Kemala's mother.

"I pray in the mosque. Thanks." Thanks."

"Malaaa!" the mother shouted to call Kemala.

"Adi wants to go home!"

When he came out, he was wearing a white face. Ah, beautiful.

"Dek Adi, I go in first. Be careful on the road, do not forget my message you know." said Kemala's mother with a smile and then entered the house.

"Yes mother. Thanks a lot mom." I said with a smile.

"Udah?" tanya Kemala is short.

I smiled, "You're right."

"Why do I think I'm so friendly like that guy? Confused me, you love me what? Ngaku lo." sergeant Kemala.

"Lho, I thought you were friendly. I swear, I gave you nothing. I'm just talking to you." I said.

"Keep me the same message you? How could he be so similar to my guy?" ask Kemala interrogate me.

"Message you're onto me just one."

"What?" ask Kemala.

"Don't stay in prayer." I replied.

He looked at me cynically, "Ah lie, you can't possibly."

"Jeez Mala, don't believe this much. It's really just that." I explained.

"Really?" Kemala convinced me again.

"I swear!" reply while lifting my index and middle fingers.

"Jude, I'm back" I said.

"Yes. Uh, you ride what?" ask Kemala.

"Easy, can go up ojol. Daaahh, thank you La." I said goodbye.

"Yes alike. Be careful at." Kemala waved his hand.

I went to the mosque, to perform the Maghrib prayer. Mom was a good person, she wasn't like Ki Sona. I also pray, and pray for protection from Allah SWT, may nothing happen to me.

Finish praying maghrib, I order ojol with the aim of Kost Pak Thamrin. After a few minutes, Ojol's brother came to pick me up. The streets look crowded, afternoon traffic is funny. Lots of traffic jams, especially at intersections and crossroads.

Half an hour less, I arrived in front of the alley. I accidentally went down in front of the alley, my stomach was hungry and wanted to eat in a warteg place. Ah, almost forgot. I have to meet with Kang Ujang, he has to continue his story. From the story I can tell who Bi Tati really is. What is the same with Bi Tati his grandmother Kemala.

"Eh, grandpa. It has not been seen for a long time." said the owner of the warteg.

"Yes mbak. Eat mbak."

The mother scoops the rice, then I choose the side dish displayed in the glass window. My favorite omelet, potato balado, sauteed mushrooms, and not forgetting a spoonful of sambal. That's enough.

"What drink?" ask the mbak.

"Warm white water only mbak. Thanks." Thanks."

Pray that I will not forget, and then I will eat. Ah good thing, I haven't eaten in this warteg in a long time. There is a longing of its own. On the sidelines I ate, came a man wearing a light brown cocoa shirt and wearing a peci. Ah yes, tonight there are still tahlil events and prayers together in the boarding house.

"Where the hell is Pan?" ask mbak warteg.

The one called Pan replied while smoking his cigarette,

"From Mr. RT's house."

"Remain this hour to Mr RT's house? Want to get a signature?" ask mbak warteg.

"Lhooo, bude this is how it is. Don't know the news yet?" the one called Pan asked.

"Opo news toh pan?" tanya warteg called bude.

"So Mr. RT magrib died bude."

Deg.

"Uhukk uhukk uhukk.." I coughed up the heat of my chest.

"Are you really Pan?" ask Bude.

"Yes bude, I've come out from there. After this all want to know to the house of Nek Iyah." reply the man called Pan.

Mr RT dead? That means Mr Grace, right? I quickly finished my food. Then I drank a glass of warm water. And then pay immediately. Is it true that this man called Pan? If Mr. Rahmat died, Maghrib.

After paying, I hurriedly darted towards the hostel. Just wanted to step into the alley, suddenly my eyes saw the figure of Kang Ujang in the distance. He was at the end of the garden, there was a light of light illuminating his face.

"Kang Ujaaaannggg!" I shouted loudly.

The figure I saw Kang Ujang stopped his steps, then turned towards me standing up.

"Hooii Dek Adi." he replied, he waved his hand.

I rushed towards where Kang Ujang was standing, passing through the dark garden and full of trees.

"Where's Dek Adi from? What's to do?" ask Kang Ujang. He held a yellow paper flag.

My breath gasped for running towards Kang Ujang.

"Kang. hah.hah.. Mr. Grace.. huh.. died.. huh..?" tanyaku.

"Lho, Dek Adi knows where?" ask Kang Ujang.

"So I heard from the mas-mas in the warteg ahead there. Right kang?"

"Yes deck. Magrib died." replied Kang Ujang.

"Died because of what kang? It hurt?" my many.

"Lacking to know my deck. But when I see the condition of his body is similar to the late Mbak Wati." explained Kang Ujang.

"How do you think kang is?" my curiosity is strong.

"Yes so deck, his eyes bulged, his mouth mangap, kept his veins protruding. Anyway similar to the condition of the corpse of the late Mbak Wati. Only difference, Pak Rahmat's tongue did not break" explained Kang Ujang.

God, what is this mystery? Just yesterday afternoon he advised me to move out of the boarding house immediately, even Bang Oji caught us talking. Does it have anything to do with the practice of black magic Nek Iyah?

The longer, the more complicated it becomes. Relax, I need to calm down. I can only surrender to God Almighty.

"Dec, would you like to come and worship Mr. Grace?" ask Kang Ujang.

"By kang. Yuk." reply.