
After Mahmud finished conveying his intentions and goals to Mr. Wira, immediately Mr. Wira was so astonished to hear it. He frowned deeply in trying to digest it with his logic and common sense. For a second Mr. Wira was stunned by his mind, his face still looks confused mixed with disbelief.
“But Mud, is it possible that his son Kosim who had been buried for forty days could come back to life? Then is the body not damaged?!” ask Mr. Wira in the midst of his horror.
“I am very sure of my dream that Mr. Wira, nothing is impossible with the power of Gusti Allah. Therefore I ask for help from my father to accommodate everything including asking for help from the hospital or Puskesmas and the police if necessary to accompany in this excavation. I beg you to do as soon as possible now sir,” explained Mahmud assured Mr. Wira despite being peppered with lies.
What Mahmud said was in accordance with what Gus Harun had taught before, although he had to make up a story by pretending to dream. It was merely to make it easier for people like the village chief to understand and accept quickly the reason for excavating the tomb of Kosim's son.
Hearing Mahmud's explanation, Mr. RT nodded his head, he immediately believed it just like that because he saw Mahmud's background as a godly and highly respected person in his village.
Another case with Mr. Wira who previously had not believed and had refused, but this time Mr. Wira looks a little receptive after Mahmud convinced him. Even though in his little heart there is still a wedge that says that this is very impossible, very unlikely. If this really happened in accordance with the story of Mahmud's dream, and his son Kosim can live again, it is certain Sukadami will be the center of attention throughout the universe.
“Alright Mud, I will immediately order the village pamong to prepare everything so that as soon as possible,” said Mr. Wira.
“Alhamdulillah then sir, I will go home first we will meet in the cemetery sir,” said Mahmud.
“Pak RT, please immediately contact the grave diggers to gather at the cemetery now,” order sir Wira on the pack RT.
“Njih sir, then I say directly to the house of Mr. Darman,” said mr. RT.
“I also say goodbye sir, thank you very much in advance sir for his help,” timpal Mahmud.
“Njih, njih.. insya Allah I will facilitate everything Mud,” reply sir Wira.
After greeting Mr. Wira, Mahmud and Mr. RT rushed to leave the house of the Village Head. mahmud and RT together out of the house Mr. Wira, but after being in front of the fence they split up, Mahmud headed back to his house while RT sir went to the house of residents who used to dig graves.
After the death of Mahmud and RT, Mr. Wira immediately took his mobile phone to contact his village device and ordered to prepare everything.
Meanwhile Mahmud with a small run back to his house made some residents who saw him feel astonished. Some residents who happened to cross paths with Mahmud were immediately astonished
seeing the look on Mahmud's face filled with tension while running around in a hurry.
"No usually kang Mahmud do not say hello," muttered one of the residents.
"What happened to Mahmud?" ask one of the other residents to wonder.
Mahmud kept running small ignoring the people who saw him because his mind was focused on
the task he had to do. Moments later Mahmud had reached his home, he rushed in and headed for the living room.
Along with Mahmud's arrival in the living room, Mahmud saw the bodies of Gus Harun, Abah Dul, Basyari and Baharudin were shaking and shaking violently. Mahmud stared at the four
the figure sitting in a circular sling faced it with a puzzled look.
“What should I do?!” mahmud asked in his heart, confused.
“What is going on with them?!” mahmud continued in his heart.
“May Gus Aaron and others do not experience any obstacles.” murmured mahmud, his mind floated back to when he was in the stealth realm.
Unknowingly, Mahmud slowly closed his eyes, his memory bringing back into a tense situation that he had experienced for the first time in his life in a magical situation of war. Then meet creatures whose shapes are diverse and creepy to meet with captive spirits.
Pashaaarrrr!!!
Suddenly the sound of thunder clanging loudly over the house Mahmud accompanied by a flash of lightning that sparkles brightly, immediately makes Mahmud jerked and aware of the daydream that had dragged him drifting
into the events experienced before.
“I need to quickly do Dede's grave excavation!” mahmud exclaimed in his heart as well as encouraging himself.
Then Mahmud rushed to the kitchen where Arin and Dewi had previously seen there.
“Ariiin! Ariin..!” exclaims Mahmud while stepping to call his sister-in-law.
“What's up Mas?!” The goddess answered Mahmud's call. Maybe Arin didn't hear the call because it was on the outside of the house.
“Wi please prepare one stel of clothes have Dede yes, now.” Mahmud said.
“Dede's clothes?!” sahut Dewi was very surprised and astonished.
“Iya clothes Dede, let's hurry Wi,” sergeant Mahmud ignored the astonished face of his wife.
“De, de, dede has died Mas!” said Dewi stammered with a tone pressed worry heard by Arin.
“Iya Wi, I know. Now get Dede clothes one stel yes later I explain!” mahmud said, because the Goddess kept asking.
Mahmud is actually very confused to explain the situation he is facing at this time. Coupled with Dede's actual death as a result of fighting the supernatural covenant was unknown to Goddess and Arin. Even the series of events the emergence of stealth monkeys that disturb Arin and Dede was not they know why. And purposely to keep everything a secret from Arin and Dede.
With gamang steps, Dewi finally went also to the room occupied by Arin and Mahmud followed behind Dewi.
As he passed through the middle room, Mahmud had a glance at the clockwork hanging above the tv on the back wall
tvs. The hour hand showed at 7 a.m!
Meanwhile, Dewi who entered Arin's room immediately opened the wardrobe where Dede's clothes were stored. Dewi chose the nicest and newest clothes that Dede liked most during his life.
Not long after, Dewi came out of the room and gave a stel of clothes requested by Mahmud that had been wrapped in a black crackle bag.** CONNECTED