The Bukit Atas Heritage House
FRIDAY NIGHT AT KLIWON

Friday night kliwon is a night that is often associated with the emergence of subtle creatures. It was also the topic of conversation mas Parjo and mas Tono this afternoon.

The wind that hit the leaves and the gurgling rain that fell since this afternoon, making the atmosphere of the night increasingly gripping.

"Jo, koq I feel different tonight."

"Yes, I just wanted to say that. My feeling is also not good je, it feels like that, nih see the fur I sit all up," said Parjo, while showing the feathers in his hands that are seen standing.

"Jo..this Friday night what to?."

"But I see" Parjo went in, and came back with a frightened face.

"Fum'at Kliwon mas."

"E lha is.pantes just feels different."

"What's different about mas, make me afraid until soon."

"Lho I'm not lying Jo, said the old men, it's the night of the gentle creature haunting.".hiyyy."

I, who had heard their conversation, was intending to try them out. Slowly I settle the precipitate, and when my body is right behind them, I silently sculpt and make a sound like a groan.sakitttt.

"Jo, you hear people moaning ?."

"Yes mas.suaraannya very deket ya."

Parjo and Mas Tono, turned their heads slowly, and when their eyes found someone standing in white clothes, they suddenly shouted.

huaaa.

They fell over. Seeing them, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Bwahahaha...hahahaha, surprised huh ?."

"Mas Linggar made a surprise. Now my heart is about to be dislodged," murmured Parjo.

Mas Tono, rubbed his sore knee.

"Geez, don't do it ah mas, the situation is like this too."

"Eh mas, ati-ati if you say, pamali tau, you later."

I just smiled, responding to their chatter.

"Mas Parjo, coffee please."

"What's the cold den?" joked Mas Parjo

"Like it."

Then mas Parjo went inside, followed by mas Tono. Suddenly a hand offered me a cup of coffee. I am cool with the game, accept it and put it in front of me.

"Thank you, I'm so sorry."

There is no lawfulness. Fifteen minutes later, mas Parjo came carrying three cups of coffee, in after mas Tono who brought a boiled sword.

"Loh mas Linggar, koq makes his own coffee."

"Loh make mas Parjo who loves me."

"Eh mas, I'm the same as Tono nih, new dateng, this brings hot coffee as hard boiled."

I kept quiet, and thought who gave this coffee to me.

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The chant of the holy verse that Fatimah read, made my heart fit. Fatimah's voice, really melodious. With a beautiful face, shalihah and manners, it seems to be created by God specifically for me, to make my days, and to give children who are righteous and shalihah.

"What's the matter with Linggar?, why bother?, let's teach."

"Yes kyai. Frankly I was not good at teaching, from a small I lived with bi Inah, because my parents had died, and I was never taught to teach, because even Bi Inah, was not good at teaching."

Kyai Hasan patted my back.

"It's never too late, son. If life is already in the throat, regret is no longer of any use."

I nodded, and promised to start teaching. Kyai Hasan understands my condition, and can accept my shortcomings.