CURSE HEIRS BEGU BASKET
Go home

Now I was near the waterfall, then Mr. Sarma brought the body of Mr. Didit who was still unconscious and lastly the body of Ms. Rida.

The three of us lay down on a boulder, Mr. Didit my right side facing directly into the waterfall.

Then Rida's mom in the middle and I'm next to her Rida's lying down.

"on ma pinoppar mu horas, mesh pinoppar mon dang olo gabe sipele begu ganjang songon ho."

(this is your descendant Horas, your descendant refused to be a ganjang cult devotee)

"palua ma pinoppar mon, boan ma begu ganjang mi tu ho. palua ma sude sian nabarnit your nabinahen."

(let go of your descendants, take away the bag, and deliver us all from the curse you have begun).

uhmm.... uhmm.....

blah...blah...blah.... blah....

After saying that sentence, then customary stakeholders like to read a mantra.

srrrt........

A glare and a pitch-black figure came out from the body of Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida.

Then the two figures disappeared towards the waterfall.

Suddenly the rain was very heavy, but only in the area we three were lying on this big rock.

It rained for a while and then stopped.

"why aren't you conscious yet?"

'sssttt......

Mr. Sarma told me to be quiet, because the customary is still imprisoned.

"muliate ma oppung, nungga in adopi oppung padan ni oppung i, saunnari mulak name hami."

(thank you grandfather, for the promise you have kept, now we are going home.)

"Alai dungoi ma jolo pinoppar mon, rodi parsinonduk nai, asa mulak tu huta."

(please wake up this offspring that you have chosen, so that we can go home)."

After that the customary stakeholders were silent, and it was seen that Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida moved their hands.

"sir e, ma'am....

wake up sir, wake up ma'am. Let's go home, it's already tonight, Mora's hungry sir, ma'am... Mora's hungry."

"Mora...."

Answer Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida simultaneously, Mr. Sarma helped Mr. Didit to get up and sit down, then the customary stakeholders immediately came to face us and then helped Ms. Rida to sit down.

"we go home, sir Aris can walk? what about Mak Aris?"

Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida simultaneously nodded, a sign that they could both walk.

"mora's feet are pierced by the roots of the wood, so it is impossible to walk, let me hold Mora."

"no need Mr. Sarma, I am his father, let me carry my son.

Mora, let's go up to my dad's back. Let's go home.

Mr. Sarma, please help me get Mora on my stage."

Didit replied firmly, then Mr. Sarma helped me to get on the back of Didit.

Mr. Sarma in front of us, then followed by Ms. Rida, then Mr. Didit who carried me, and customary stakeholders behind us.

Only the sound of crickets and frogs could be heard, the full moonlight illuminated our path.

"father and grandfather how are you?"

No one answered my question and we continued walking in the moonlight.

"patience to Mora, soon we reach the banyan tree, amang boru sure really, if your father and your tunggane it can protect and protect Aris and his iboto (sister girl, sister, in the Toba Batak tradition).

Your father was originally here, and Joan is an experienced person in Batak customs.

Finally we came to the banyan tree, and saw that the father, Joan, Aris and Iren, were already sprawled.

"oh yes, Mr. Sarma. how is it done? is anyone hurt?"

"is it safe, Mr. Mora, where is it?"

Pak Sarma's question was not answered by the father, and finally the customary stakeholders turned on the flashlight.

"wake the amang, wake the host...."

Mr. Sarma woke up Joan, Aris and Iren who were unconscious and slowly the three of them woke up as well.

"don't talk and if you can't stand up just raise your hand."

It turns out that Joan and her father could not stand, and Aris and her sister Iren helped Joan to stand up.

While the father in papah by customary stakeholders.

"i'm going home, our business is done here. Don't look back and keep going."

Said Mr. Sarma, and we continued our journey back to Aek Holong village.

This time it was just strange noises that we heard, from the mint please, crying, laughing, screaming and then the muffled voice.

Mr. Sarma always reminded us not to look back, because the source of the voice came from behind us.

Strange indeed and finally the voices disappeared instantly and the voices of the villagers of Aek Holong who called us.

It seemed like the village of Aek Holong was near, and a muffled voice rang out again.

The sound stopped, and this time the sound of mamak, the sound of mak uli, the sound of light and Uli's voice sounded very clear.

The sound was getting closer and closer, then the environment seemed to sway.

The trees around were like why me and them were all smiling at me.

"the tree in front has a hand, the fruit is great.

Mora is hungry sir, wants to eat. Mora can eat the tree's fruit sir."

"patience Mora, I'll buy you some good food."

"the trees are swaying, sir.the fruit is a lot..

sir..pak e.......

it's raining again, but why is the rain Mora can hold?"

The rain this time was very strange, like a white plastic rope, the rain I could hold and I put it on my head.

"bang Mora...."

"iya Uli, what are you doing here? where's the rope you collected?

Did you bring any food?"

"it seems there is no bang Mora, did Joan have said the same brother, if brother Uli was my brother the most p....e.....l......i.....t......"

"yes yes Joan, your sister is stingy, no time to bring food.

there was a lot of fruit on the road, Joan didn't take it?"

"no bang, Joan's hand was borrowed by the buffalo oppung Sanggap, he said he wanted to harvest bananas.

joan's hand has not been returned, how Joan would take the fruit.

but why didn't you take the fruit?"

"yes forgetfulness, being busy picking up the rope."

"what's that rope bang for? oh love Ani, let it be sold to buy food.

bang ... how dark yes, what is the light off?"

"noisy, you want to sleep. Don't play that music again, turn it off first."

Joan's voice was no longer heard, dark and silent.

Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

This is Joan why she pulled my blanket, this kid is.