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PAREWANG 14

"God!" peekikku then I immediately jumped from the bed to hit the closet.

"Aww!" I rubbed my head which was painful

Thankfully not papa,

When I turned to the bed again, Mother's shadow had disappeared and I saw Azam had fallen asleep.

Thankfully, it was all an illusion.

I walked up to Azam and sat on the edge of the bed. I rubbed my brother's innocent face.

God, please protect my brother,

The hour hand showed me at half ten in the night, because I could not sleep so I continued reading Yasin who had been cut off.

When I was just reading a few verses, my eyes suddenly started to get heavy. Drowsiness always comes when I read the Qur'an, this is one of the temptations of the devil that I always feel.

"Sodaqollohul Adzim" I immediately closed the Koran in my hand and placed it on the table.

I laid my body down next to Azam who was snoring slowly.

I woke up when I heard the sound of mother's dimples ringing loud.

Indeed the sound of the mother's dimples has always been an alarm for us. It's only natural that I would wake up after hearing his voice. I thought it was morning, because usually Mom rings the dimple at five in the morning.

"Alhamdulillah, it's morning" I hurriedly got up and turned on the room lights.

But I was made aghast when I saw the wall clock that showed at one in the morning.

I thought my wall clock was broken until I searched my phone to see what time it was.

*Deg, not,

Turns out my wall clock wasn't broken, it's still midnight. Then why does the dimple sound, after all the mother is still in a coma so if not the mother who sounded it then who sounded the dimple these nights.

As soon as my hair stood up, thinking of who had rang the sacred dimple. I hurried to get a cotton swab and I put it in my ear so as not to hear the terrible dimples.

I closed my body tightly with a blanket and immediately I closed my eyes hoping I would fall asleep and early in the morning.

The night felt so long and scary that I just kept quiet and hoped the morning would come quickly.

"Mas, wake up!"

I felt someone shake my body while calling my name.

I opened my eyes slowly, and I saw Azam standing beside me.

"What time is it?" tanyaku lirih

"Hour 7 Mas" replied Azam

"Aren't you in school?"

Azam sighed and sat down beside me. "Now Sunday Mas" he answered

"Oh yes I forgot,"

"Semalem Azam dreams of meeting you, he says ask for it in the nose," said Azam with a huffed tone

We have not been on a pilgrimage to the grave of the Father for a long time. I was too busy taking care of Mom to not think about routinely menziarahi Father's grave.

"Jaudah, now we go to father Yuk's grave," I immediately went to the bathroom to clean up and went back to the room to get changed.

That morning, Azam and I visited the tomb of my father, not forgetting that I prayed that he would have the best of God and be forgiven for his sins.

I hold the tomb of the Father, I still remember how sad he died, making me sad again when remembering the incident, "Sincere father yes, all this is destiny. Life is dead someone has been outlined by the creator, no grudges, forgive mother and may you calm there. Insya Allah Fikri will often visit the Father and send alfatihah,"

I felt my tears suddenly dripping making me instantly remove them.

"I'm sorry that Fikri's got the mood, sir,"

I closed my eyes for a moment and read alphatiah to him. Do not forget to sprinkle the flowers I picked from the backyard above the belly of the Father.

After that I took Azam home. Upon arrival at home I immediately bathed my mother while waiting for Azam to buy breakfast.

Mother's face was a little more radiant after I bathed with the flower water given by Bu Dhe Suryati. It was as if the black aura that had been lingering on his face gradually disappeared.

This is the second time I used the flower water to bathe my mother. After breakfast I went straight to the square to look at the stall for a while, but there was Azam who was on school holidays.

After the coma of the mother, I rarely see the stalls, only occasionally when there is a substitute for looking after the mother.

I see the stalls getting quieter and quieter. I was thinking about changing the menu and changing the name, but the employees said there was no need. They always assured me that there must be a halal sustenance for them.

Sometimes I feel grateful for still having loyal employees guarding my warehouse even with a small income.

Suddenly the ringtone of my phone rang. When I picked up it turned out that my neighbor was telling me that Azam was possessed.

I rushed my motorcycle back home.

Surely upon arrival there I saw Azam was clawing at the walls of the house by using his nails to bleed.

I immediately ran and pulled his hand so as not to scratch the wall again.

"Istighfar dek, astaghfirullah hal adzim," he said

Azam chuckled at me.

His voice was so sinister and the look in his eyes, it was not Azam. I saw another person controlling it.

Luckily Abu Musa came as I began to be overwhelmed against Azam. After the prayer was read and rubbed his face Azam fainted.

I carried Azam's body and lay it on the living room sofa.

"Why can Azam be possessed?" ask Abu Musa

"I don't know Abu, because Azam I told you to take care of Mom because I have to look at the stall,"

"Hmm, if you go, you better not let Azam alone look after your mother. He is still too small so it is easy to be possessed by supernatural beings. Ask a neighbor to accompany him next time,"

"Good Ash,"

After that incident I did not dare to leave Azam alone in the house again. For some reason after I bathed my mother with the flower water given by Ms. Dhe many strange events that happened to us.

One of them is Azam who so often possessed, Mother also seems to not like when I bathe him with water. Once when I was about to bathe Mom, I saw Mom in the mirror standing grinning at me. Spontaneously I turned my face away and I saw that my mother was still lying on her bed.

Even so I continued the ritual because I was sure it all happened because Parewangan did not want if my mother healed.

Until one night, when I replaced my depleted mother's infusion. I saw the figure of a woman whose entire body was green with her enlarged stomach attached to the ceiling of Mother's room.

From his mouth dripped a thick black liquid that fell on his face to make Mom nervous because of difficulty breathing.

I'm scared, it takes courage to look around let alone help mom. I mustered up the courage to save Mother. I took out a tissue to clean the deep black liquid that was stuck to Mom's face. When I turned my head I suddenly saw that Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed.