Story of Mystery Story
Teluh Bones Stalks

That afternoon I was in the garden beside the house. A garden surrounded by a brick fence. With the air rifle in hand back and forth to the quarry in the garden. What I mean is that the hunt is actually dozens of chickens that hang in the trees. And the chickens themselves are our family's pet chickens.

Every time my rifle broke, chickens scattered, ran around, flew and perched on another tree. There was already one chicken that was shot by me, a chicken that was fat enough, the plan was to take it home, enough for a side dish.

Not wanting to brag, I included the children of the people in the village, let my father be a farmer, but a successful farmer. Sometimes I was amazed by my father, because every time he planted something, the price would skyrocket so in the harvest, for sure, maybe also because the father is good at calculating the season of the occurrence of certain types of plants or it could also be due to the magnitude of the fortune of the father.

It is because of the agricultural products that we can build a house that is among the most luxurious in the village, not to mention the vast arable land we have.

There were also citizens who I consider jealous of the success of my father, spread rumors if the father petihara pesugihan tuyul for money. Crazy one! There-just bad thoughts people, today gini still believe tuyul! Umpatku at that time.

Father is wise enough, to dampen the issue then welcome the citizens who are suspicious to come home and are welcome to check the existence of tuyul. As a result, the tuyul gossip evaporated by itself.

Back try to focus on aiming, it is my hobby if again to shoot our chickens that are left alone in the garden, pretty, if anything else hit, again, I'm going to have my chicken party tonight.

"Den! Den!" call someone when I'm aiming again. I looked, apparently the housemaid's aunt.

"What's bi?" ask me while lowering the rifle.

"That's Den.. Aden's mother. Aden kumat's mother." she answered nervously.

My forehead shrinks. My mother has been sick for a few weeks, and the pain is really strange, the heat goes up and down drastically, often yells incessantly, several times brought to the doctor's treatment has not changed, nor has there been any change, thinking that, I hurried back home.

I saw my mother lying on the floor hugging my father.

"Mom why else?" my many. My rifle was placed beside the table.

"Your mother was Friday" my grandfather, who was standing in the room, replied.

"This must you know, your mother was. lha hot water just poured from the flask kok directly in the throat, like drinking cold water, how to try?" Further.

"Lha, how's Kek?" much worry.

"Your mother's disease is suspicious, let grandfather ask first, who knows who can give a clue, who can cure your mother" replied the grandfather.

We then moved my mother to the room. I was so sorry to see the state of mother, her face looked so pale, her eyes were blank.

Father and grandfather sat talking in the middle room. I also sat there listening.

"Aren't there any signs of strange events before this Burhan? Because if I look at the condition of your wife more and more unnatural behavior, and you know for yourself, the medical secars we've tried, but without success" asked the grandfather to the father.

Dad looked contemplating. "Whether it is related or not, as I remember about a month ago, in our yard there was a sowing with powder like flour."

Grandfather-beard, "Only that?'

Dad turned to me, "You Jaka, didn't he find something in the flower pot in front of the house?" ask dad.

Grandpa looked at me, "True Jaka?"

"True cake, when I added fertilizer, there was a wrapping of cake, a small cloth sewn, no matter what the content," I explained.

"Where's the stuff?" ask grandpa interested.

"Anu cake, I threw it away, father told me."

"I thought it was rubbish" said my father.

Grandpa's forehead looked wrinkled. "Something's gonna want to beat up our Burhan family."

"Well what should we do?" ask dad.

Soon grandfather was ready. Grandfather's house was not far from where we lived, four houses away.

I felt sleepy going into the room to sleep. The atmosphere of the night felt so lonely, even the usual sounding of an unheard of tall. After collapsing with erratic thoughts, I finally felt sound.

***

The next morning I woke up tired, my throat was dry. You remember me well last night. Always the same dream these days. The dream I had was really scary. The dream of pulling long hair out of my mouth, continuously, as if endless, felt so real, even my throat was as poignant as the friction of hair.

I don't know what that means. Ever since my mother got sick I've always dreamed scary things, about ghosts, about demons, and lately the most frequent dreams of pulling hair from the mouth like I just experienced.

Grandpa came to see Dad. "Burhan I met my acquaintance this morning, he said it is very possible that your wife has been deluded by people subtly" he said.

"Keep what should we do well?"

"Today, too, your wife, we will take her there" replied the grandfather.

Indeed then so as not to happen things that are not desirable we immediately bring the mother to the place of the smart person who is meant by grandfather.

Until there we were let in. Male acquaintance grandfather may have been in his 70s, because his long beard has been all whitened, a figure that looks charismatic. His eyes look so sharp. Kiai Bakisan.

In front of the Kiai then the father told me about the mother, the smart man nodded.

After he finished hearing the father's words, holding his hands and forehead mother, rather long he was silent like glaring with his eyes closed. Release touch on Mother's forehead, then back nod. Slowly his eyes opened, and looked towards us.

"How's kiai?" ask grandpa.

There was a small cough coming from Kiai's mouth, "This mother is really wrong. People who do not like, until it becomes sick," replied the Kiai.

"Trus how? Kiai can cure his pain?" now my father asked.

The smart man shook his head while still holding the edge of mom's arm, "Weight. Some have been planted in the father's house for the means of exhaust."

"What did Kiai grow?" sela grandpa.

"Bone Stove.."

Father and grandfather looked at.

"How is Kiai's solution?" back dad asked. There was worry on his face.

"The bones of the slow loris are not playful, once planted it will seep, melt with the ground, and attack magically who is intended. The solution is only one, heavy indeed, but better for the safety of the Father's wife and family" said Kiai.

"What is Kiai?" ask dad impatiently.

"The father of the family has to move house."

"Moved?" Dad doesn't believe it.

"Yes, move on," replied Kiai Bakisan steadily.

Father obeyed the advice of the smart man, the land and the house were sold, and we and the family moved, very far, from end to end of the island. Avoiding the death threats that lurk Mom.

Thankfully, after moving the condition of the mother recovered, and the father began to be able to re-pioneer his business.

So-called.