
"you guys are talking about gathering here" asked a middle-aged woman out of the car saw a man also coming down from the front door ,let me open my eyes with a gaping mouth
"dad ..." exclaimed I immediately rushed into his embrace, father also welcomed me in his arms by continuing to rub my head
"Nuri kangen, sorry Nuri rarely see father" I said in my father's arms
"yes it's okay, how are you doing okay right ?" ask dad, I nodded while talking
"yes Nuri's father is fine, they take care of Nuri very well"
"thank God " glad dad
"why can you be with me ?" tanya mas Rifki, yes the middle-aged woman was my mother Goddess mother-in-law, alias her mama mas Rifki
"so mama accidentally met at the red light there" said Mama Dewi
"you tumben come when I don't exist ?" ask mama Dewi to look at Bu Laras
"you from anywhere, the problem is finished just appeared" said Ms. Laras
"problem" said Mama Dewi and father who immediately took off his embrace from me
"what's the matter?" ask the Goddess later
"we talked inside "take Bu Laras
Now we are in the middle room , took Marni joined after bringing some drinks for us.
"so what's the matter really ?" ask mama Dewi, the father who is also like her wants to know just silence listening
Bu Laras also returned to tell the problem in great detail, including my friendship with ghosts . hadeuuh why also Bu Laras had to tell that .
"astaghfirullah halazim.all residents said that ..." exclaimed mama Dewi looking furious.
"yes but now the problem is finished, people who spread slander have been known " said I
"does the man leave it to the police ?" ask the Goddess again but I shake
"why not , that person has gone too far loh ...then if he goes back to acting how ?" cetus mama Goddess again
"he's just a ma'am, he's paid to incite citizens" said mas Rifki
"then who's the culprit, do you know ?" ask the Goddess
"just a guess, but whoever it is we leave it all to the one above " I say while sipping a sweet drink made from the original melon fruit drinks that I like lately
"so true to my guess about the ghosts" said the father suddenly
"do you mean dad ?" I looked at the man I loved most besides my husband
"when in the village actually I like to see there are two ghosts nangkring on the roof of our house, so I like to feel afraid if I go to the bathroom alone, alone, I've also seen you talking to yourself and there are other shadows in the mirror but faint, in addition Dede likes to talk if your friends are very creepy , so I'm guessing if you're friends with them "
"i ..iya father ...Nuri ...friend the ghosts , but ..they are good ko, they always take care of Nuri" I said
"have they never done anything strange to you, like asking for offerings or forbidding you from worshiping ?" ask dad again
"father calm down they're not like that "my mouth anymore
"you ... have a ghost friend" said the mother Goddess seemed surprised
"not Nuri ma, but we, I and Nuri we are friends with those who are invisible "pronounced mas Rifki
"what....se since when , indeed you can see ghosts ?"
"when I get to know Nuri, Nuri brings a lot of changes to me ma, thanks to her I can know what it means to appreciate, love and love" said Rifki staring at me , I also smiled and looked down
"then what ghost are you friends with ?" ask Mama Dewi a little doubt
"Wowo ,Official & bang Popo" I said
"what kind of ghost does mama mean ?" ask the Goddess
"genderuwo, pocong, and red kuntilanak" continued Rifki
"yeah...."
"what...."
brukkk
brukkk
suddenly Mama Dewi and mbok Marni fainted together
"astaghfirullah halazim..mas ..this how ?"I panicked
"ma..mama ..." I shook my mother-in-law's body alternately with Marni's mbok
"haaah.
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Next day
When the sun has shown its warm light, I with mas Rifki walk casually on the streets of the complex, because the doctor said I have to walk at least two or three times every morning ,to make it easier during my birthing process later.
Since today is Sunday , mas Rifki so have a lot of time for me, mas Rifki was promised if on holiday mas Rifki will not take care of anything ,just gonna take care of me, and it's been proven from the weeks before.
"we rest first "give me Rifki to lead me to sit on a small bench under a cherry tree on the side of the road
"lumayan" I said
"are you thirsty ?" ask Rifki again
"is there anyone here who sells drinks ?" ask me
"there is a ko, there is a small shop there" said Mas Rifki referring to a simple house
Just found out I was in this complex neighborhood there was also a house that was as simple as that, because most of the houses here were one or two stories tall.
"you wait a minute, I won't be long" said Mas Rifki
"ehm ..don't miss me for long" I said
"ah baby, you could be, okay I won't be long, wait a minute yes, wait papa ya, keep mama as long as papa buy drink " said Mas Rifki talking to the baby in my stomach while touching my stomach
While I was waiting, suddenly my ears caught a baby's cry, I looked behind me ,apparently there was a mother who was trying to calm her baby who kept crying .
But as soon as I gasped at the sight of a male ghost near her, I felt I could not bear to see her, so I moved to approach the mother .
"assalamualaikum" I said
"waalaikum salam" he said
"this is the baby why, Mom?" ask me if I'm stale
"don't know, it's from last night crying continues not to stop, if it stopped for only a few minutes, and immediately cry like this "his answer, looks once this mother is exhausted because
"may I help calm her down, ma'am, I see you're so exhausted" I bargained, and apparently she doesn't mind at all
I immediately grabbed the tiny body into my arms, occasionally glancing at the ghostly figure .
"why do you keep bothering this baby, who are you ?" ask me in my heart
"i'm the father of the baby, I'd love to fondle and invite him to play, but fate willed another, I died before the birth of his "shirih
"but pity her baby, love her mother too, they did not sleep all night, see her face pale as a result of lack of sleep "say me again
"yes I know , but.." her words stopped.
"yes I also understand, but there is good you do not like this because you are different nature, you calm down in nature there , just trust your children and wives to live well, trust them in Allah, let Allah take care of them for you" I said
"alright but allow me to kiss my baby one last time" he asked and I nodded slowly
cup
"you are well, son, be a filial son to your mother and pray for your father there, take care of your mother" she said
A beam of light enveloped his body and in a matter of seconds the ghostly figure vanished without a trace.
"cup cup yes dear ...had stopped ya cry her "said me while swinging slowly the baby in my arms
I also recited some holy verses from the Quran, and broke the baby.
"sorry Mom, can you bring me some water, .in a glass only "my ink.
"for what ?" ask her
"make it drunk on the baby "my mouth
"but my baby is still exclusively not yet fed "
"just a little ko Bu, ga until a spoon ko" I said again
"all right, wait a minute, but don't you take my baby" she said
"mother take it easy, I am not a child abductor, I am also pregnant, so where might I do that "my answer
"hm .. alright "the mother went into her house in haste
jeez why come to mind that I will take his son running, ..
Before long the mother returned with a glass of water and a small spoon in her hand
"this ..."
I also welcomed the glass filled with water and then sat on a plastic chair without a backrest, and then I began to recite some Surah Qur'an, such as Al Baqarah, Annas, ayat kursi, and, and the other surah , after that I blew water in the glass 3 times, then I scooped a little water and not to the full , just a tip of the spoon , 3 times ,and immediately drank it on the baby in my lap, and the rest of it I rubbed on the crown and the soles of the baby's feet .
The baby's cry stopped immediately and instead looked at me without blinking, then the baby smiled, making me anxious, when I kissed her .
"Alhamdulillah ma'am, baby mother has calmed but ..." My speech was cut because it turns out mas Rifki approached me
"apparently you're here, I was looking for this, I thought I'd gone home first "
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