Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman
Bab56's chat. The Santet Sender

At dusk dim, decorated sky reddened from the western horizon. A young man walked into the house with an angry face. His fingers squeezed firmly, a piece of wedding invitation that read 'Thunder Mahendra & Trisnya Indriyani'.

He violently slammed the door of the room. Standing in front of the mirror, staring intently at the reflection of his shadow. "I'll make sure your wedding is full of grief!" he said while hitting the glass until it cracked.

With hands covered in blood due to scratched pieces of glass so sharp. He took the jacket from the old wooden cabinet next to the bed. Stepping fast, out the room with a horrifying look.

"Bagas ... Where are you going? Wouldn't it be Abis maghrib?" ask a middle-aged woman who just came out of the kitchen.

"I'm out for a second, Buk!" he said without looking at his mother.

He immediately turned on the motor and drove fast splitting the quiet and dark middle of the forest road. Heading to a wooden house located quite far from his house.

A house surrounded by bamboo trees at the end of the forest, close to the base of Rongko Mayit. Surrounded by dense forests without any other houses standing.

Bagas walked down a path that was so slippery. Sometimes he turned in any direction, because he felt watched from behind the big trees around the road he poked. His chest grew increasingly violent as steps began to approach the house. However, his determination to meet the owner of the house is very strong, beyond the fear of what risks await him.

A hunchback old man was seen opening the wooden door from inside. He stared intently at Bagas who had been standing at the door of the house, about to knock on the door.

"Awakmu wes sure ameh nyantet wong kae?" (Are you sure you want to hook that guy?) asked the old man as he continued to touch his long white beard.

"Jih, Mbah! But ... It seems like he is not a random person either," explained Bagas.

"His luck, he must have a weakness. Come inside!" bring the old grandpa.

Bagas followed the steps of the old man before him. Enter the house that only uses bright yellow lights as the only lighting.

The house looks a little messy, with the smell of frankincense that goes all over the room. Making Bagas slightly shudder, resisting the fear that began to spread self-control. The old man sat cross-legged followed by Bagas in front of him.

"Where are their photos?" asked the old man who was a shaman to Bagas.

Bagas handed a piece of prewedding photo he took from his Tris social media to the Shaman in front of him.

The shaman immediately glared far away, trying to see about the figure he was going to do.

"Damn! It's true you said he's not a random person, it seems ordinary manners will not work," said the shaman.

"Please, do whatever it takes, Mbah. I'm ready to pay anything" Pinta Bagas.

"But the risk is huge!" said the Shaman while staring intently at Bagas.

"I'll take the risk!" bagas said with complete confidence.

"All right! Prepare the gold dowry and all the money you have. Then tonight I will also start doing the ritual to finish him off!" The shaman smiled his evil smile, staring fixedly at the piece of photo he was holding.

Bagas hurriedly reached into his jacket pocket. He took out hundreds of thousands of bills along with some of the jewels he stole from his mother. Love really has made it dark to the eyes, so it can not think logically.

"Do it tonight, Mbah!" he said with a grin no less evil.

"I love your courage young man! Well, tonight I'll also start the ritual. You can go home, come back here on the third night, I'll give you something you have to give the guy!" mbah Dukun.

***

The promised night arrived, Bagas again took a bundle of small shabby white cloth that the Shaman prepared.

"Bring this up tomorrow when you attend her wedding. Put it under the leasing chair!" her word.

"But this is what, Mbah?" ask Bagas.

"You don't need to know, the important thing is that you just put it there!" firmly the Shaman.

The next day, Bagas went to Trisnya's house alone. Riding his motorbike, through the thick morning fog that is still sagging along the road.

It was still quite early in the morning, and Trisnya's house had not even one guest present. Only a few residents were cooking in the back and the men were in charge of installing the decor. The Trisnya family has also not come out, they are still busy with affairs in the house.

Bagas took advantage of the opportunity to launch his action. He sheets the bundle down the sewer chair without being seen by anyone. Finished with the action he immediately went to a small food stall not far from there, while waiting for the reception procession to begin.

***

After waiting for a few hours, the long-awaited event finally arrived. With his own eyes, he watched as Thunder lay drenched in blood.

He singunkan smile full of victory, before finally the smile disappeared replaced by panic sepaniknya.

Thunder rose from his Tris lap while grasping the bundle of cloth he reached from under the chair. With so much anger, he squeezed the thing while casting a spell. Slowly, it shattered into ashes.

The people who surrounded him were surprised to see what Thunder had found. Especially Trisnya who had already sensed a dangerous aura around where she was sitting.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim .. Which person would send this to you?" ask the astonished Handayani. While continuing to pet Nawang whose cries began to stop.

His Tris eyes caught the figure of the man he was very familiar with-Bagas Ardian, was looking at him full of anger. Although he was very sure that the man was the culprit, he still chose silence because nature itself would repay the insult, without him having to intervene.

"You know what did?" thunder asked while cleaning up the blood stains that were quite a lot on some of his face and clothes, to Trisnya.

"Uhm .. don't know, Mas. But you're not papa, are you? No one's sick?" trisnya asked while wiping Thunder's face with worry.

"We go inside first, let me check your condition!" bring Jagad.

"Yes, you guys just go in. Let the guests of the same father Mother take care of. Your safety is more important" said Lukman, who is still panicking.

"Corn, Sir!"

Thunder and Trisnya immediately left, followed by Jagad and his parents. While Heru chose to stand guard at that place with both Trisnya parents and the Thunder family.

The wedding reception was stopped. All invited guests are welcome to return home by her Tris family. Only the extended families of both sides remained who were still anxious about Thunder's condition.

2 Hours already Thunder was in the room with Jagad and his Tris. Everyone waited anxiously while occasionally chatting and teasing Nawang who was awake in the lap of Trisnya's mother.

Some of the neighbors who passed by, seemed a little curious about who Nawang was.

"Eh, she said Trisnya's bujang husband. But how did anyone say it was a baby boy? Duda time huh?" Whisper one of the neighbors.

"Or maybe it was Trisnya's son, we don't know how he was there. His name is also biduan," another timpal.

They walked out of Trisnya's parents' house. While continuing to talk about bad things about Trisnya which is certainly not based on actual facts. That is human, no matter how good we must always have a gap to be gossiped by others.

***

After returning from Trisnya's house, Bagas immediately set off his motorbike to return to meet the shaman he paid for. He looked so disappointed and angry, because the witch doctor who sent it was easily dismissed by Thunder.

Roughly he banged on the door of the wooden house Mbah Dukun. But half an hour he waited, he could not find an answer from inside the house.

He immediately walked into the garden behind the house, but he did not find the figure of the old man. His footsteps stopped as a pair of legs hung before him. He looked up, and looked at the figure of the old man who had died hanging on the old banyan tree in the garden.

Bagas stepped back slowly. However, suddenly his legs felt so limp, he fell to hold his body which began to tremble in fear. He wanted to scream, but it was useless, who would hear his screams. The Shaman was the only human living in this forest.

In the midst of his fear, a black shadow was seen poking out from behind the tree. The shadow slowly approached and circled where Bagas was.

"I will help you avenge the man, in return help me to snatch the heirloom of the Sword of Pakugeni from the hands of the descendants of Nyi Kinasih ...!" said the shadow to Bagas who had almost lost his consciousness.

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