Story of Mystery Story
Secret Serpent Pictures

I carried my three-year-old son around the house, he was a bit fussy and his mother was busy holiness.

From the kitchen I take it forward, from the front then back to the living room, then my feet step back into the bedroom.

Arriving at the room, my son's hand pointed to one picture. "Is that dad?" Ask.

"That's a picture of a snake" I answered, looking at a carving of snake-shaped skin that I had attached to the top of the wardrobe.

"Dedek is afraid of the father's ulal, the stern ulal.." he chanted.

"Don't be afraid, there is a father, if the snake is naughty, the father is a stick with wood," I said as I moved my hands up and down as if in fact hitting something.

My son laughed, "Dedek is not afraid of father, uleal hit father..."

I smiled at my son's cuteness. My eyes again pay attention to the image I stick, an image that is made of leather, with a typical carving pattern puppet. Shaped as a picture of a dragon snake, golden in color. I ordered it from a leather craftsman during a visit at the place of relatives who live in the Central Java area.

Not without reason I attached the carving image. The picture itself as a marker of events that I have experienced in the past.

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I'm the first of five children, my father left us when I was twelve. My own mother I admit as a stoic woman, she really hard take care of the five of us. He never thought about returning to his family other than thinking about the livelihood for his children.

Growing up, I started thinking. People in our neighborhood seem to look down on a mother who is only a widow, let alone our economy that is below the poverty line. The more thought the greater the excitement of my heart, manifested my one desire, wanted to raise the degree of family to be a person in disdain. But how?

Therefore, I began to wonder at the old people, village elders, a figure that I consider to be able to give advice on how to raise the degree of family life.

At that time in the community environment where I grew up still thick belief in things that smell clenic. Many believe, to be a great person we have to strive, have to fast a lot and pull away looking for money in lonely places.

From some parents I met and I asked for advice, advising; "A tough man must be strong body and mind, the way to galvanize himself with certain rituals, in order to grow authority in himself."

That's why I began to get used to fasting, fasting mutih, ngrowot, even mengebleng. After that I often go in and out of the forest to find a winingit place to meditate or meditate. Looking for money, they said.

One day as I fixed the chicken coop, my sister ran into the house crying.

"Why are you Tam?" I asked my sister named Rustam.

"I was hit by Imron, brother" he replied.

"Why were you beaten? He's gonna be a lot older and bigger than you, are you fighting?"

"He mocked me, brother" he replied again.

"What did he say?"

"He says I'm a poor old widow child.I'm upset, so I threw him with a stone, I kept getting my back with a punch, a punch, a lot" he explained.

Then I rushed out of the house, my determination was one, I looked for Imron and taught him a lesson. Before long I met the bengal boy, without further ado I directly taught him. Because my body is used to rough work, I easily make Imron battered, he came home crying while threatening.

At the moment Imron's family came home, his father was furious, and demanded that I be punished. Mom just cried helplessly. And I was punished with rattan punches by Imron's father over and over again.

Since then, my heart has become stronger. Until one I thought the teacher suggested to meditate in a forest that was considered capable of making me a strong man in death.

"This forest is a lot of people who are afraid to come, a haunted place they said. Ignore all fear, remember! confidence and determination must be strong, with it all obstacles you can go through Ngger," he said encouraging me.

"Good teacher, but how is my evidence of being a human being having an advantage?"

"The magic, that's what you get, it shows you what you want to be, and usually you get a piyandel or something you can hold" he explained.

I finally complied, and got ready to go to the forest that the teacher meant.

This is where I met the creature. The forest the teacher was referring to was very dense, many trees were towering, and the shrub on the left right was so dense. At the time of entry, I still found the path, but so slightly inward, should I brush away the lush bushes, to find a way through the forest.

A few days armed with a bundle of food and drink stocks, I explored the forest. I have not decided on a place to meditate, I am still looking for a suitable place, if it can be a kind of cave basin, so as to protect when the meditation rains.

Lucky I didn't find any wild animals, but by now wild animals are scarce, so I don't have to worry.

Once upon a time, counted the fourth day in the forest. When I went back to explore the forest, I was surprised by something.

On the road where I was about to cross, coiling the creature. A golden-skinned snake. Has a body circumference as big as an adult's thigh. The length? I don't know, the obvious one with such a big body must be quite long.

What snake is it? Just this time I found a snake with such color and has a body size is also so big.

The big snake raised its head to look at me. His tongue came out and he began to hiss. His sharp eyes were unceasingly watching.

My chest is pounding, there is not a single weapon I carry, with that size, once involved must have crushed the bones of my body.

I should have retreated and run, but I don't know why, my legs stayed still as if they were stuck where I stood.

Only our eyes stared at each other long enough, and did not know for what reason, the snake lowered its head and then spread towards the bushes of trees away from the path I was about to cross.

As the creature passed, my legs began to move, I slowly retreated, and turned around. Since the meeting with the snake, it has vanished my desire to find a place to pull over.

Believing in disbelief, when my eyes and the serpent's eyes met, there was no sound of no words, only a sense that permeated it, so that I stopped my efforts, and that was enough.

This is the story of the serpent. I prefer to live a proper life rather than using an unnatural way. Because basically we have been given more than enough supplies to live life. And what matters in this life as my mother's late mother said, slanam, slunum, slamet.

So-called.