ADJOINING REALM
DANCER

Kakung decided to stop by the young coconut seller next to the road. He could not bear to see Surip who continued to endure nausea in the car.

"Gus, did you see what Gus was, while at the market?" Ask Bidin who is still curious.

"A lot of Din. Almost half of the merchants have genies in their stores, plus the buyers are the same" replied Darto who continued to chug a glass of water in front of him.

"Buyer how's Gus?" Surip opened his voice. It turned out that he had been listening, even though his body was weak because it continued to vomit its stomach contents.

"There are Sur. There are carrying bald children on his back, there are those who pay using leaves, and there are also those who bring friends of Jin Sur" answered Darto.

"That means bring the genie's friend, Gus?" Bidin.

"Yes jinn's friend, Din. His friend took again the money that had been given to the seller, so the same person was rich buying goods but did not pay. Anyway pity the seller Din. I did not get money, still giving change," Darto shook his head, feeling sorry for the fate of the small traders he met in the market.

"Didn't he give his money to a store that has a gift also Mas?" Harti conveyed his curiosity.

"Yes, Dek is caught, and Jin's fellows can see each other. Who became a victim of jinn pranks, yes definitely people who sell honestly," replied Darto. Continue sipping the remaining young coconut in his glass to the toilet.

"Pity is Le, they're just a moment in the world. All fulfilled, his life prosperous. But after death they become the pebbles of hell, made into the incitement of the demons they worship," Kakung entered into the chatter. Sometimes he stroked his chest, feeling sorry for them.

Instantly, the four Kakung disciples contemplated what the teacher said. They could only listen without giving an answer as Kakung continued his story. Until not felt, Iandang adzan dzuhur was heard loudly from the direction of the mosque near the young coconut kiosk.

"Common near the mosque, we worship there, yes Le, all waiting for Surip meningan," Take a step. Then he left the young head shop, leaving the car parked next to him.

Seeing the arrival of Kakung, the locals took turns greeting Kakung in front of the mosque entrance. Then allow Kakung to lead the prayer dzuhur there. It is not new anymore, Kakung is indeed a respected figure. His name is quite famous, from among small children to the elders in the area, evenly know Kakung well.

Surip and Bidin were confused, they were wearing shorts at the time. Luckily, one of the residents whose house was close to the mosque was willing to lend them a sarong, even lending a mukena to Harti. So they hurried to perform their worship in the mosque.

The dzuhur prayer has been completed. At the request of the man, they were now heading to the house of the man who lent him sarong and mukena. And now we have arrived in front of the house made of teak wood full of carvings, the front yard of his house is very spacious, looks the same black color car with a similar leg, similar to a leg, it's parked there. Five glasses of sweet tea immediately served by the wife of the owner of the house, when we just sat on the porch of his house.

"Where is Mr Kyai from? tumben once stopped in the hamlet here. Plus the clothes are very neat," said the owner of the house was stale.

"Once my granddaughter went shopping at the market. You're taking this holiday? tumben at home," asked Kakung then grabbed the tea glass in front of him.

"This is Mr. Kyai, just finished the task in Kalimantan, so can leave from yesterday. Sorry I haven't been able to visit Mr. Kyai's house. Which one is Mr. Kyai's grandson?" Ask Mr. Muslih, then look at the four santri in front of him one by one.

"Ndakn't anything Mus, you too must still be tired. This one is my biological granddaughter, whose daughter is also soon to be my granddaughter. These are the most sinter students, the two have memorized, the rest a little more graduated. They will be your rich hafiz" Kakung replied pointing to Darto. Then introduce one by one students.

"Father of the disciple of Sambah?" Tanya Darto was brief.

"Yes Dek, I used to spend eight years there. After graduating my list of soldiers, Alhamdulillah thanks to your Sumpah who knows the superiors, I can be rich now" stressed Mr. Muslih.

Hearing Kakung's reply, Mr. Muslih could not argue. That day they stopped at the house of Mr. Muslih, until finally Kakung asked permission to quickly return to the cottage. Since it was early in the morning he left the boarding house. And they rushed to leave the residence of Mr. Muslih after saying goodbye.

While walking down a small alley in the village. Their eyes were fixed on the crowd at the intersection. There was the sound of gamelan and boisterous cheers of residents who watched it. Out of curiosity, Bidin ran towards the crowd.

"There's a Gus lengger! Here!" yelled Udin from behind the crowd.

In response to the cry of Bidin, the four of them took a stop just to look. But unlike what his student had witnessed, Kakung's face instantly dripped sweat on his chin, after seeing the woman dancing in the crowd.

"It's so beautiful, Gus the Nari!" Surip.

"Beneer Sur! if I had a rich wife, I would not have brackets in my room" replied Bidin.

"Beautiful, but is there anything strange? I've seen him rich, but where is it," Darto frowned.

The three young men continued to comment on the woman's poignancy, sincerity, dexterity, as well as agility when dancing. While Harti can only silence burning jealousy, because the dancer occasionally looked and gave a smile to Darto who was standing next to Harti. So did Kakung, he did not open his voice in the slightest, after seeing the woman.

" Come Dar! We're home!" Ketus Kakung. then forcefully pull the hands of his grandson.

Seeing Darto withdrawn, his three friends rushed to follow.so far they were in the car again.

"It was really pretty Sur!" Said Bidin, he kept smiling considering the beauty of the dancer.

"Yes Din, if only he wanted to be with me," replied Surip with a face that paled slightly from drunkenness of the vehicle.

"You call that pretty?" asked Kakung grumbling.

"Yes Mr. Kyai! she's probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen" replied Bidin innocently. And still continue to smile while looking at the beauty of the dancer.

"But Kung. Why isn't his face foreign?" Darto asked, he still continues to wrinkle his forehead.

"She's the one with the wound on your chest Dar! that's Grandma Peot!" jawan Kakung is still grumbling.

Hearing Kakung's reply, the faces of the four disciples immediately broke into a sweat. Can't say anything more. Especially Darto, his eyes immediately reddened, his hands clenched his breath hunting.

"So? He killed my mother Kung?" Said Darto with a furious face accompanied by tears that occasionally flowed from his eye bags.

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