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PAREWANG 21

"Mirror, how the mirror can come back again. Didn't Ranum have taken her away!"

I really didn't think the mirror would come back. I hurriedly picked up a black cloth to cover the mirror.

I immediately told Ms. Dhe about the mirror, but Ms. Dhe didn't want to talk about it anymore. Maybe he is still traumatized by Ranum's death because of the mirror.

Because there was no solution from Bu Dhe I also tried to contact Abu Musa and tell him about the mirror and the death of Ranum.

Right after the prayer Isha Abu Musa came to my house. This time he came with his son.

I took him upstairs to look at the mirror.

Ash immediately approached the mirror and opened the lid.

Abu stood in front of the mirror and tidied up his clothes. Now he looked closely at his reflection in the mirror while reading a prayer.

I saw that he was sweating so that Zahid his son cleaned Abu's face with his handkerchief.

I soon saw Abu had finished praying.

"How's Abu?" ask me curious

The man let out a long sigh, "Indeed this mirror is not an ordinary mirror, there are a lot of magical beings in it. Not just one but several. I haven't been able to throw it all out. You should sleep in my house tonight" said Abu Musa

"Then what about Mom?"

"Your mother and sister too, just tonight all staying at my house. Just in case, because from what I see is indeed this genie is very ferocious," said Abu Musa

After hearing Abu's words, I immediately cleaned my mother's clothes and our belongings as necessary for the purpose of a temporary stay.

Azam has also cleaned school supplies and clothes instead in Zahid's aid.

After everything was finished I immediately rushed to the residence of Abu Musa which was not far from the Mosque.

Ash gave us a large room to rest in. Because the room was quite spacious so we could sleep three.

Mom slept in the bed, and Azam and I slept on the mat.

Tonight before going to bed I took the time to meet for a while and worship like the advice of Abu Musa.

I saw that Mother and Azam had fallen asleep while my eyes had not been closed because my head was filled with various thoughts.

First I still think of Ranum, to be honest until now I still feel guilty for letting him carry the deadly mirror. Second I thought about the safety of my family, I was sure that my efforts to ask Abu for help to drive away the mirror guard would put my family in danger.

Just like Ranum, Mbah Sukardi, the Father and everyone who tried to save my mother.

The hour hand shows eleven thirty p.m. The breeze from the fan made my eyes slowly start to sleepy.

I then lay down my body beside Azam. Just a few minutes asleep suddenly I woke up to hear the sound of mother dimples.

The dimple rang loudly as if someone had intentionally rang it.

Although it sounded very horror, now I began to realize that the sound of dimples was a sign of danger.

I still remember hearing the dimples sound not long ago and it turned out the next day Ranum died.

Likewise, at the death of Mr. and Mbah Sukar, the dimples always sounded at night like giving a warning.

Now I think there will be danger waiting for us. Who will be the next victim.

Me or Abu Musa, or my brother Azam.

"Astaghfirullah is a bad thing, hopefully this is not a bad sign. May Allah always protect the family of Ky and also the family of Abu Musa,"

Because I could not sleep after hearing the dimples, I chose to pray at night.

Finished taking the ablution water I immediately held the prayer mat and stood up to do takbiratul Ikhram.

"Allahu Akbar!"

Everything felt quiet, quiet, just the ticking of the clock that sounded so obvious that night.

When I finished praying I chose to stay awake hoping my eyes would be sleepy so I could sleep again.

Sure enough, just a few verses I read my eyes already feel heavy.

This time I slept in a sitting position still holding the Qur'an.

Again I had a scary dream, in my dream this time I saw Azam playing in the warehouse behind the house.

I saw him play with Mbah Kung there.

Somehow I saw Azam did not look happy even though Mbah Kung gave him a lot of good food and also a variety of toys.

His face looked pale and his gaze was blank.

He looked so tired that there was a black mark under his eyes.

Seeing Azam as though soybean I was also inspired to take him home.

But I was just about to step inside suddenly someone grabbed my hair until my head formed a wall.

"Wake up, it's dawn!" I saw Azam wake me up while tugging at my shirt.

"Oh, it's morning!"

"Abu has been waiting for Mas to pray at dawn in Musholla" said Azam

After the dream I somehow thought I was reluctant to leave Mom with Azam.

Even though this is Abu Musa's house, my gut tells me something bad will happen if I leave them.

I immediately went to the bathroom to fetch water. When I finished coming to Abu, I told him my dream.

"I'm sorry that this morning I couldn't join the prayer at the mosque because I had to take care of my mother,"

"Well Fik, praying at home is okay what is important is praying. Yehudah if that's Abu pamit yes, assalamualaikum."

"Greetings waalaikum,"

I then invited Azam to pray together.

After the incident that happened to ranum honestly it made me more religious. Ranum's death seemed to remind me to change for the better. From what used to be prayer is still hollow now it has begun to be full.

I also prefer to spend my free time reading the Quran.

Like today after the dawn prayer I chose to stay up until morning, while Azam I saw he was doing his homework and schoolwork.

Because today I have to go back to work so I also contact Bik Sumi to take care of my mother again.

Because then I can work quietly. Why did I choose Bik Sumi, because only she understands my condition and also my mother. So I don't have to bother teaching him anymore.

Today the workshop was so crowded that I was exhausted until I forgot to eat.

Even I can only pray duhur after two in the afternoon.

After the dhuhur prayer, I got a call from the school that reported that Azam had fallen from his class on the second floor.

I hurriedly headed to the hospital where Azam was being treated.