Story of Mystery 2
Tapi stone

Seno looked at the weakly rolled man in the bed next to whom he sat down. The age of the man was less than fifty years. Kumolo. There was no family connection with Seno, but Mr. Kumolo was a friend of his late father.

"Will it be Seno? The eldest son of Marto's late son?" asked the old man in a weak voice.

"Yes sir, it's my Seno."

Kumolo's eyes opened slightly wide, watching the young man sitting beside his bed.

"Drink, I'm thirsty..."

Seno picked up a glass of water on a small table, drinking it slowly on the old man. Once it is taste enough, the glass is returned to its original place.

Strength seemed to appear after Kumolo drank the water, his body twitched, shifting his position somewhat raise his head kebalal.

"You're my best friend Seno's son" Ki Kumolo said again.

"True Ki." replied Seno while nodding his body.

Ki Kumolo directed his view to the ceiling of the room. "Your father is a great man Seno, a great man."

Without waiting for the reaction of the young man, Ki Kumolo's mouth opened again, "Marto was very diligent in the science of kebatinan and did tirakat.hmm, I can say, no man was able to match him at that time."

Ki Kumolo briefly stopped his speech, cut off because he coughed. Seno deftly took a glass filled with water, and again drank it.

"Thank you." said the old man as he wiped his lips. His eyes looked at Seno's face fixedly, "You really have the look of your father Seno."

The young man was silent, he himself did not remember the faces of his parents. His father died when he was five years old.

"Ki, if you shouldn't rest, I see your breathing is a bit heavy" said the young man. However, he was concerned about the condition of his late father's friend. Ki Kumolo's body is thin, only with bone-clad skin. So was his face, his eyes so sunken, making his appearance much older than his current age.

The man lying weakly in bed shook his head, "No Seno. Maybe you see my condition now like a living skull, but you know what? In my youth I was a strong man. Can you believe what I said Seno?"

"Sure Ki."

"Twenty years ago Seno, twenty years ago, all I wanted was to get," a faint smile seemed to grow on the old man's lips. "All the beautiful women craze me, the treasures are so easy to find, and all who meet me are submissive and respectful. Can you believe Seno?"

"Yes Ki, I believe."

"But I got it all in a bad way."

Seno's forehead shriveled, "I mean Aki?

Ki Kumolo turned his face back to the young man, "That's why I asked you to come here Seno." Ki Kumolo's hand was then raised half-pointed, "Open the desk drawer next to Seno's headboard, and take the handkerchief pack inside."

Rushing the young man obeyed the order, he got up and opened the desk drawer where he had put the drinking glass. As soon as the drawer opened, a bundle of handkerchiefs appeared, he grabbed the object and showed it to Ki Kumolo, "Is this Ki?" tanyakanya.

A heavy sigh was heard when the handkerchief was opened slowly by the old man, another shock in his hand appeared to be a black object. A rock.

Ki Kumolo observed the thing linger, his eyes looking so admiring it.

"You know this thing Seno?"

"Stone Ki."

"Yes a stone, but not just any stone. You know, since this stone is in my hands, everything I want must be realized, a special stone..."

Seno did not know what to say, he himself did not understand all kinds of stones. His arrival here was not because of a stone, just a request from Ki Kumolo's wife who asked him to visit her sick husband.

"But this stone is not mine, it's just a deposit, you know who owns this stone Seno?"

"Don't know Ki" replied the young man accompanied by a sledgehammer.

"Your father, your father was the owner, he just left it to me before he died..."

Ki Kumolo's eyes suddenly looked teary. "Oh Marto. You put this stone on me, instead I cheated by keeping it decades for its own sake. Because I know the privilege of your stone is Marto.."

The man seemed to dissolve in his emotions, perhaps he remembered his best friend, Seno's late father.

"And now, this is the result that I have borne, ten years I have been punished with lame disease, must be because of my sins." he continued with trembling lips.

"Ki, calm down Ki." comfort Seno.

Ki Kumolo glanced at Seno at a glance and turned to look at the stone in his hand, "I have long wanted to return this stone Seno, but every time I change my mind, too, this stone has its own charm every time I look at it."

"Why not Ki, if you want to keep having it there is no problem for me, besides you are a friend of father, I certainly do not mind the stone remains in your hands Ki."

"No Seno, this time my resolve was round, I must return this stone to you, for you are Marto's eldest son," finished saying, the man rolled up the stone with a handkerchief, put it briefly on his stomach, then he turned to Seno. 'Take it."

Seno hesitates to welcome the object, but finally he receives a handkerchief bundle, looks at it for a moment and puts it in his pants pocket, "I accept Ki."

The old man smiled, "Finally Seno, finally the stone is in the hands of its rightful owner, I can relax now."

Seno nodded slowly. Some time they were still talking, until the time the young man was alone, not forgetting he left words of encouragement to Ki Kumolo.

After his death from the home of his late father's friend, Seno headed straight home, approximately two hours distance between where Ki Kumolo lived and where he lived. Once at home, he almost forgot the handkerchief containing the stone, as soon as he remembered the handkerchief in his pants pocket, curious to see what kind of stone Ki Kumolo thought had that privilege. But as soon as the handkerchief opened, he did not find the stone, although many times in the examination of the bag of pants, still the stone was not found. Where is the stone? Think Seno.

At Ki Kumolo's house, the old man remained weak lying on the bed, it was getting dark. His eyes that were closed opened. He looked at the ceiling of the room. His hands are seen rubbing his concave stomach, a few moments later raised his hands, his eyes look at the stick of the object that is now between his index and thumb. A rock. The black stone. Her lips revealed a smile, "You're too special, so special."

So-called.