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The door was pushed hard, Juju immediately stepped into Nilam's room. It was a bad feeling that he was back here. Immediately seen by him Sacred sat beside Nilam, patting gently on the girl's cheek.

Juju approached to see Nilam upright in place with round eyes, then holding his stomach bent like holding back nausea.

“Loe why, Ni?” Juju pushed the Saints who were shocked confused to see the state of Nilam, to stay away.

“Hoekk!”

The slouched patch pressed against the stomach that felt surging, something moved up to the chest. Juju opened the plastic taken from the table mounted to Nilam's lap. Pat patiently patting his back, while lightly kneading his shoulders hoping for Nilam's nausea to decrease.

“If there is anything equal Nilam elo should be responsible!” threaten Juju to Suci, who she knows is behind her.

The saint was indeed standing in a corner, docked to the wall. The small knife that had been hidden in the shirt was again taken, his body trembled to hold something hot into the eardrum. I feel that there is a voice

it flowed from a distance, not the voice of the old man. Nope. The saint felt this like a fire near the ear.

Soon he went to the kitchen, feeling the heat increasingly spread throughout the body. After storing the pisuu on the kitchen table, he grew more agitated, pacing indistinctly while covering his ears.

A few minutes ago ….

Juju who was heartbroken stepped gruntly to withstand the heat on the face. In addition to shame he also felt unattractive to be a man, had long tried to take the heart of Nilam, still considered as a friend by the girl.

He went into Babe's yard. Outside the deserted tumben, there is usually Mang Didin, Pak Min or Babe sitting around waiting for Dzuhur who will soon arrive. Juju decided to come in and ask for a drink to wet it

a dry throat due to deep disappointment.

It was like saying love but not responding. Pain, tightness. Juju just felt.

Juju's goals heard voices from the back room that were used as a mosque for families and workers at the Babe prayer house, also sometimes as a place to teach together. The room measures five by four meters, near a mini fish pond bordered by a barrier wall with a rear cost.

Apparently everyone gathered there, juju approached. The more clearly heard there was a clear voice as soon as the shahdu recited the holy verse. The voice was so eloquent, like the murottals he often heard. It makes the heart shake.

It seemed that all who gathered there were silent in solemn listening.

Who'sis that? ask Juju's heart to see the wide back of a man in light brown cocoa, sitting next to Babe.

Mang Didin who was sitting next to Juju immediately whispered, if it was his brother Hanif Fakhri just came this morning from Cairo. They told me a lot about the incident that happened to Nilam, so since Hanif taught, and uninvited they crowded closer, because the voice of the young man felt good to hear, said Mang Didin. Juju nodded in agreement, Hanif's voice was indeed very clear, his breathing could be long without sounding stifled.

He knew his cousin was back.

Maybe this is the way to help Nilam, he thought. As soon as I remembered Nilam's name, there was a bad feeling of peeling.

There's a Saint in Nilam's room.. Stupid why did you leave?! His curse to himself. Juju immediately turned back to the back.

Sure enough, Nilam is not safe here. Now the girl was getting more and more unable to resist something urgent going out of her mouth. Juju quickly put plastic in front of the girl's mouth. Come out all along with sweat droplets falling from the temple.

Juju turned his back as soon as he saw what was coming out of Nilam's mouth. Like rice mixed with black caterpillars is quite large. Shuddering the young man immediately tied his plastic mouth.

Nilam looked relieved, there was nothing else churning in there. He rested his back on the pillow.

“Haus ...," he murmured weakly.

Juju immediately got up, threw the plastic into the trash can in front of the room, then returned to bring Nilam a glass of water.  Nilam spent it soon.

Juju rubbed the girl's temple sweating with a tissue.

“Is anyone sick?”

“Nothing, Ju. Why not leave?” Apparently it's back to the way it was, this is a special soft tone of voice. Juju was relieved.

“Later wait mepet shift change hours ..” Squatting closer to equalize with Nilam, Juju said again, “Sorry you have left, I have not pa-pa, really. We're still good friends ‘kan?

Nilam nodded with a smile on his lips. “You are my best friend, Ju," Nilam said. Then as if remembering something the round-eyed girl swept a glance around. “Eh, Where is the sacred?”

“At the very back,” replied Juju of origin. Though it was fitting into the kitchen he did not see Saints there.

Let's go, people, if you need to disappear! he swore in his heart.

