Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman
Bab34s. Suseno Heru

The chirping of the kneeling birds were mutually unpretentious, waking Heru from his deep sleep. He walked out of the room through the dark atmosphere of the house as well as the Clinic owned by Jagad alone.

It has become a habit, Aryo's domestic birds will chirp at certain hours. As of now, the clock has shown at half 3 in the morning.

Heru staggered towards the bathroom with a towel draped around his neck. As usual, Heru always takes a bath before performing tahajud prayers. In addition to not being sleepy, Heru also did not want to face God in a less appropriate situation. It's a dream, isn't it?

After bathing, he immediately held a prayer mat beside the bed. He solemnly performed his worship, followed by chanting holy verses that sounded so beautiful until dawn.

After the dawn prayer, Heru immediately came out of the room following Jagad who was training while recovering his energy.

It looks like a universe that is being pushed up in the backyard of the house, by just wearing sweatpants without wearing clothes. Shows his burly muscles poking out. Creating a beautiful scenery for Nyi Kinasih who was apparently watching him from a distance.

His smile expanded as the Jagad began to stand, revealing his chest of fields as well as his six pack stomach. "God never messed around in creating his creatures" muttered Nyi Kinasih in heart.

"Astagfirullah .. not muhrim!" said Heru as he pierced through Nyi Kinasih's body just like that.

"Ishh ... you little boy! Destroying the scenery," said Nyi Kinasih.

"Wear clothes, Mas! Afraid that someone will shake to see your torn bread" said Heru as he threw the shirt at Jagad without caring about Nyi Kinasih's annoyance.

"Hahahha ... your lambs vibrate!" reply the Jagad while wearing his shirt.

They both continued the morning exercise while occasionally joking. Because wherever there is a Heru, there will be jokes and laughter that accompanies it.

"Mas Gun when you're back, Mas?" ask Heru.

"Eitherway! His family still needs thunder there. After all, Thunder should be there, right?" jagad.

"Yes too. It's been too long since Mas Gun ran away from responsibility. Pity also Mr. Bas, at a young age who is no longer have to take care of the Hospital that should be the responsibility of Mas Guntur," continued Heru.

"He has his own reasons, why he did not want to be involved in the affairs of the Hospital until now," Jagad said.

"Oh yeah, when I was waiting at the hospital yesterday. I feel rich there's something weird about it, Mas." Heru tried to remember something.

"What a weird?" ask Jagad.

"Yo don't know! Strangely enough, the rich are watching from afar. I'm not comfortable in the hospital anyway," explained Heru.

"Uhm ..your feelings only time, Her. You're the first time you've been to the Guntur family's Hospital" said Jagad. He actually knew, a lot of invisible entities were trying to get close to Heru because they already knew who Heru really was. They are creatures who were once involved in the tragic deaths of both Heru's parents and Thunder.

"I've heard that the Hospital used to be the target of witchcraft from its founders who fought each other for power, really not really?" ask Heru.

"Where are you from?" ask Jagad.

"Actually when I was in college majoring in health, my father was eager not to work at the hospital, Mas. You just said, if the owner died because of his own partner. I just found out that it belongs to Mas Gun's parents while working here," explained Heru to Jagad.

"Oh!" Jagad only answered briefly Heru's words while hanging on a tree with his feet.

Thunder never brags to anyone about who his family is. So that his friends no one knows about his parents, other than Jagad.

They only knew, Thunder came from a very rich and quite influential family. Without knowing his dark story.

"Sampean wasn't it the general practitioner there, was it? Why choose to leave? Is it not dear?" ask Heru again.

"First, because I see you working alone here. Second, because non-medical patients who come here more and more days. So I prefer to focus on the clinic alone, know for myself how busy the same business dedemit," explained Jagad.

"Uhm, honestly sometimes I feel tired of dealing with them too. But-" lamented Heru.

"But how are you going? Our rich people, it's hard to make another rich normal work. Always faced with things that are beyond reason," cut the Jagad.

"Well that. I used to work at the hospital and I was almost stressed. Every day is disturbed, be asked please, until I can not focus my work. Fortunately just when I came here, Mas Jagad same Ibuk want to nerima me, hahahaha .. " said Heru followed by his last laugh.

While the two of them were busy chatting, suddenly Heru felt a strange feeling in him. The coldness spread from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head, making his body slightly tremble due to the energy within him.

"What's wrong?" ask Jagad.

"What a strange thing, my energy suddenly felt a danger so great approaching" answered Heru.

"You sure? Why don't I feel anything?" wonder Jagad.

"I don't know, but my energy is only active when I'm in a really dangerous situation" Heru explained.

Tin ... tin ...!

The sound of a car horn from the front of the house surprised Heru and Jagad. They both looked at each other.

"That's Thunder?" ask Jagad.

"Oh, it looks like it is." Heru held his chest that felt so painful as the sound of footsteps sounded closer.

Jagad felt a little anxious to see the condition of Heru. He tried his best to neutralize the energy in his friend, so that no one else could be suspicious.

"Woy ... what is it?" someone called them from the lips of the back door of the house.

Jagad and Heru looked at each other, making sure that it was indeed the voice of someone they knew.

"M-mas Gun ...." Heru's face flushed red, enduring the strange whirring in his increasingly felt blood stream.

"Where's Fahmi? any better?" ask Jagad.

"Alhamdulillah, there are only mullihin body condition," explained Guntur as he walked closer to Heru and Jagad were. "Oh yes, sir, ask you to play at home. Today the clinic's closed, isn't it?"

The tightness in Heru's chest grew as Thunder approached him. He was no longer able to withstand his increasingly uncontrollable energy.

"Sorry, I'll go to the room first, Mom!" said Heru as he left Jagad and Guntur who had just sat beside him.

The Jagad just stared intently at Thunder, trying to figure out what really happened. Surprisingly, he felt nothing clinging to Thunder. Only the eyes look more beautiful than usual. "Ah, maybe she's just exhausted," her inner self.

"Opo anyway, Mas? I used to do it!" thunder Protest upon seeing the strange gaze of Jagad. "Yes, I'm so tired."

"Tumben's tired?" timpal Butcher while turning his face.

"Last-lately I've had strange dreams ...," said the hanging thunder.

"What?" The corn looks so serious.

"Uhm, I'll tell you later. I am also still not sure this is a bad sign or just a dream because of fatigue" said Guntur.

In the room, Heru was struggling to calm down. He did not want the Mustika energy he had to take over and control him.

"Why does this Mustika keep vibrating?" tanya wonder Heru while opening the nightstand drawer where the musty is stored.

There were 2 Mustika that were vibrating, emitting reddish rays that were so dazzling to the eyes.

"Be careful, that person is dangerous." A whisper was heard softly in Heru's ears out of nowhere.

Heru took his prayer beads, then he recited the prayers to control the energy within him. Sweats flowed profusely soaking into the shirt he was wearing. Clearly, he was trying hard to control his new energy so great. The energy of the two Mustika snakes belonged to Broto, who seemed to always follow and would not escape from it.

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