Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman
Chap66. Foreign Figure

The cries of some of the residents inside the Clinic, were heard throughout the silence of the night. Handayani sat anxiously waiting for her husband and children to come home. Sometimes he stood up, walking towards the door when he heard a motor passing by.

Long enough, he waited. Eventually, a motorbike stopped in the clinic garage. Jagad and Heru have arrived home safely.

"Loh! You guys why is his body on a blister like this?" Handayani looked panicked when she saw the hands and faces of the two young men covered in wounds.

"Mboten why-napa, Buk. Mas Jagad iki loh, ngajak 'connect Siti'. Heheheh ... " (It's okay, Mom. Mas Jagad this loh, ngajak 'lenyium ground/falling'.) reply Heru while whining.

"Your bun!" Jagad grabbed Heru's mouth with his jacket.

"Already Ibuk said, if you ride the bike slowly. Still ngeyel .. " said Handayani who looks so upset and worried.

"That's all ... Mas Jagad it, Buk. Ngeyel if said!" babble Heru while grinning and running towards his room.

"Loh ... loh ... loh ... loh, how am I anyway? No danger of ta?" reply Jagad who looks upset due to continue being made a scapegoat by Heru. He was already preparing to take a thousand steps to pursue Heru. However, he had to undo that intention when Handayani managed to grab his ear and stared intently while shaking her head.

"Awhh .. The bontot defended mulu, Buk!" jagad protests while holding his ear that feels hot due to the death window of the mother.

"You're old, you're still a rich kid!" Handayani looks so annoyed at their behavior that never matures. "Once, change your clothes. The patients are waiting, pity them!" coined.

"It's been a while, Buk?" ask Jagad while putting down his jacket and bag.

"Your mother's mother's phone, they just came" replied Handayani.

Without waiting for long, Jagad immediately clean his face and followed to the room where the patients were.

Seen some middle-aged men who were grimacing in pain due to scabs and festering wounds that whack. These patients have been treated several times to the clinic, and have been given medication according to medical procedures. However, the pain they were suffering from was getting worse. They have even visited several dermatologists, but the results remain nil.

Jagad already felt there was something strange with the disease that attacked the village suddenly. More than half of the people infected. And only a few were successfully cured with medical treatment.

The corn begins to detect and treat one patient at a time as best it can. Seen his lips were incessantly reciting such a long prayer. In six patients alternately. They are deliberately collected in the same room to make it easier for Jagad and Heru in doing treatment.

Heru came out of the room carrying three 5 bottles of mineral water that he had prayed for, following Jagad who was seen treating patients with his ability.

"Have you prepared?" ask Jagad when Heru appears from behind the door.

"Already, Mas. Is this all done?" ask Heru.

"It's over!" The corn moves away after finishing with the last patient.

Heru immediately takes over the job of Jagad. He began to clean and close the wounds of the scabs on the patients' bodies one by one until it was finished.

"Sir, this is mineral water. It will be drunk, sir. Do not forget before drinking read sholawat first 3x while holding your breath and drinking using the right hand!" Heru handed the water bottle to the patients one bottle each.

"Thank you, Mom. Hopefully this time we will be healed. Honestly, we can't stand this pain much longer" explained one patient.

"Send all to the Gusti of God, sir. God willing, everything will recover soon. Do not break from praying, for there is no healing other than the Creator. We are only intermediaries here, who happened to be given the opportunity to help you guys," Heru said, sounding so polite and gentle.

"Can we go home?" ask one of the patients.

"By, please. Careful, jih!" heru said to let them go home.

"Then we say goodbye, Mas Heru. Give our thanks to Mas Jagad too, yes!"

"This, Mas .. there is little sustenance from us. Please accept!" One of them handed him a white envelope that was thick enough to greet Heru.

"Well, you don't need to sir! Like anyone, you know .. we've been neighbors for a long time. Udah, the money for the purposes of panjengan-panjengan alone at home. Just pray, hopefully Mas Guntur will recover soon, Mbak Trisnya returned safely, and the Clinic is getting rame!" reject Heru.

"That's for sure, Mas. Please accept this, yes! Almost half of our citizens who seek treatment here for free, just count this money for drugs that you give us all. We are neighbors, so we need to understand each other. It's a mutual decision, don't be rejected!" one of the patients was named Mr. Aldo.

"Well then, this is what I accept, sir. Hopefully after this there are no more people who are infected with strange diseases anymore" said Heru.

"Amin, Mum. We are also confused why our village became like this. Moreover, I feel that the land that we incandescence is getting hotter, Mas." One of the residents also chimed in.

"Here you go, talk about it tomorrow again. Poor Heru, it's night let him rest. Let's go home first, Mas!" pamper them.

Patients who no longer feel pain and pain as before, walk hand in hand to leave the clinic to their respective homes that are not far from there.

The night was getting late, Heru put his body on his bed. Exorcised the tired one who was so tightly hugging his entire body. Slowly the net began to close perfectly, driving him in a deep.

Unlike Heru, Jagad looks still in the heirloom room. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His fingers twisted the prayer beads together with lips that continued to recite dhikr and prayers. All he wished to glorify the Owner of the Universe. Hopefully soon there are clues about strange things that are plaguing his village.

In the middle of the silence of the night, suddenly the door of the Clinic was knocked quite hard. Make Jagad a little stunned and immediately get up from his seat. He walked over quickly to see who was meeting in the middle of the night.

He quickly opened the door. However, it did not appear anyone was there.

"Who?" yelled Jagad while wailing on the dimly lit front porch of the Clinic.

A gust of wind that was quite strong suddenly hit his shady face. His neck suddenly crumbled. He felt the presence of such a powerful energy around him. But he did not see at all what entities were nearby.

Jagad went back in and locked the door tightly, then walked quickly to the heirloom room which sounded quite rowdy.

Some of the stored heirlooms began to tremble violently, some even fell out of place. There is one heirloom that is quite interesting to Jagad. A keris complete with its colors, lying just like that on the floor. Flat objects with motifs written in ancient Javanese script it looks vibrating and emitting yellowish rays that are so blinding to the eye.

"This legacy ...." Jagad took the heirloom while continuing to remember who the owner is. "Is this the property of Thunder that was once entrusted to you first, huh?"

The corn slowly pulled the kris from its skeleton, displaying a fairly beautiful blade of keris. Keris with Luk Limo (Look of Five) is black with golden ornaments that seem to store so much energy.

The keris rays are getting brighter when they have been separated from the warangkanya. It formed the silhouette of a shadow of a huge tall creature and slowly turned into the same figure as the one that had saved it earlier.

Suddenly the universe was in a different dimension. It stands in a vacuum without any plants or buildings standing around it. Only the black ground he was incising seemed to stretch wide without edges.

"Who are you?" jagad asked as the creature looked down respectfully at him.

"I didn't mean to be bad. I came because of the tribe of the boy who kept calling me. However, it seems like he is stuck in a place that I cannot reach," he said in a voice that was so jarring but still sounded polite while turning himself into a figure resembling a royal warlord. "Hundreds of years no one called my name, I'm sure the boy was in danger of daring to disturb my deep sleep!"

The jaw only went silent, its feet as if trembling at the dashing figure carrying a sharp sword before it. He looked carefully, it turned out that the face of the figure was very similar to the face of Thunder.

"W-What boy do you mean is Thunder?" ask Jagad.

That figure only brightened a smile with the look of his eyes so sharp. "So his name is Thunder? It was only fitting that his screams were so torturing to my ears. It's blaring like its name! Ahhaha ...."

Connect ....