Shaman Main
Treating Mother

Before Maghrib Aryo had arrived back at his house, as Aryo's previous plan was to bring Ibu Nur to his house.

"Mother." call Melati hug mother's limp body and help her get inside.

"Let Iyan carry Uncle's bag." Iyan took the bag containing her Mother-in-law's clothes from Aryo's hands, then put it in the front room with Melati and Bule Astri.

"This is Mel's mother's shirt." Iyan put it next to the bed.

"Yes Mas." replied Melati nodding.

Iyan moved out leaving those who were arranging pillows so that Mother was more comfortable.

"Yes." Aryo calls Iyan while sitting on the sofa, hinting that he wants to talk.

"Yes." Yeah." Iyan approached and sat down opposite.

"Arka came to your wife's house this afternoon, she was so angry that Melati wasn't home. And it looks like he already suspects that you are together, or maybe he already knows that you are married." explained Aryo staring at Iyan's face.

"I know Uncle, sooner or later Mas Arka will know." Iyan is not afraid, but a little worried if the target of the current Arka is Melati, considering Melati has promised to cancel their marriage.

"Yes, we pray to the mosque only. Then we'll pick up Ustadz Ahmad." Aryo postponed their conversation, hearing the voice of Adhan already reverberating.

The condition of Nur's mother who acted increasingly strange, more silence and sleep made Bule Astri pray alternately. Nur's mother did not want to talk, but once she spoke just cried and called the name Arka.

"Remember Mom, was not the mother diligent in praying before and often reminded Melati not to forget to pray?" Melati stroked Mom's hand.

"Mom did not forget, just being sad." replied Mother and returned to daydreaming.

Tired of Melati trying to convince and remember Mother that Arka should not be cried, this time Melati prefers silence, maybe the arrival of Ustadz Ahmad will be able to help Mother remember God.

Shortly after the sound of prayers from the mosque toa ended, the sign of the worshipers was finished.

"Assalamualaikum." Aryo's voice opened the door and said hello.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Please." Bule Astri's voice replied and let someone in, Melati sure if Uncle Aryo had brought ustadz Ahmad.

Jasmine came out of Mother's room, looking ahead ascertaining who was coming. Feeling bad with the appearance of not wearing a veil, Melati took Bule's scarf and wore it on the head, although not closed perfectly but covered the hair and was very harmonious with the long dress she wore.

"That's my niece, Iyan Rahendra's wife, Mbak Nur's son who needs your help" explained Aryo introducing Melati.

"Yes." ustadz Ahmad watched Melati, then Iyan who sat quietly beside Aryo.

"I'm sorry to bother Mr. Ustadz." Jasmine greets.

"It's okay, call me the same as your Uncle." replied Ustadz Ahmad smiling kindly.

A moment of silence, Melati went to the kitchen to make drinks for them.

"Uncle, may I ask you something?" suddenly Iyan broke the silence.

"Just ask, don't hesitate." replied Ustadz Ahmad casually.

"Let's Uncle, I recently found out that I'm not the son of my mother's father who raised me, but I was the son of a shaman who lived far from the village disappointed with my mother's departure. And later I realized that I had an unusual ability, even though I didn't want to but want to use it, including lately when I was dealing with someone who used black magic to finish me off, which is a young man who also likes my wife Melati. What do I want to know, what do I do with everything in me? I don't know myself, but I also find it useful to protect Melati" Iyan said of her confusion.

"Yes, man should not have powers beyond reason, but all things are because of an almighty will. You follow your heart, for a grass that grows is not without benefit, that is how God created all things on this earth. But if you're sure, you can come to me." explained Ustadz Ahmad.

But, Iyan was still curious about the figure of his father.

"Alright, looks like it's time to meet Ma'am Yu." Ustadz Ahmad asked Aryo to take Ibu Nur out.

"Don't you drink Uncle?" Jasmine had just put down a drink as well as a few pieces of cake on the guest table.

"Later, the mumpung has not yet canceled the ablution." replied Ahmad stood up, starting to approach Astri who had invited Nur's mother to sit in the living room.

"Assalamualaikum Mbak." said Ustadz Ahmad, looking down to greet Mother Nur.

Nur's mother looked at Ustadz Ahmad, her empty eyes now focused on the Ustadz.

"How are you, Mama?" ask Ustadz Ahmad again.

"Well." replied Mother Nur flatly.

"Who is Ma'am?" tanya Ustadz Ahmad pointed at Melati.

"Dark."

"Who is that then?" Ustadz Ahmad appointed Iyan.

Nur's mother did not want to answer, her face was flat and did not want to look at Iyan.

"She's Mom's daughter-in-law, a person who really loves and wants to take care of you, Melati and Mbak Nur." clearly Ustadz Ahmad then pulled a chair to be able to sit opposite the sofa where Ibu Nur sat leaning.

Mother Nur was crying.

"What's wrong Mom, what makes you sad."

"I feel sorry for Arka, Three years of caring for and loving Melati but instead in staying just like that, she's so sad, she's disappointed, I'm afraid Nak Arka committed suicide." Ibu Nur sobbed sadly.

"Who he said he wanted to kill himself, who was willing to kill Mbak Nur's son-in-law, or could hurt Melati, and it was real to torture the inner Mbak Nur. Doesn't Mama feel? Mama is sad until skinny dry, does not want to eat and forget to pray."

"No! Son Arka not so?" Ibu Nur challenged Ustadz Ahmad's gaze.

"Who said it?" Ustadz Achmad provoked the consciousness of Mother Nur.

Sure enough Mother Nur looked confused, she was looking around but as if she found nothing.

"Ada?" ask Ustadz again.

Mother Nur was getting confused.

"That's a subtle creature, who purposely accompanied Mbak Nur at someone's request." Ustadz Ahmad further confused Ibu Nur.

"I know you're tired, tired, cranky and sad. Ma'am should forget that feeling, remember and look, there's Melati also your daughter-in-law, they can't be happy if Mbak is like this." The Ustadz began to read dhikr in his heart, even since then his hand did not stop counting the bead called tasbih in his hand.

"Want to be happy?" ask Ustadz Ahmad again.

Mother nur nodded.

"We pray together." I say Istighfar a lot, Jagan broke up."