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After bringing back Pak Sapto's meatball cart. Each person who helped was paid one portion of meatballs at his home. They looked so tempted after the bowl of meatballs had made it before them.

Let alone meatballs, instant noodles are already classified as a very special food, because our main food every day is corn rice, sometimes if the corn harvest is bad, the food is very special, we only eat cassava mashed and processed into Leye.

In a week, Mr. Sapto only sells meatballs on weekends. Sometimes it was only Saturday, or just a week, but not infrequently also he sold for two days in a row. He sells depending on the material he gets from the city, because the distance to be taken approximately takes three hours to travel, if using his old beetle bike. So he only went once a week to buy meat there.

Not until five minutes, the pile of zinc bowls has been neatly arranged, complete with a dirty spoon on it. After being full, one by one the people in the room resigned themselves, until only I, Si Mbah and Pak Sapto the owner of the house alone in this room.

"You really saw that, didn't you, Dar?" tanya Si Mbah opened the conversation when Mr. Sapto was busy picking up a pile of dirty bowls in front of us.

"See what, Ki?" Timpal Pak Sapto, he called Si Mbah as Ki Turah, because Si Mbah is better known by the call in this Hamlet.

"It's nothing Sap, you wash it first bowl, sukur-gauge bring a clean bowl with meat again if there is" replied Si Mbah while laughing softly.

"I also want Ki, given meatballs two bowls. Especially free!" gerutu Pak Sapto with lips deliberately made to grin, mocked Si Mbah while going to bring a dirty bowl to the next room.

After Mr. Sapto entered, while concocting a flagship twisting cigarette, Si Mbah looked seriously at asking the answer to the question.

"What is that like, Mbah? The so-called subtle-being?" Ask me to answer all the questions of the Mbah.

"Come, Dar. Maybe from now on your life will change. The Mbah just wants to give advice, whatever you go through, you see or feel, all that is the will of the Almighty. So never give up, you're special, Dar. Like the Mbah-Si Mbah Buyut and the Mbah who are sitting in front of you!" Said the Mbah with his own eyes, and only I answered with a nod of the head.

I already know, if the Mbah is not an ordinary person, because not only once twice people come to the house, just to ask for advice from the Mbah. Plus if there are strange events such as witchcraft, trance and others, Si Mbah is the first person who is always asked for help.

"Neither fear the same thing which is clearly inferior to us Dar, fear the Almighty, the creator of the universe and its contents. Never break your mouth to pray, ask for help from him," continued Si Mbah.

"Njih Mbah, God willing, Darto will remember the teachings of Si Mbah, and Darto will also convey the teachings of Si Mbah to Darto's grandchildren, if Darto's life is long Mbah!" my recoiling speech made Si Mbah grab my head with one arm, and stroke my hair roughly with the other arm.

"This is the new Grandson of the Mbah!" said Si Mbah still stroking my head. A proud expression was completely emblazoned clear from his wrinkled face.

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The day seemed to pass quickly, it did not feel that the voice of Sewah echoed the Adhan Isya in a breach near our house. rushed me to the breach to fulfill the obligations that must be lived by all Muslims.

"Don't forget tomorrow Dar!" said Anto in front of the hangar, while looking for his footwear in a pile of sandals.

"Yes, tomorrow is Samperin?! Let's go together!" I answered Anto's question.

"Okay Dar!" reply spirit.

I returned home after the prayer. Accompanied by the Mbah, I walked through the rice fields to our house which stood firmly in the middle of the rice fields.

We both carefully sort out the path we are going through. Dissecting the rice field streets, with the help of yellow light from a flashlight made of aluminum belonging to the relics of the late father.

"Don't be afraid, Dar!" said Si Mbah suddenly, he aggravated his steps so that we go hand in hand.

"Astagfirefull!" I screamed, when I saw the tall black figure, standing beside the road, right in front of the banana kebon that belonged to sewah.

"A what is Mbah?" I asked with a mouth that I was also confused why it could suddenly be difficult to say and also suddenly stammer.

"It's nothing, just remember the advice of Si Mbah earlier!" Si Mbah answered a little to calm me down, when he remembered his words that called the human degree higher, even though my hands and feet could not stop shaking.

Arriving at home, Si Mbah turned on the only flashing light we had. As usual, the two of us were just concocting and making cigarettes. We had a little chat that night, before I finally brought in a jolt to light up my room, and left Si Mbah sleeping without lighting in his room.

"Hu hu hu," faintly heard the shrill voice of the woman crying, her voice so bitter. Like a man crying for his family's departure from behind the walls of my room.

I glued my left ear to the wooden wall next to me. The sound seemed to continue to approach, from the original slowly now gradually hardened, until now the sound was like coming from in front of my ears.

'La ilaha illallah,' I kept repeating the sentence in my heart without stopping I kept my left ear from the wall of my room, until finally the sound of crying was not so loud. Sounded away and kept away until his voice was so small, concubines whispered.

I put my body back on the couch. Then wrapped around my body with a glove while continuing to think hard about the crying sound I just heard.

When my daydream almost managed to make me sleep, I was again surprised by the sound of crying from behind the walls of my room. I spontaneously closed both ears with my hand, and hoped that the crying voice would quickly disappear.

This time for quite a while, he did not leave. The atmosphere was even more rowdy, when there was only a sound of crying, now accompanied by the sound of impact of objects from behind the wooden wall. The voice was nothing but the thump from the head that was deliberately banged many times. And damn, it sounded pretty loud even though my two ears were already tightly closed by my two hands.

Instantly my hands and feet trembled, while continuing to try to believe the teachings of Si Mbah. But this was still the first day I experienced a strange event in my life, and it was truly a terrifying experience.

Unexpectedly, suddenly the atmosphere returned to silence, the sound of crying was changed by the singing of crickets, frogs and other animals that were interconnected from behind the wall. A little relief immediately lodged in the heart, also the body that was originally vibrating began to gradually improve.

Feeling safe, both my eyes immediately felt heavy because they were awake. And when my vision began to feel blurry, strong winds managed to break through the crack of the wooden wall of my room, until the flashing lights almost died.

"Hu hu hu hu!" The sound of crying from behind the wall came back. Now the sound is coming from my right ear. It indicates that he is already in my room.

I closed my ears again, and immediately curled up against the wall for quite a long time. After that I tried to dare to look back. Although it didn't take long I immediately threw my gaze back towards the wall.

In a curled up position, I forced my eyes to always be closed, after clearly seeing among the dim light yellowish flashing light, standing a creature.

The figure of a pocong with a black face, crumbled, even foul-smelling, with maggots twitching and falling from within his eye sockets.

The figure was standing right next to my head. She was crying with her head moving. Whether it's nodding, looking or looking up. He continued to struggle like a seizure, with a shabby, wet shroud that wrapped his body perfectly.

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