
mr. Yanto also understood what to do now, while Shaka immediately embraced his mother's new body.
"mother.." call her sad.
Nyai Asih also felt happy to get such treatment one of his biological sons who had long wanted in his embrace.
"wait, how now, I'm not used to the name of Yuli" said Nyai Asih.
"just calm Asih, let me arrange it and tomorrow we make a change of name, because you want to recover because Yuli is sick for several months" said Mr. Yanto.
"all right, I'm going" replied Nyai Asih.
sure enough, the next day, Shaka heard quite a noise in the back.
it turns out that his mother was cooking in the aid of Mr. Yanto, and all the tumpeng needed was finished.
"Shaka, please invite the neighbors, say if there is a change of name of the mother," said Yanto.
"yes father, but Shaka wants to wash his face first" replied the young man.
while at Mbah Sarji's house, the man sensed that there was another aura in his village.
the aura was very powerful but it also felt very full of awe. "actually what is this?"
he wanted to find out about the matter but it wasn't that easy, like something was blocking him.
at Mr. Yanto's house, the women had gathered and prayed for Bu Yuli's healing
and they also feel happy when Bu Yuli looks healed and now they have to call her Bu Asih.
after the event, Shaka finished washing the dishes and immediately prepared to go to school.
"to the children of Lanang, this is brought yes, I made yellow rice for all your schoolmates," said Bu Asih who smiled warmly
"thank you ma'am, means no pocket money?" shaka asked laughing at her mother's teasing.
"for the next week, yes" said Ms. Asih.
"inggeh Bu, then Shaka said yes," said the young man who was ready to leave with two red crackles.
so today, Kania Shaka is helping out with all her stuff.
arriving at school, Shaka shares his mother's yellow Nafi, all feeling that Shaka's mother's cooking is delicious.
"wih.. tumben your mother's cooking is delicious, usually like something less so," said Ardi.
"just eat a lot of talk" Shaka said.
while at Mbah Sarji's house there was a husband and wife came to the man for help.
"what's up? you guys still haven't really let your son die?" ask Mbah Sarji
"i cannot be sincere Mbah, even how could Mbah Sarji say my daughter is dead, but the body alone can not be found, even though I want Mbah to help us find a foot," the crying woman
"forgive Mbah ya neng, not the intention of Mbah so, well Mbah will help, Yono. please bring a doll Mbah in a special room," said Mbah Sarji.
"inggeh Mbah," replied the man who immediately picked up the puppet in question.
it turned out to be a puppet made of bamboo and a head of straw in such a form.
"take this, and as the Maghreb approaches you will have to perform a ritual to summon your daughter, so that you will know where she is, is it possible?" ask Mbah Sarji.
"we can afford Mbah" answered both.
"but it's not that easy, because you have to provide offerings and chicken blood and seven-figure flowers,"
"well Mbah we understand, then we go home first,"