THE BIRTH OF THE ENLIGHTENER
Chapter 5.
Chapter 5.
“Aauuumm...Aummm.!” The tiger stood up and walked slowly. Sangga followed the tiger behind him and stopped in front of a house.
“Hm, really? Isn't this the house that bothers Dira?”
“Aaauummm.!”
“Alright, we're in.” They both entered and arrived at a room. It was a room for rituals. There looks sajen that is burning emit smoke. There was a young man sitting cross-legged beside an old man.
“Whose are you?” ask the grandfather. He turned around followed by the young man next to him.
“I'm a nobody. Did you make my grandfather die? What do you mean to bother us?”
ask Sangga who is getting ready if there is an attack. Leon was ready to attack.
“Your grandfather has destroyed our pet! We feel disturbed, and you are interfering with our affairs!!” Replied the shaman grandfather with a heavy and angry voice.
“Hm, we will destroy you! Be prepared!”
Sangga chanted the prayer reading and out of his hand came the white smoke that formed a crystal ball. Sangga took a swing and pushed the smoke to the shaman grandfather!
“HHHHAAAA!!!!.
DUARS
DUARS
A dense white smoke enveloped the room, Leon roared loudly and leaped towards the shaman grandfather who was already lying on the floor. The young man beside her was also covered in blood from her mouth and nose. They're dead lifeless. Leon clawed at all the faces of the grandfather and young man in turn.
“Already Leon!” Soon, white smoke emerged that transformed into Krishna's grandfather.
“Grandpa!”
“My grandchildren, thank you for freeing my grandfather's spirit from their confinement. Grandpa will go to the afterlife. Be nice with Leon!”
“Good, cake. Grandpa don't go away anymore. I can't be alone cake.” She was crying because she saw her grandfather smiling.
“Sabarlah Sangga, you are indeed a match with the locket. The pendant was indeed called Leon, and the tiger was the pendant guard you were wearing. Grandpa go first yes..Welcome to my grandson, Sangga!” Grandfather instantly disappeared along with the white smoke then disappeared.
“Grandfather..I miss grandpa.!”Sangga murmured full of sadness. Sangga was silent to see two lifeless human figures.
“Alhamdulillah, all done. Come on Leon, we're getting out of here.”They both went straight back home.
Arriving at home he recited the prayer and returned to his form to look real. Leon is guarding beside Sangga.
GECK
GECK
GECK
Sangga opened the rented door, looking Dira and her mother were at the door.
“Mas Steady!” Dira immediately hugged Sangga. Proudly shocked, he was never hugged by a woman.
“Hm, sorry Dira, don't hug me! We are not muhrim.”Dira immediately released his embrace. He wiped away the tears that ran down both of his cheeks. Sangga saw that his face was no longer pale and his face was fresh
looks very pretty.
“Nak Sangga, sorry, can we come in?” ask Dira's mother.
“Oh, please, sorry I even daydream!” Sangga's face flushed like a boiled crab. (Not really? The author does not know.hihihihi).
They sit cross-legged.
“Oh yes, son Sangga, this mother brought a side dish to be eaten by nak Sangga.”
“Oh, thank you mom, trouble mom alone1”
“Thank you for what, ma'am? Proud feeling, nothing Sangga do for mom!”
“Begin nak Sangga's. Just after Dira came to see Nak Sangga, after the magrib was in our house there were two loud explosions coming from Dira's room. We were shocked because we were both watching TV in the living room. After we went to Dira's room, we saw Dira's room was a mess. We were astonished, but we heard the voice of Nak Sangga, I am very sure the voice of Nak Sangga. He just said, Thank God it's all done. His voice. And it's clear that it sounds!” The story of the mother with passion.
“After the explosion as well, the pain I felt was gone all, mas Sangga1” Dira still sobbing.
“Yes then, we should indeed thank God.”
“But nak Sangga, there is a mother request to you. But I'm not forcing you, son Sangga.”
“What is it?” Proud to be curious about the request of the mother.
“Married to Dira!”
“Hah! Married to Dira?”
