The Bukit Atas Heritage House
FATIMAH

After the dawn prayer, I came to the Asep mang pavilion. Knock on the front door, tok..tok.tok.

"Mang Asep's. Where the hell is mamang, so early this is no."

I walked around to the side. As I passed the window of his room, I smelled incense. I tried to peek through the gap of curtains that were revealed a little..

aakkhh!!, I was shocked half to death, when a hand touched my shoulder, fortunately my voice was not too loud, it was mas Tono.

"What the hell mas," asked Mas Tono whispered.

The sound of splashing water rang out from the bathroom, it seemed like Asep was bathing.

"I'm looking at Asep mas, but he seems to be taking a bath. Eh mas, mas nyium smells of incense not really ?."

"Mas Linggar kemenyan sesaji."

"Just right, no, no" I asked.

Mas Tono nodded. Then I heard the sound of Asep mang coming out of the bathroom, I hurriedly pulled the hand of Mr. Tono, back to the front.

"What did Linggar mean earlier?, incense..mang Asep, ah.I koq confused mas," asked Mas Tono while scratching his head.

pstttt, I put my index finger to my lips, hinting at Tono, to stop asking.

Mas Tono understood my will, he was silent and did not ask much until Asep went outside.

cklek ..krekk, the sound of the door handle was opened from the inside, before long Asep's mang figure appeared with a look of surprise.

"Loh den Linggar, what is it?, it's been a long time?, sorry I was bathing earlier."

"Nothing mang, I'm also not in a hurry."

Then I said I meant to come this early. The look on Asep's mang face showed dislike.

"Indeed, what is the den in the house?, as long as mamang join den Ganjar, until now, there has never been a supernatural disturbance, just safe."

"Yes that's mang, I also do not understand why suddenly there are many strange events. I was thinking, it was just my hallucination, but at the peak last night mang, he almost hurt bi Inah, and it was really scary."

Mang Asep was silent, his eyes looked bright, then he slowly replied

"I don't really know kyai here, because I rarely take part in studies. I just watch this house every day."

"Oh that's mang. And then my mom's wife who was in the photo where ?."

Mang Asep looked wryly smiling.

"I'm not married yet, that's my boyfriend."

I just nodded, and there was no appetite to ask any further. I then invite mas Tono to find kyai to the next village. It is a bit far away, because it has to go down a landslide hill. Meanwhile Parjo, I told you to keep bi Inah and bi Narti.

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The sun has started to look bright, when me and mas Tono left for the next village. Bi Inah provided me with prayers and tears.

"Yes bi. Auntie calm down, I'm just going to the next village, not going to war" I joked.

Bi Inah smiled even though tears were visible in the corner of her eyes.

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I walked down the hillside. Along the way, I saw a sight that amazed me. The sunburst that appeared behind the hill, looked so beautiful, made my gratitude deepen.

"God willing, it's so beautiful, mas," I said, pointing to the view of the vast green tea plantation.

By midday, we reached the village. Tea plantation workers, starting to look and then. Until we finally met a girl who was taking a break.

"Assynolajet. Sorry tea interrupts, ask, kiyai's house is here where is it ?."

The girl raised her face, then opened the caping that covered her hair and desss, my blood rippled, as it looked at her face..

"MasyaAllah.pretty beautiful," my inner.

The girl smiled, a smile that I think is perfect, if taken the value from 1 to 10, the smile, according to me is in the number 9.5.

"Home is not far from here kang, let me take it," he said softly.

His body was slowly walking. She was hijab-wearing and wearing Muslim clothes, but it made her look beautiful.

"Through here kang," he said as he passed through the T-junction, until we finally reached the big house painted white.

"Assalamualaik."

"Koras."

A man, in white, came out of the house. The girl kissed his hand while introducing us.

"Abi, I'm looking for abi, so take between, he said there's a need."

The middle-aged man, who still looked handsome, smiled and let us in.

"Come in.please sit down !."

"Neng, please make a drink and prepare a meal."

"Both abi."

"That's my daughter, Fatimah's her name."

I nodded. Then without further ado, I told him my purpose and purpose in coming to this village, looking for kyai.

"Sorry Kyai, my name is Linggar, and this is my friend, mas Tono," I said.

"I'm Hasan, people used to call me Kyai Hasan, my wife has long since died, so I live only alone with my daughter Fatimah."

We then engaged in talks until the time before the dzuhur prayer, Kyai Hasan invited us to the mosque, to do congregational prayer.