Room No.11B
Part. 64

Today's lecture was completed at 15:00, I immediately waited for Kemala in the lobby of the faculty building. Before Judah was with me, he reminded me of Nek Iyah's antique sedan car and my agreement with him, I agreed and will soon talk to Nek Iyah.

The plan, this afternoon Kemala and I will stop by Mas Gun's contract, to take the mustika Dawana God Stone given by Grandpa Badrun. Then went to the house of Kemala to meet Kemala's mother.

- I was in the lobby, yes - I sent a message to Kemala.

- Okay. I'm going down soon. Wait for the elevator -

reply Kemala fast.

Not how long Kemala came. We rushed to the Mas Gun contract.

"What's up to your house?" my many.

"It's good dong" said Kemala while twirling the motor key on his finger.

"Ooh now to the campus already use a motorbike, do not ride anymore?" my many.

"Yes. Thank God I bought a new bike just as nyokap." he replied.

"Dine. Uh, we're gonna hire my brother for a second. There's something I want to take." I asked.

"OKAY. Yuk pull!" bring Kemala.

I was riding a motorcycle and I was piggybacking. Right, the bike's new. It still looks shiny and clean. We're heading to hire Mas Gun.

Arriving at the Mas Gun contract, Kemala waited on the bike while I entered the contract.

"Assynnya!" my spoken.

"Waalaikumsalam, woii really tumben here. Kirain had forgotten the way here." reprimanded Mas Gun who was busy struggling in front of his laptop.

"When I forget the same lo mas, it can't happen" I said.

"Who are you?" asked Mas Gun, he looked out of his room.

"Ooh. Same with mbeb anyway! Is it already so? Hehehehe." ledek Mas Gun.

"Doain yes mas. Uh, I'm gonna ask dong."

"Ask opoo?" sahut Mas Gun's.

"Lo know what pants I put here? The one that got wet with the rain last night, you know." I asked.

"Know. It's clean, it's in the closet." replied Mas Gun briefly.

"Huh, is it clean? Seriously mas?"

"Yes Di, when I was just wet pants in the bucket. Over time it can smell, can be plural." explained Mas Gun.

"Emm, before washing you check the bag is not mas?" my many.

"Gue check, it turns out there is no money. I was in vain to check your pants pockets. Hehehe."

"Hehehehe. Emm, did you find something else not in your pants pocket?" many doubt.

Mas Gun is looking at me.

"In, since when do you keep such things?" suddenly, Gun asked.

I said, "That's not mine, it's from a grandparent. I swear to you."

"Yes yes, but remember Di, believe in mystical objects like a idol. Kan lo study at the cottage, time does not know." reply Mas Gun.

I answered with a down face, though,

"Yes, I understand. But I'm just on the titipin, just told simplein. Don't know what it's used for." I said.

"Yes Di, I just want your ingetin. Even if it is just tipped, please do not fall. Especially until they get into their group."

Mas Gun continued, "Remember Di, Allah will not forgive the sin of shirk, any sin will be forgiven by Allah according to His will, except the sin of shirk. Shirk is included in the great sin. It is in Surah An-Nisaa verse 48. Remember right?"

I just kept quiet to hear Mas Gun's advice.

"Just take the necklace in the closet. Return it to the one that has, tell the one that you can not save this item. Honestly, the same has, Insha Allah can understand." said Mas Gun.

"Yes, I'll go back." I replied.

"Is the prayer ashar not yet?" ask Mas Gun.

"Not yet."

"Well, don't neglect Di. Remember, prayer is number one! Okay." said Mas Gun.

"Whoof mas."

"Well, where are you going?" ask Mas Gun.

"Ooh, be careful. Greetings to Kemala, sorry long wait. You see Adi di nasihatin used to be 2 SKS. Hehehehe." said Mas Gun.

I also say goodbye to Mas Gun, then rushed to visit Kemala. I saw Kemala standing next to his bike.

"Sorry, wait a long time" I said.

"It's okay, it's usual to wait for people." replied Kemala a little sniffy.

"Yes sorry."

I turned on the motor, pressed the gas, then headed for Kemala's house. Previously Kemala had contacted his mother, that I wanted to be friendly and a little chat with his mother.

The journey takes about twenty minutes, not too far but not too close as well. Motor in the parking lot in the yard. I was allowed to sit on a chair on the porch of the house. A la betawi wooden chair, with a round table in the middle.

Not long after, Mama Kemala came out. I shake his hand. Ibu Kemala is not too old, still looks fresh and fit. Her hair was in konde, wearing a cardigan-clad sweatshirt and a long skirt. He came out with a glass of orange syrup.

"Come on the deck drinking. What was her name? I forgot." asked mom.

"Adi mom. The one who was anterin Kemala returned home in Maghrib-maghrib." I replied.

"Pas maghrib? Oh yes, yes, I remember. Sorry I did deck, at that time I was angry with you." reply mother Kemala.

"Yes mom, I understand. It's natural that a mother is worried about her child, especially a daughter." I said.

"So, what do you want to talk about deck?" ask Kemala's mother.

I close a little forward. Kemala did not join nimbrung. Just me and her mom.

"Look, I know from Kemala that you understand things about the occult. Just don't open the practice like everyone else..."

mom Kemala listened to me.

"There are things I want to tell you and I ask my mother, because to be honest, for things like this I am very ordinary and have never experienced during my life" I opened a chat.

"Oh that. Yes, it is true that I did not open the practice. I just love helping, and like no other. I'm just a derivative, not too deep, if I can't afford, yes I said I can't" he said.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" ask Kemala's mother.

I also told him what I had experienced, exactly what I told Kemala this afternoon.

"That's the story, ma'am. Can you look up perhaps, or see from the supernatural, for what I'm going through or will happen to me?"

"Let me see your hand." asked Kemala's mother.

My right hand stuck out on the table, Kemala's mother held my hand. He closed his eyes. I'm silent. My heart is beating fast. Was-was mixed with curiosity, waiting for the results of the branching of Kemala's mother.

He opened his eyes. Then take my hand off.

"I can't afford the deck. Too thick." he said.

"Huh? Too thick, what do you mean, ma'am?" my many.

"I can't laugh. There's a great power protecting you." he explained.

"Continue?" my many.

Mama Kemala was silent, looking for a moment to think.

"There is a power that protects you from evil forces. You've been marked from the beginning, ever since you came to the hostel. I see there's a red aura on your back nape, emmm. like a stamp."

I listened carefully.

"Maybe that power came from the necklace you brought." he continued.

"Mom can tell who would want to harm me?" my many.

"Difficult deck, I can't stand it. Power's great. If only his grandmother Kemala was still here, maybe he could help" said Kemala's mother.

"Indeed her grandmother Kemala lived where mom? Can I meet him? " tanyaku.

"He's dead deck, he's a magician used to deck. Well-known. Can heal the sick, can make a durable position, of sorts. But I don't want to be like him." said Kemala's mother, then fell silent with a blank look.

"Sorry Mom, I don't know if he's dead" I said.

"Me..indeed why do not you want to be handed down knowledge?" many doubt.

"Dead of hard deck. Because his children no one wants to be passed on their knowledge directly. The sakaratul died for days. Horrified deck." explained Kemala's mother.

"Here to your college, you must know a powerful person who can heal the sick. Because it's so famous." continued Kemala's mother.

"What is the name of Kemala's grandmother?" my many.

"Maryati. But grandma's patients used to call her Bi Tati."

Teati Bi?