*
Tomorrow, at the place where Sangga was selling, there was someone who peddled the newspaper that afternoon. Sangga wanted to read the news, he bought the newspaper. Sangga also read a university ad he could get into. Sanggabuwana is eager to go to college, even though he is poor but he wants to change the way his life for the better.
On that day, the cilok and the others' trades were already running out before afternoon. Suddenly, he saw a beggar he never seemed to see. The beggar looked young in tattered clothes and wore a torn hat. Sangga has a feeling, he is not like a real beggar and makes Sangga curious to uncover who the beggar really is? Sangga was sure that the person was undercover. His white skin made him shake his head.
The beggar was sitting on a bench near his cart. Sanggabuwana activated his necklace by reciting a prayer. Sangga deliberately stood up while tidying up his wagon.
“Pak, sorry, would you like to peek or batagor? I happen to still have this leftover!” The mango directly gives a few pieces of pebbles and batagor left at that time. The beggar was delighted and thanked Sanggabuwana.
“Thank you mas. It looks so good!!”
“Iya mas, just eat, if less I still have a few more pieces. Just spend it!”
Sangga kept silent and stared for a few seconds while chanting the prayer recitation. Seen in the picture, the beggar is a police officer who is undercover, he is spying on drug transactions carried out in a hotel next to Sangga selling. .
“Oh, there's one guy, selling magazines! The other one in the back of the car is disguised as a smoker and a candy bar!” I started to know everything. Clearly they all look. But Sangga could only wait.
Sangga sat next to the police, who was busy eating batagor and cilok giving.
“Where sir. are you full sir?” tanya Sangga opened the conversation.
“Iya deck, thank you, I haven't eaten from morning, it feels so good peek and adore. Is there another deck? Can I have another one? I'm hungry deck!” pinta the beggar.
“Oh, there is a mas, even if it is just a little!” The standing mango picks up the rest of the pegs and bricks that are in the plastic.
“It's a mas, but I don't have the drinking water!”
“Iya deck, thank you. It's okay I don't drink, I'm just hungry deck!” The beggar received the last lilok and batagor.
“Sama-sama, mas!”Sangga was at a loss where to start to dismantle his disguise. He thought about telling me what he saw today at the hotel.
"Where does he live, near here?" asked Sangga probing while looking at the beggar's face.
"Eh, I live on the edge of the mall over there, mom!" Answer the beggar with a slight restraining tone and point in a direction.
“Do not lie to me. Near the hotel, there were Negroes who came, there were three people in a black car. He's in room 430, mas. The drug deal will be done in an hour. According to one of the Negroes, the transaction did not become the hotel mas, but was moved to another hotel at the end of this road. So you should not be here mas, directly leads to the hotel there!” The man pointed towards the end of the road.
The beggar had his face startled and silent for a moment and stared intently at Sanggabuwana. He was about to take out his firearm that was inside the sack he had stored.
“Allah mas, do not have to take the weapon mas! Want to catch me for free, because if you catch me now you will lose the transaction. The distance from here is not too far, but Mas do not enter from the front of the hotel! But surrounded the parking building behind the hotel building. The black car looks like a Surabaya car plate. They will move quickly. There's a luxury sedan carrying the buyer! ” Sangga spoke without staring at the rowdy policeman.
“Who are you really? Why can you tell me everything in detail? Are you also included in the plot or undercover also from other police???” The policeman was suspicious and shifted his seat closer to Sangga.
“Hahahaha, I am only a lizard and a bricklayer, mas. Every day, you can meet me here. Usually I am with my grandfather selling, but three days ago, grandfather died, so I myself continue it!” Sanggabuwana kept looking forward, so that no one would be suspicious about their conversation.
“Hm, alright, then your information will be proven! So in the parking lot of the building. Black car, Surabaya plate! What's the plate number, ksih tau??” the policeman said he was curious.
“Wah wah mas, I don't know mas, two niggers and one from asia. Be careful they have guns too! So it's better to surround from various directions yes, mas!” Sangga continued to speak according to the picture of his future.