Room No.11B
Part. 159

The middle-aged man was getting closer. Face shaded. Her skin is pure white. Seemed unsightly in his youth. He smiled at me. The fragrant fragrances are smelled, very fragrant.

"Assalamualaikum my grandson." Greetings while calling me grandson. Who exactly is this guy?

"Vaalaikumsalam. Whose father?" my many.

He smiles.

"Obviously you don't recognize me, because we never met. Your family also never told me where I was before" he said.

"I'm your ancestor. Raden Halim." he continued with a shady smile.

Raden Halim's? Raden Halim My Great-grandfather? Is this Raden Halim?

"A-Is this Mr Raden Halim right?" many ensure.

"Yes my grandson. I'm Raden Halim, not a demon or a demon" he replied.

"What is the evidence that this Father is really Raden Halim?" many challenging.

The man smiled back.

Then the man raised his right hand. Instantly the ring I was wearing shone very glare. Suddenly, a blue light came out of the ring. Then the beam came towards the middle-aged man's hand, and seeped into his hand.

"I took the ring of mustika. You wake up, if you still don't believe. If you're sure that I'm Raden Halim, go back to see me." said the middle-aged man with a smile.

Suddenly the dark came back. The figure of the middle-aged man was lost at the dark meal.

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"A. Woi, wake up at." Mas Gun patted me on the cheek.

I woke up.

"Heh, why are you? Dreams of chasing demits? Hehehe. It was dawn in. Pray." take Mas Gun.

I fell asleep on the couch and dreamed of my ancestors.

"In, pray yuk. It's dawn." take Yuda.

"Da-iya."

A dream that feels very real. I'm getting up. Then wudhu. But..

Hey, where's my ring?

Lho? Ring missing?

Was my dream really?

"Lo why the hell is Di?" asked Yuda, he had finished ablution.

"My ring doesn't exist. Where's my ring Da?" my many.

"Well, how do I know. It's you who wear it." said Yuda.

Gosh darn. Where's the ring?

I'm panicking.

Was my dream really just now? Is that middle-aged man taking my ring? It looks like Raden Halim. The owner of the mustika ring. Ah, nevermind.

I tried to calm myself down. I continued ablution and followed Judah and Mas Gun to the mosque near Judah's room. We perform the morning prayers. Mas Gun became a priest. The recitation of Mas Gun's quran is more eloquent and tasty than mine.

After we finished praying, we thought to ourselves. I think about it while closing my eyes. I set aside the thought of a ring that didn't know where. I only focus on remembrance and prayer for protection from the Almighty.

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I saw the white light return. Suddenly my surroundings were all white.

"Are you losing this?"

I was surprised, then looked back.

The middle-aged man was already standing behind me. He held the ring in his hand with a smile.

"W-how, how could it be?" my many.

"How come? Of course I can, this is my ring. I can take it whenever I want." said the middle-aged man.

"Now, do you believe that I'm Raden Halim? Or, are you still hesitating?" ask the middle-aged man again.

That man is Raden Halim, my ancestor. He was the one with Grandpa Badrun, in order to get the mustika. No doubt, he is Raden Halim.

"I'm sorry Grandpa Buyut, I doubt you" I said.

Grandpa Halim smiled.

"What a grandson. At a time like this, it's only natural that you're suspicious of anyone. Because your safety and that of your friends are indeed being threatened." Grandpa Halim replied.

"Let my grandson, walk with me." Grandpa Halim.

We walk side by side. My surroundings there was nothing but white in sight.

"My goal is to see you and not just to give you a little advice. I know you're in trouble. I also know you're threatened. But I salute you my grandson." Grandpa Halim said.

"You're still standing and fighting back. I don't know what happens if this is experienced by young people your age. Maybe they have resigned, given up, or maybe willing to become followers of the devil. But not with you, my granddaughter. You're a tough kid." continued Grandpa Halim.

We stopped stepping. Suddenly we were in a beautiful waterfall. The air feels very cold. Spotted by the wind-borne waterfall spots, felt soaked my face. The trees that grew shady, as well as the sounds of forest animals sounded earthy to each other. I saw flying birds flapping their wings in groups, flying around and then perching on a tree branch. Flowers bloom around the waterfall. Colorfully. The butterfly flies low past the flowers that tease her. Everything I saw was so beautiful, harmonious, and shahdu.

Is this heaven?

"My grandson, you did the right thing. That the food of the mustika you wear is prayer and remembrance. With both, it would have enormous power. Strength that exceeds the limit. I believe and trust you very much, you are not just any child and neko-neko. Mustika is right in your hands. My message, you take good care of this mustika. Surrender to the Almighty, then this mustika will bring benefits to you." explained Grandpa Halim.

"Good Cake. God willing I will do Grandpa's advice." I said.

"Then Kek, is it by using this mustika that I can defeat the red kuntilanak?" my many.

Grandpa Halim smiled. He walked to the edge of the river while staring at the waterfall.

"The red kuntilanak and his followers are just a speck of distraction to you my grandson. It's nothing. One key, as long as you continue to carry out your duties as a servant, then he will have nothing in your eyes. Your degree is higher than her." said Grandpa Halim.

Then Grandpa Halim turned to face me.

"Don't think of the devil. Enough to carry out your duties. Then the help of the Almighty will be with you my grandson." said Grandpa Halim as he patted me on the shoulder.

"From my grandchildren" I was invited to walk back.

"One more thing I want to tell you."

"What is a Cake?" my many.

"I don't want anything bad to happen to my blood. I don't want that to happen, especially to you. One more message, be careful with those closest to you. He could threaten your safety and that of your friends" Grandpa Halim said.

"My closest people? Can Grandpa tell me who it is?"

Grandpa Halim smiled again.

Suddenly, we were in front of Yuda's house. It looks like it's still dark.

"You'll find the answer to my grandson yourself." replied Grandpa Halim.

"How do I find the answer, Cake?" ask again.

"You'll know my grandson soon. Here, I'll hand you the mustika ring. I'm pampering. Assalamualaikum."

"Valatualaflirt.."

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"Heh, dhikr what's sleeping?" Mas Gun patted my shoulder.

I'm appalled.

I see my fingers.

Uh, the ring is now ringing on my ring finger.

What the hell just happened? The dream? I rubbed my face. Uh, wet? Did I really go to that waterfall just now? Is this water wudhu? There's no way water ablution, it was a few dozen minutes ago. If the water had dried up, it would have dried up.

What I experienced must have been real. Meeting my ancestors, Raden Halim was surely real. Yes, his advice to me I will hear and I will do well. But, who is the closest person to me who can threaten me? Ah shit, what other riddle is this?

I went from the mushola, to the room of Judah. I saw that Mas Gun had fallen asleep, and so did Yuda. I was still standing at the door of Yuda's room. My mind is still floating.

Who is the closest person who can threaten me?

Mas Gun's? Time yes.

Or Yuda? Feelings are impossible.

The tika? Ah, feelings..

"Heh, why are you dumbstruck at the door?"

Tika.

"Eh. Em anu's. Emm, I. I want sport. Hehe. Yes, I want sport." I replied.

"Sports? Did you go to sleep?" ask Tika.

"Be-not yet. Just want to. Don't know why." I replied while twirling my arms.

"Squeaky. Sleep there! Save your energy." tell Tika.

He then closed the door to Deby's room.

Is it possible Tika?

There's no way it feels like Tika. He helped me from the beginning, we were like a deadly duet of demit-destroyers. Where could be Tika.

Oh shit, thinking about it. I better get some sleep. I closed Yuda's room.

I poured out my weary body beside Judah. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.