Patience of the Heart Wulan
Chapter 22_

By driving a high-speed car does not take long for Damar to reach his yard. He rushed down from the car without any more care to close the door.

Running like a man being chased by a demon, until his feet stumbled and almost fell. Damar re-balances his body, regulating the breath that huffled Damar back to walk into the house. With his voice calling for his wife.

"German..."

"Navang Wulan...?"

Danum, who was sitting in the back garden, fed the aghast pigeons when he heard the loud voice of Mas Damar.

"Mas Damar?" muttered.

This teenager immediately scattered to enter the house, and saw a glimpse of Mas Damar entering the room by continuing to call Wulan.

"What's wrong?" Danum stood at the entrance of his brother's room. He saw Mas Damar as if he was looking around like a possessed man.

"Wulan where's Num, Wulan where?" Damar panicked, he was in the fog. It was as if his world was in the middle of nowhere.

"Lho said Mother, Miss Wulan went to the factory?" danum replied, suddenly seeing Damar holding his chest and turning to hold his head.

Damar felt his body very hot and his head throbbing violently, he echoed the istighfar in his heart while holding his head which seemed to be hit by a large chunk of rock. "It hurts so much..."

"Well, ono opo to Mas?" Danum immediately responded, when he saw Mas Damar as holding back pain by holding his head. "Eling Mas Eling. Istighfar Mas!" danum panicked.

"Astaghfiullah!" damar's groan uttered an Istighfar even though his lips were very heavy to say that.

The Holy Mother in the room had finished praying dhuhur, after reading the prayer and dhikr he came out of the room, to see what was going on. In front of Damar's room, his manik saw his eldest son holding his head together with a growling voice.

"Aaarhhh, it hurts, it hurts my head!" Damar growled like a possessed man. While holding his head.

"Mas, Mas Damar why? Why is it so painful to Mas?" Danum was in the fog in panic.

"And help your Mas sit down don't leave your Mas alone, keep him from leaving, I'll take the water." The Holy Mother still wore a mukena, seeing her son like that, Which mother did not panic.

The Holy Mother hurried to take the bag she had placed in the room. Then he walked into the kitchen and poured the water he had obtained from Ustadz Umar.

Danum immediately helped Damar to sit on the sofa in the living room. He continued to hold both shoulders of his brother so as not to leave, because Damar continued to rebel.

"Tenang Mas Damar, Istighfar. Mas Damar must remember the same Allah Mas, Mas Damar must fight the magic spell. Remember God, remember!" racau Danum reminded.

Not because it feels in Damar, he felt an extraordinary inner upheaval. He closed his eyes deeply, and felt as if two shadows were pulling him. One black shadow with red eyes, one white shadow sacrificed.

Mantras and remembrance echoed in both his ears. Damar smacked his ears. He felt something very disturbing.

Danum immediately restrained Damar's hand from hitting his head and ears. "Yes Allah Mas Damar, Eling Mas, Mas Eling. Istighfar Mas, eling."

The Holy Mother returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, then approached her eldest son and thrust the glass, but Damar blocked and brushed off the hand of the Holy Mother.

Almost this glass came off, Holy Mother let out a long sigh. Then read the short surah prayer. Such as Al-fatihah, An-Nas, Al-falaq, and the verse of the chair.

With all his might, Danum held Damar's hand so as not to brush off the water held by his mother.

"Drink son, drink." The Holy Mother led Damar to drink water. By leading her son to read the basmallah. "Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim."

Damar drank the water given by his mother. A sip of two sips of water passed through his throat. Damar feels tremendous relief, as do the arid trees in the Sahara desert that get a splash of rain.

Damar took over the glass, then drank it up the toilet. Sure enough, he felt calmer at this time, the breath that had been stirring was now more regular, no matter what happened to him. But for sure, Damar is better. Even though his head still felt heavy. Her net saw the look in Sacred Ma'am's eyes. It should have just flicked away the black curtain that covered the view. "Mother.." he muttered, then turned his attention to Danum who was standing next to him. "And..?"

Holy Ma'am and Danum breathed a sigh of relief. Danum immediately sat down beside Damar, then scattered himself to hug his brother. He is a sister who should miss the figure of Big Brother, because since childhood Damar is already like Father and Brother for him. So, when he heard that Damar was being harmed, he thought about it a lot.

"Mas Damar, Alhamdulillah." Danum unraveled his embrace and stared at Damar just another day from the day he had met. Despite what he felt, the negative aura was still there.

The Holy Mother smiled with relief, now Damar no longer turned his face when he looked at the face and the eyes of his son. "Alhamdulillah.."

Damar was confused he felt like a dazed person, why with Mother and also his sister looked so relieved as if he had just regained consciousness from fainting. Damar dizzy looking for the whereabouts of his beloved wife.

"Wulan where's Mom?" asked because he did not find Wulan.

Holy Mother was stunned to hear Damar ask about Wulan. "Didn't Wulan go to the factory, didn't you just meet her?"

Damar scrunched his forehead. "Wulan to the factory? Wh-wh-what for? Didn't the midwife suggest not to travel, she's pregnant big Mom?"

"Don't it be because of the influence?" chirps Danum.

"What's use?" Damar was astonished at Danum's words. His head was still dizzy, his sight had not fully recovered.

"Mom will explain later, about what happened to you. That you may be more self-conscious and firm and rely only on Allah." Holy Mother rubbed Damar's back, not only rubbed, Holy Mother also said remembrance repellent, so that the devil does not interfere with his son's mental health.

Damar immediately moved from his seat. He closed his eyes, and a glimpse of the memory of Wulan coming to the factory today. What the hell happened to me? I have to find Wulan, I'm afraid anything will happen to her."

Holding a sense of heaviness in his head, Damar moved but because it was not completely normal. He finally sat back down, not giving up. With the determination of all his heart and soul, Damar again stood with the help of Danum.

"I have to find Wulan, what kind of man am I." Damar began to move his legs, though staggering and unbalanced. Damar was eager to hug his wife. He touched the wall to perfect his path.

"Damar, but you're not okay, son, let Danum find Wulan, I'm worried about seeing you." The Holy Mother stood looking at Damar's back that had already walked towards the living room.

Damar stopped his steps, without turning his head he answered his mother.

"Don't stop Damar Bu, Damar has become a very cruel husband, Damar must apologize to him." somehow the speech slid smoothly from his mouth. But Damar did feel himself to have sinned against Wulan.

"Num, follow your Mas." not without reason, Holy Mother worried about the existence of Damar which is clearly affected by the use of which is not yet known who the sender. And also see the state of Damar who walked alone still staggering.

"Ready Bu'e." replied Danum ready for lightning. "I also want to see the harmony of Mbak Wulan with Mas Damar again." Danum sat down and walked over to Damar.

"Just use your motorbike Num." pinta Damar, he felt he was not in good shape to drive the car.

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