ADJOINING REALM
LAKES

Time passed indiscriminately.

Days become months, months change.

The man who was 15 years old, now has become an adult Darto with the age of 20 years.

Instead of seeking a calm, Darto often visited the large lake behind the pesantren. It was a bit deep into the forest, but it did not prevent the young man from coming there every day.

Today was the same, Darto who was holding a book in his right hand. Sometimes Darto closed his eyes while chanting the verse he wanted to memorize.

"How much is Juz, Gus?" tanya Surip is one of the friends that Darto can during his studies at the pesantren.and also one who likes to follow Darto looking for tranquility in the lake besides Harti and Bidin.

All students in the pesantren called Darto 'Gus' because Darto was the grandson of the pesantren's owner.

"Bikin just surprised you Sur, I thought demit!" said Darto who was surprised because suddenly Surip was already beside him when he was concentrating on memorizing verse by verse scripture that he held.

"Where is the handsome rich Demit I'm Gus!" Surip lyrics with a smile and eyebrows that he keeps raising.

"Even if it's really handsome, you must have married Sur, not become a rich old bachelor now," said Darto grinning horses.

"I'm only 19 years old, Gus, younger than you, so at least Gus Darto is more senior in the direction of the weathered bachelor, hahaha!" answer's broken.

"Hahaha it's up to you Sur, I want to continue hafalin juz 22 first," said Darto continued to throw a look at the book he brought earlier.

They both looked very serious about what they had memorized back then. Not long after that Darto concentration again split when he heard footsteps from his back.

"Mas, this is Si Mbah, he told me to bring this here," said someone who could call Darto 'Mas' and also called Kakung 'Si Mbah'. She is Harti, a woman who has been living in pesantren, even since she was only four years old.

His parents thought he was crazy, because he often talked to himself. Finally they entrust Harti to Kakung who lives a kara in his magnificent house

Harti's parents never visited him at all, even though Kakung said that his parents were residents of the local district.

"Still Har," said Darto as he grabbed a plastic bag containing a holster and a clean peci that Harti was thrust in front of him.

"Ehem.. please continue Gus, I do not dare to disturb people who are alone, later considered a demon!" chirps Bidin who was in charge of accompanying Harti to the lake where Darto was studying.

"What are you, Din!" replied Harti with flushed cheeks resisting embarrassment.

"Yes, I went back first, Ma'am, would you like to come along? Do you want to be with Gus Darto?" back Bidin spoke with eyebrows that he kept lifting to mingle.

"I am here first, Din, all you want to check how many verses darto memorized," replied Harti trying to reason to be able to speak with Darto.

True, because he had learned from childhood in the pesantren, Harti had become one of the proud students of kakung, because he managed to memorize the Qur'an when he was just 12 years old. and now he's in charge of teaching me personally.

"Mas..this morning I got my first visit!" said Harti with sparkling eyes.

"really? Your parents are here?"

"Yes, they want to bring Harti home" he replied with a vision that began to wilt.

"When do you want to go home, Har?" sahut Darto

"Si Mbah has not allowed it, Mas," he said grudgingly and again said, "Mas, my parents said they had a debt, and they could not pay it off Mas, even the interest is already more than the money they receive."

His face bowed, the water dam could not be held back by his eye bags. Seeing that, Darto immediately knew that Harti was going through something difficult, rope he tried not to directly give advice for free.

"Why are you sad, Har? You should be happy to be able to live with your parents again," persuaded Darto hope Harti heard.

"They want to marry me to Duda's second son, Mas. As a condition for the debt to be considered paid off, even his first child was 10 years old Mas," Harti cried as he pleased.

At that time Harti forgot to check Darto's progress in memorization, they were both dissolved in his sad chat. for Harti, Darto was like his own brother, closeness for five years because of the task of teaching Darto, Darto, making Harti have more feelings for the grandson of the owner of the pesantren. Likewise for Darto, Harti has managed to become a woman figure of dreams. The two of them had actually harbored the same feeling, only that no one had ever revealed it.

"Har, Later I talk to Kakung, maybe Kakung has a solution," said Darto who only answered Harti's nod of the head.

So many Harti told me at that time, the day did not feel it was getting dark. They both missed the prayer time of Ashar pilgrims in the pesantren, it was realized that Darto had invited Harti back to the pesantren. Now they also walked together to uncover the forest that separates the lake and pesantren.

"What would you like!" Darto shouted suddenly in the middle of the trip.

As you know what Darto means, Harti immediately lowered his eyes, his eyes closed, his hands grabbed a piece of cloth from the clothes that Darto was wearing. Harti intended to ask for guidance and did not want to see what Darto saw.

"Why do you keep coming? what exactly do you want from me?! I'm really sick of you!" said Darto then continued the journey by holding Harti's still frightened hand.

"You will die at the hands of Darto! hihihi!" the voice of the creature echoed throughout the forest, then jumped and moved very quickly.

"You think I'm scared, huh! Go home to alamu! Damned demon!" Shouted Darto then read the letter that Kakung taught, a special chant to expel the red figure who was standing in front of him at this time.

"Just wait for Darto... when the person's protection is lost... I will*****your soul hihihi!" the red back pocong made the entire forest reflect a hoarse voice like the sound of a snoring person coming out of his mouth, before then disappearing like cigarette smoke, and leaving no trace at all.

Actually Darto was also frightened at this time, but because he was so sick of being followed by the figure, Darto ventured to say all that. Can not be denied, Darto's heart felt satisfied after saying that. Although all the joints in his body felt weak from fear.

Shortly after the pocong left, Darto and Harti rushed back to continue their journey home to the boarding school. Fear not to spend time ashar, because the day is almost dark.

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