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"Try to see Kris is like one with you.now try to put it in place again and try Suarta this time the attraction"

That kris I put the kesar and I leave it to my best friend.

It was strange, even though it was with all its strength..Suarta was unable to remove Kris' blade from its place even her palm felt like it was stiff.

That kris he gave to me again, Pak Gusti then rubbed Suarta's palm to restore the taste of his feet.

"This ancient cherry was given to me by an old pedanda named Wiku Tirta Adyatma who died when I was a teenager.he said there was a sad story contained in this kris, which he said, one day the guy will take it from me and he's the one who straightens all the problems"

I was confused by the story my uncle told me. What does that mean?

Uncle Gusti said that I should bring the kris because he had returned to his rightful owner. Although I hesitated to accept it because of the magical elements but somehow I did not want to release the keris from my grasp. It was as if there was a power of magnetism that brought me closer to him.

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After 2 days in Bali next holiday I spent in Jogja before returning to Australia.

I loved my parents' house, ever since they died it was passed on to me. An old house full of beautiful memories for myself and my sisters who now live in Holland.

The house is only inhabited by Mr. Dirman's parents who are old enough.

"Mas Rendra, ko house smells of jasmine huh? Very loud smell" One afternoon Mr. Dirman came to me who was relaxing sitting in the back yard.

"Oh yeah? Melati?" I immediately remembered my broken keris that I had taroed.

"Never before the house there is a smell like that.let alone this Friday night, hehe is usually the evening of June in Java if there is a smell of jasmine means like someone to stop by" said Mr. Dirman.

"Look we into I know what the smell is"

Not only did our steps into the house was the smell of jasmine already smelled hard.

"Hmm.right sir, I'm sure it smells.ga what's my keris" the most"

"Where is keris? 4 Kris glazed glass it never has a smell.let alone I will always remove and clean from the dust"

"I received a new keris from Bali pak.ga what indeed keris is fragrant"

"Weleh mas Rendra ko likes to mengumpulin keris keris ya?"

"I like sir, don't know why I like kris"

"Wah if the mother is still there must have been discarded keris keris mas Rendra hehe"

"iya hehe"

Then I went into my bedroom. I stepped back and picked up the keris wrapped in white cloth given by Uncle Gusti.

Right, that jasmine smell came out of my keris. It smelled so strong and filled my room. I glanced at the cruel hand turned out to be at 5.50 in a moment adhan Magrib. I'd better get some water and pray. I put the keris on the bed. When I was about to get out of the room from the reflection of the glass I was surprised to see the keris moving a little by itself on the bed.

I looked at the keris, but there was no movement.I'm sure I saw it move..My hallucinations may.

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"Sir Dirman, if you are sleepy please sleep I want to sit outside while ngroko"

"Well, Rendra ga what is alone? I'll make coffee for a while"

I've been sitting outside for almost 1 hour with the yard lights. The sound of snoring Mr. Dirman began to be heard apparently he fell asleep in front of the television. I glanced towards the room in fact the television was not on but Mr. Dirman was lying asleep on the floor comfortably.

I sat back and smoked a cigarette, and the sounds of the night animals began to chant their songs, each other wrenching. They were happily celebrating the moonlight that illuminated the pitch-black night.

Just now I was about to go into the bedroom to fall my heart felt like being dislodged seeing a black shadow standing under a mango tree in the corner of the yard. Whose that?

Suddenly the sound of the beast stopped, all desolate. Only the night wind touches my face.

I looked at the black shadow, was it a ghost? or what? he had long hair standing up as if looking at me.

Quickly I went up to the wall and turned on all the backyard lights. Now the page is bright. The black shadow was gone. But when I turned off the lights, the figure appeared again.

"Assynolajet..Please don't disturb" I said firmly.

The figure was like nodding his head and slowly disappearing.

My hair stood up, for a new age this time I was visited by a figure like that..Aahh it's important not to bother anymore.

I don't know why I took a keris out of the closet and I put it next to my pillow. I let him sleep side by side. That smell calmed my feelings. The clock shows at 3 a.m.

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That morning my sleep was very good, but I had just slept I was awakened by the many sounds of crickets and night animals. I was shocked and shocked to see the situation around me.

I sleep on the grass! Where'sisthis? the dream? I pinched my hand.auh! feels pinched in the skin of the hands. You know where this is? I stood up and looked left and right.all grass and at the end there some shady trees, the atmosphere was like the afternoon.I looked cloudy as I was about to rain. It's grey.

"Mas Birendra" suddenly I heard a whisper in my ear.

Left and right I turned, there was no one there.Where am I? Where's myhome? My shock grew when I saw me wearing a sarong and short black pants instead of the usual clothes! Slowly I walked towards the tree and sat on a rock.I tried to look around the place.

This is not my nature! I don't know what nature this is.I can see there are some statues at the end there. The statue I used to see in Bali.

"Mas Rendra do not be afraid.Step your feet towards the two statues and go down. I'm waiting there" I heard the words clearly in my ear.

Late that evening I set foot on two huge statues, what made me so brave to walk there.But my mind told me to go there, there was something powerful pulling me there.

In front of the two large statues I stopped, this is where the smell of jasmine again smelled. The same smell as when Mr. Dirman said last night.

It turns out that in front of the two statues there is a path down like a ladder. The old road is seen by the root of the bringing tree that obstructs the descending stairs.

Below is a gate made of solid teak wood.

"Focus your mind and push that door in" the voice came back.

I focused my mind and pushed the big door with all my might. The sound of kretek kretek was heard from the wooden door lis that shifted to each other.

In the pitch-black atmosphere, I was now standing in front of a cave mouth. Go inside and I see the stairs coming down again..

Just as I stepped foot inside, suddenly the wooden door closed by itself.

"Don't be afraid I'm downstairs.follow your steps down"

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