SANTRIKU STREET
part 19 POCONG SO MADE

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"Do you want to hide it?" ask Mr. Chandra, turning to me, after feeling enough to say his apology.

"No, sir." I replied, shaking my head.

"Yes, he has been forced he also does not want to sir, he said he had responsibilities at school, even before he wanted to go home alone, after the prayers of the noble, I forbid because pity has to go that far, most exhausted ashar, later there will be people who deliver rice here. So go home to join the taxi driver," explained Ms. Nasrul, at length.

"Yes already home with Mr. Aja, the father was also to the cottage, looking for you. You were invited here, but according to the santri you have not come home, I think you went home to your parents' house" explained Mr. Candra.

"Thank you very much Sir," my eyes twinkled.

"Yes I say yes first, Mom." said Mr. Chandra while staring back at Ms. Nasrul.

"Yes, ma'am, I also have permission to go home first, thank you for all the kindness," I said, greeting Ms. Nasrul.

"Eh wait a minute, dal." hold up Ms. Nasrul, while taking out the wallet in her bag. Then she took a piece of money Rp10,000. "It's for you" he continued, giving the money to my hands.

"What to do, ma'am, I should have given the money, because Nasrul was the one who suffered another disaster" my toll was smooth.

"Udah take it, enough for snacks, later.they also love me" forced Nasrul's mother.

"Take it!" nasrul chimed in.

Shamefully, I took the money, and I put it in my pocket, after saluting them, and I followed Mr. Chandra, who had come out first.

"That you brought nothing," asked Mr. Chandra, looking in surprise at me.

"No sir, it was directly here, the bag is stored in the schoolhouse, after all just want to look a moment," I explained, bowing my head.

"Fear it, there's a slumber. Come on up!" Pinta Mr. Candra, after the motor is turned on.

Slowly I got on the bike. After it was felt to have sat properly, Mr. Candra began to pull the gas lever, slowly.

"You know, why Nasrul could have such an accident" asked Mr. Chandra, his voice did not sound too clear, because of the wind that hit.

"Lacking to know sir, last night our eyes were closed, so not knowing the actual incident, you know the morning he was brought to the public health." I explained, by bringing the head closer, to Mr. Candra's ears, I explained, so that my voice can be heard clearly.

"Hopefully the last Nasrul, who was devastated at the reception of new students" muttered Mr. Chandra, while continuing to pull the lever of the motor, passing the road that is still Red. fortunately now the dry season, the, so no slippage, only the eyes are poignant in the dust.

Two hours passed, me and Mr. Chandra conquered the endless snake, with a fairly heavy terrain.

"You eat first" asked Mr. Chandra, while removing the helmet on his head.

"No, Sir. Thank you, you want to coffee?" I asked back.

"May, it seems steady" replied Mr. Chandra while continuing to pay attention to his motorbike checking what is lacking.

Without another word I passed to go to the kitchen, to make coffee, after which the coffee was delivered to the terrace, where chandra again waited.

I went back to the kitchen, to wash the dishes, even though they didn't tell me, but I knew myself enough, because this was all I could do to repay her kindness, even if it wasn't appropriate.

The dish was seen piling up, but it was only left for a day, not because his wife, Chandra, males, but he was pregnant, so it is recommended more rest.

After washing the dishes, I say goodbye to Mr. Chandra, to go home to the cottage, do not forget before going home I took the bag first, which is still stored in the school warehouse.

each region usually has its own name, with this ghonimah, there are those who call adrahi, kuluhum, and many others, essentially Every thing brought from home, he said, for the santri's souvenirs.

Actually, the holidays are, from dzuhur Saturday to Zuhur Sunday, but most of the santri choose to go home, after Ashar. so as not to get too hot on the way, but most of the santri choose to go home, there are also those who leave Monday morning, and go home after Friday.

As now, the santri gather, while eating enye. By the one brought by Kang Arif.

"The healthy old man Rif," asked Kang Agus, heard crisps from his mouth that was chewing enye.

Enye is a typical food, made from cheeked cassava, more like crackers.The popular name is kecimpring. The shape is the same, the only thing that distinguishes is the staple.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy Kang" replied Kang Arif, who sat down while leaning his body against the wall.

"Thank God, if it's healthy" said Kang Agus.

"But the people in the village, again Geger Kang, because there are so-so pocong events, many people who lose money. I don't want to believe it, but there's a lot of evidence." Kang Arif's story hit his village, straightening his waiting.

"Yet ancient times, the era of ta* kotok in Lebuan (chicken dirt sprinkled with rub ash) time in the computer century like now, there is still something like that" Kang Agus responded with a smile, smiling, as if not believing, not not believing the same story, maybe not believing in such a strange incident.

"Yes Kang, this morning it was already stirring, because the shopkeeper's money for Raib's shopping, not left." Kang Arif added the story, while staring at Kang Agus telling that, the story really happened.

"Kok, the money is gone, can accuse pocong so-called events that take it" asked, who began to be curious.

"There were some patrons, who tried to bribe him, last night. The pocong surrounded the shopkeeper's house, and more convincingly, the money lost, did not damage the storage place" Kang Arif replied.

"Kok, it can be like that" I asked, scratching my head, because my logical mind is not able to digest it.

"Eat it, it's mystical, right," sure kang arif, while sharpening his gaze.

"If it really is, it is called magic, a thing that comes out of habit, or custom, which Allah gives to the kahanah or shaman, or those who are steeped in that knowledge" obviously Kang Agus with a flat face.

"As far as it can be, such sorcery is learned, kang." asked me with a face full of curiosity, staring at the kang agus.

"It can be, everything can be learned, the important thing is there is a will, just for us, must be able to sort and choose, which science is useful. Because good science is a science that can be practiced, because it is a science that can be practiced, especially for yourself, thankfully if it can be used for others," replied Kang Agus, whose knowledge is already qualified, making us who listen to understand what he said.

"So much science like that, it can be defeated, or we can catch a pocong so that's not the case, kang." asked Kang Arif.

"It is possible, just for what. knowledgeable people will avoid hostility, but when there is an enemy coming, which endangers aqidah, or salvation.we must not run" said the skinny man with a peci who is always attached to his head. "Keep how many people, who have lost money" continued Agus asked Kang Arif.

"Many kang, almost every night there are always citizens who lose money" replied Kang Arif, explaining.

"Of course the citizens have done it, meaning what effort they have done, to prevent the incident soapaya not constantly." asked Agus full of curiosity.

"Many kang, ranging from planting moringa trees, yellow bamboo, nets, in front of the house.there are even some residents who keep the money, in the Koran" replied Kang Arif told me by dusting gebu.

"Udah is also yes, then the story" said Kang Agus while tapping his chin.

"Yes, why, Kang." asked Kang Arif curiously.

"Yes, if the Koran has been used as a wallet," explained kang Agus.

"No kang, because if it is stored in the Koran, he said the money is not lost" explained Kang Arif, refuting the opinion of kang agus.

"It's not that bad the Rif, but the Koran cannot be made that way. Let alone money, holy prayer beads, should not be kept on the Koran, because the glory of the Koran must be maintained.We also know that the yellow books must be kept under the Koran, when in the stacking."