The Twins' Mystical Journey

The Twins' Mystical Journey
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that afternoon, they chose to stay at a jasmine hotel, because they still want to walk in the city.


"how to get to the cottage to look around?" ask Wulan who came out of the room.


"iya Amma, but what about the others?" ask Aryan.


"calm down, let me take care of them, after all they are still sleeping because they are tired, you have left and do not forget to buy lunch if you go home," Fahri said.


"easy, let's go later in the afternoon," asked Raka.


they headed to a school with a very famous dormitory in the city.


but strange for the family, they did not see the cottage but something with a black aura.


"Just come in, we'll know, for sure,"


the four of them went in and sure enough, the way of teaching was a little different, and Arkan could see the book being taught was an old book that is the teaching of Shaykh Siti Jenar.


"emm... it looks like I went to school in Jombang, we went out yuk," asked Aryan.


"i agree" Arkan said.


they also did not enter, Raka also did not want anything to happen later if desperate to enter.


moreover, he was a little exhausted last night because of the actions of creatures who want to take his two sons.


"all right, we go home but before that we're looking for lunch for everyone" said Raka, who started running her car.


Ki Adhiyaksa had already defeated a guard of the place.


it's nothing, it's trying to prevent the departure of the Raka family.


"you are wrong to seek the enemy" growled at Ki Adhiyaksa before leaving.


they stopped at a Padang stall, Wulan wanted to laugh, because her husband was not anywhere in search of rice field.


they returned to the hotel, apparently all were playing in the pendopo saung that was available at the hotel.


aryan came with the rice he had bought, and Arkan came with a drink.


"widih.. all the way to Pasuruan, eat rice Padang dong," goda Fahri.


"diem deck, you know that I can't eat food that I don't know" Raka said.


"no problem, what's important is full, you don't buy Aryan snacks?" ask Girl.


"of course, but here it's famous for beeps and mini snails, so I bought that, that's it.." show it at the front crackle of Wulan.


Fero has also started to improve, they are now really enjoying the atmosphere because later tonight will decide to go home.


Emily also did not mind anyway He was satisfied mountain nik again, especially his experience was enough in the test yesterday.


"the next time we go to yuk club, because there the peak is more challenging, or want to go big, all holidays there," said the girl offers.


"maybe, because we will have a lot of free time, but the three of you can't because you have to go to school" said Raka.


"by dong dad, if a long holiday yes, we also need a vacation and the mountain ride is good, especially the atmosphere and the air is so cool," replied Aryan pleading.


"alright, but next time," Wulan agreed.


the journey home is quite safe, but unfortunately the peace is disturbed when Raka's car is driven by Fahri entering the village.


there were many people carrying torches on the village road while ringing all the kitchen utensils making a fuss.


"Fahri, take the car home, we get off here" Raka said.


"get ready, brother," replied Fahri who immediately left when the four men went down.


"assalamualaikum sir, what is it?" ask Raka.


"walaikum salam, Mr. Raka please our sons sir, they are missing from this afternoon, they were playing in the bamboo garden area, he said, and when the mothers' eavesdropping did not find them but only the sandals" said a father with tears pouring down.


"calm Mr. Udin, God willing if you can help yes," said Raka.


Arkan took out his flute which was given by the village guard.


the flute flowed softly, unconsciously Wulan began to dance to the music.


"what's up, son?" Wulan's voice sounded very soft.


"asalamualaikum Nyai, I want to ask if these children are hidden astral beings, or they are experiencing a calamity," said Arkan who sat in front of Wulan who still plays his hand like a dancing person.


"cah kae le, he eh... nyi linting.tulung diuculake kabeh sing boys cultivated nalika dolanan, aja gawe harde wong tuwa. (nyi linting ... please let go of all the children you took while playing, don't make it difficult for the master.)"


the voice sounded soft, suddenly the wind blew quite strong, even that night there was a strong smell of jasmine.


"Aja kuwatir anak putu, wis mulih, kabeh wis aman, mbesuk aja nganti afternoon, amarga iki minangka transition our nation sing ora katon. (don't worry my grandson, they have returned Everything safely, everyone is safe, next time don't let them play until evening, because that's the switch for our supernatural nation out.)"


"mature worship of Mbah Putri," replied Arkan cupped his hands and suddenly Wulan's body was limp.


Raka hurriedly caught his wife so as not to fall, all the residents were confused, the article was already half eleven at night.


"now, we go to the bamboo garden, please continue to ring all the tools you carry," Aryan's message leading the citizens.


Raka was among the residents to bring Wulan home, because the woman really needed a break.


they also headed to the bamboo garden, from afar there was a sound of crying, the residents ran to the sound.


it turns out that it was true that the seven children who had disappeared were crying there, Aryan and Arkan could see the figure of nyi linting.


a red woman with long hair, and long black nails.


the woman stared angrily at the sight of the parents hugging their child.


"thank you nyi linting, have returned all the children to their parents" Arkan's inner voice.


"scroll matur marang wong tuwa kabeh, aja nganti dolanan children late, yen ora can ngopeni, let's dakurusi. (please tell all their parents, please, don't let your kids play forget about time, joka can't keep, let me take care of them.)"


"well nyi." replied Arkan and Aryan together.


they also want to go home, but unfortunately when they want to leave, there are dozens of pocongs that block all residents.


"dead .. dead .. dead..."


"son of Arkan, son of Aryan what is it? why do they keep saying die." said RT's scared.


"calm sir, our degrees are higher than theirs, bismillah let us face them first, and please help us with prayer,"