Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman
Chapters1. Ritual Flood Getih

"His resurrection, bringing terrible calamity and bloodshed, the life of every human being is like a toy in his hands, he will avenge the long-buried, in the rite of reckoning."

Under the light of the moonlight of the night. The cold felt so piercing to the bones. Carried by the wind that was blowing faster, barged in through the cracks of the doors and windows that were still open.

A tall young man, wearing a batik shirt complete with a stethoscope hanging from his neck, seemed to be busy cleaning all the medical equipment he had finished using.

Jagad Wahyu Linduaji, a 35-year-old doctor who works as a doctor, looks so tired after a day of serving patients who come to his Clinic.

A health clinic located far away in a forest village, Randujati Village. This clinic not only accepts patients with pain complaints as in general, but also accepts patients with all complaints related to the occult and irrational world. That's why, many people call it 'Invisibility Clinic'.

"Mas! Are you closing already? Still at 8 o'clock this," asked the young man in a black hat complete with a prayer beads hanging from his neck, on the jagad.

Heru Suseno is one of his partners at the clinic. They are much younger than the jagad. The man, more commonly known as 'kang ruqyah', has for years helped Jagad and his mother in treating patients in the clinic, as an assistant doctor.

"Later if anyone comes just open again, Her. Cold because," said Jagad while closing the door of the Clinic as well as his home.

Kriiiiggg …!

The phone rings so loud. Heru hurriedly picked up the phone that turned out to be from his uncle in the village.

"Hello, sir. Assalamu'alaikum, what's wrong? Tumben's phone night Heru?" ask Heru.

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"What's? Yes, Heru is home now. Secure all citizens first," said Heru again.

Jagad just silently listened to Heru's conversation that seemed so shocked and panicked.

"Mas, we're going to my village now! The curse of decades ago is repeated. My family is in danger! I need your help too mas Gun," said Heru panicked.

"Let me call Thunder" said Jagad as he passed into the room.

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Seen a man who was almost the same age as Jagad was talking with several neighbors on the porch of the house. After the tahlilan event is over, there are still many residents who stay to just talk to him.

Guntur Mahendra, a 35-year-old man who also works as a doctor just like Jagad. He has worked for 2 years to help Jagad at the Clinic, in overcoming mystical things, after his license was suspended.

The ringing of his cellphone interjected in the midst of the joking noise of the residents who had been accompanying him.

"Hello, Mum. Pripun?" (Hello, Ma. What's up?) Thunder immediately picked up his phone which turned out to be from Jagad.

"Tudal to Heru's village! I'll send you the address, I'm leaving now with Heru!" jagad is short solid and without stale bases. After finishing his sentence, Jagad immediately hung up the phone without hearing Thunder's reply.

Thunder immediately entered the room, leaving the neighbors who were still coolly chatting. He immediately packed the items and heirlooms he needed to catch up with Jagad and Heru. Thunder still does not know what is going on, but if Jagad has given his word, it means that big things are happening.

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Jagad and Heru set off in a piggy bank with an old supra motor left by the late Mr. Junaidi, Heru's father. While Guntur set out alone with his car from the village of the grandfather.

Long story short, Heru and Jagad have arrived first in the village where Heru came from. Jagad parked the motorbike he was driving in the yard of Parmin Pakde house, which is a relative of Heru.

Htc ..tok.

Heru knocked on the door of the house that looked so dark.

"Sir! It's Heru!" said it.

Because there was no answer at all from behind the door of the house, Heru decided to call again immediately.

"Mas, they have gathered at Mr. Rt's house! Come on, it seems like many are possessed," said Heru.

"Here you go, look up." Point the universe over the houses of citizens.

Several fireballs or better known as banaspati were seen hovering in several houses, including the house of Pakde Parmin.

"Ladenin what run?" ask Heru to the Jagad.

"Watch a welcome! Attack," cried Jagad.

Jagad and Heru ran into the courtyard of one of the wider residents' houses. Seen a troop of pigeons flying around the two of them. Heru immediately took out the prayer beads from his pocket, he began chanting dhikr and prayers to fend off any attacks from the creatures.

The corn was ready with a kris in its hand. Keris Damarwulan, the legacy of her ancestry that has been passed down to her family.

"Jumbat jumbit sir.

Ajji segarit's.