“But you're okay he ‘kan, Ju? Sacred is my friend from childhood.” Nilam's eyes looked at Juju with a pleading look.

“Yes, I'm okay. I want Azan, but I am ahead first. Loe if strong wake up prayer too, yes.”

Juju out going to Babe's house, congregation with the others.

Meanwhile, Saints felt a heat that had not subsided. He has since entered the bathroom occasionally rubbing the surface of the skin around his ears with tub water.

Especially when Nilam forced himself to pray by staying because he still felt weak to stand. The saint felt increasingly tormented to have been in the room.

You must complete your task!

The voice continued to echo mixed with the heat felt by Holy ears.

Soon, Juju returned to Nilam's room after the prayer. He brought food from Maemunah and a paper containing the reading of the Ruqyah verse that Hanif had given. Nilam must be able to fortify himself, strengthen the faith, so his brother's message was to be conveyed.

After giving it to Nilam and leaving for the restaurant, Juju took a step back. Curious where that Sacred existence seemed to disappear.

The young man settled down, bringing his eyes closer to the crack of the door.

Long hair floats in a tub of water more than a meter high. Juju's eyes widened,

his heart raced fast.

Nilam's fear of blame if he knew his friend was to death splashed. It can be thought that he killed.

The young man took a long, short breath, all like a dream in his view.

He stepped forward slowly, ensuring the sight.

The same instant the face covered in hair suddenly came to the surface.

“AAAAAA!!”

Juju gasped until she fell to the floor after hitting the bathroom door.

 The sound of a door leaf blow and Juju's stomping body shocked a long-haired person in the tub. Hands brushed off the hair covering his face, seeing the handsome young man looking at him in fear.

“Astaghfirullah, I thought you were dead. Shit!” Juju cursed while standing back up.

He's back out of the bathroom.

“What's up?” Nilam appeared with slow steps down the wall.

The two men said they were not ready to answer. The saint then stood up, trying to get out of the tub. His skin shriveled and paled due to too long soaking.

Seeing that, Nilam rounded his eyes at Juju.

“Juju, are you Holy?!” tanyanya while glaring.

“He himself entered there. Careful, Ni, this loe dude is weird!” juju said in a dislike tone. His eyes dodged at the trembling Saint embracing the body. The woman looks cold.

“Suci?” Nilam stepped forward, reaching for his towel to hang, to be worn by the Saints.

He asked his best friend to change quickly and would bring a change of clothes for him.

“Weleh, most just pretend. Let loe kasian it, Ni,” Juju mocked the way the Saints look not save guilt.

He was sure that the round food that Nilam spewed out earlier must have been a Holy gift. If he were Nilam's husband, he would have ordered the woman out of here immediately.

Unfortunately, Juju is nobody but a friend.

Nilam did not change Juju's chatter, he went to the room looking for clothes in the Holy bag to change. At a glance his movements came to a halt, stunned at the contents of the bag.

Urung took the Holy clothes, then Nilam opened his closet, took his long-sleeved shirt and cloth pants, took him to the bathroom.

“Replace this only, Ci,” murmured slowly while thrusting into the hands of the Holy One who opened the door a little.

Step dragged the weak Patchouli back into the room. Juju without a word of standby was by his side.

“Already, Ju. You go away. It will be late not good with Mr. Hwa.”

Juju held Nilam's arm, directing the girl to face him. “Gue fared loe, Ni. I think

you can't leave before you tell the girl to leave. Loe-“

“Ju, just relax, I will not pa-pa,” Nilam interjected, my eyes are pointing straight at Juju. “Message

Bang Hanif I'll do as much as I can. I don't want you to get sick because I'm worried about my situation.”

For a moment they sat without a word.

“Loe, sure?” juju asked half a whisper.

In addition to his affection, Juju also felt sorry that he could not do anything to release Nilam from the entanglement of black magic in his body. Although the necklace has been discarded, Nilam will not be separated with the presence of his friend here. I don't know what else is going to happen, because something invisible is hard to prove.

Juju's wide palms encapsulate Nilam's cheeks. “Fitness yourself loe well, Ni.”

A nod and a little smile Nile calmed him down a little. Juju paused after rubbing the head of the girl.

After changing clothes earlier, the Sacred eyes quietly watched them from behind the wall.

It is seen how easily Nilam is loved ....

Had thought Juju would be angry and hate the girl for her love rejection, it turns out that Saints are wrong. His chest holds hasad.

My job must be done! Screeched heart.

Connect ….

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