Ajur memala ajur durjana.

Bali mulih ojo mara teko hotel.

Damarwulan paringi.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim

Maize cast an ancestral spell to activate the energy in the Damarwulan keris.

The sounds of booms are heard from the energy that collide with each other, flashes of light are created from every impact of energy between banaspati and Damarwulan keris. Creating an atmosphere that is more gripping than before.

The residents who were gathered at the house of Mr. Rt, appeared more panicked when they heard the sound of bangs due to the battle.

"Where is this, Pakde? Hasn't Heru come yet? More and more women are possessed!" ask Mr. Rt who looks so panicked.

"Someway sir! It seemed like the voices were coming from where Heru and his friend were. We are patient while continuing to pray, so that they can get here safely" Parmin said as he waited for Heru restlessly behind the glass window.

Heru increasingly incessant chanting sacred verses as incessant attacks from the sentient beings.

"More are coming! Damn, Thunder for so long!" grouse Jagad.

Jagad was getting overwhelmed against the banaspati troops with Heru. His sweat was pouring down the shirt he was wearing. His gaze also seemed to be twitching due to the relentless attacks of banaspati.

Same with Heru. Seeming fresh blood coming out of his nostrils, that energy attack was truly not to be underestimated.

The corn is getting weaker, he is preparing to harvest the milk to release the milk from his body.

"Take my breath, Her!" tell Heru.

The corn sits cross-legged with a keris attached directly to the chest. He immediately cast a spell so that his tribe managed to escape perfectly from the increasingly weakened body.

"Bismilbornrohmanirrohim.

Dulce gumilang without pangkang.

Liyep, cut prucut.

The sukmaningsun metu saka raga.

Easy saka screening easy sak my intention.

Lan slamet saka kersaning Allah.

Laa Ilaaha Illallah Muhammadurrasulullah."

In an instant his tribe had managed to escape perfectly by bringing energy from the Damarwulan keris, he attacked all out the collection of floating banaspati.

The battle lasted quite a long time, until the hour had shown at 2 pm. The collection of the banaspati vanished and disappeared. Once he felt safe, he immediately returned to his body.

"Let's quickly overtake the citizens!" invite Heru after the Jagad is conscious.

With the remnants of the power they have, they immediately drove the motor to the house of Mr. Rt.

In the middle of a very gripping night, the big house of Mr. Rt seems to still sound so boisterous. The cries, screams and chants of sacred verses filled the room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Rt .. This is Heru, open the door!" call Heru in front of the door of Mr. Rt's house which is quite spacious.

Parmin opened the door for his nephew.

"Thank God you're safe. Come on in, help them!" said Pakde Parmin while letting Heru and Jagad in.

Heru immediately saw the condition of some residents who were in a trance. They looked roaring, crying and screaming in pain as Heru approached her. Ruqyah verses continued to be spoken from Heru's mouth without stopping. One by one, the possessed women began to wake up.

There was a girl who kept smiling and grinning towards Heru and Jagad.

"Hahahaha .. imbecile! They will still die in my master's hands! They are destined to be a victim, hahahaha," said the girl in a hoarse voice and so heavy.

"None creature has the right to take human life but the Creator" the Universe replied.

"Mahaha …." The girl just returned laughing grinning towards Heru and Jagad.

Jagad prepared to take his keris, but suddenly the girl fell unconscious.

"He's gone!" jagad said slowly.

"Everything, no one daydreams. Keep praying!" he shouted at all the people gathered.

"Hahahahahahahaha .. You will die! The full moon will be present, the rite of reckoning will be repeated hahahaha …." An intangible voice sounded so shrill.

Jagad dizzy looking for a figure who gives the threat.

"According to the schedule, tomorrow night is the peak of the yellow full moon. If we don't break the curse, we'll all die here" Parmin said.

"What's really going on? Why is this curse repeated, Pakde?" ask Heru curiously.

"Someone must have removed the creature from the sacred well, and allied with it. Our ancestors have taken pains to lock him there, inevitably we have to lock him back Heru." The look on Parmin's face looked so solemn as he said that, his hands clenched tightly as he stared at his nephew. "His revenge is so great on the ancestors of the villagers, we all will surely die if he is completely released," said Parmin, making everyone who was there began to cry in fear.

Seriate....