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Hey guys, some more parts will be over huh. Many still faithfully await the end of Nilam's story.

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Nilam walked quickly towards the house. He had met other people in the courtyard of the Holy House. They don't

it can help anything, or take out Holy possessions, because fire devours the building very quickly.

This girl was struck by the Holy story that had never told her anything before. Nilam's mind is divided

between the departed Saints and the circumstances of Hanif and Juju.

Some residents said that they had a clue of footprints in the forest, shoe tracks in the visible leaves. However, since it was already afternoon, the citizens would continue the search tomorrow.

This girl's heart guarantees everyone's hope, hopefully the two friends will be found safe soon.

As his feet stepped lightly, while feeling the shade of the trees on the side of the road, there was the sound of something crackling. Nilam was surprised when he looked up, spontaneously he ran fast as soon as he saw that big branch was about to hit his body.

A hard blow to the ground spread the branch fault, the leaves were scattered. Nilam's breath was momentarily restrained. He squeezed the trembling fingers, the repeated cries of gratitude he cried out for His need.

The tree seemed strong, how could it break instantly? nilam was full of questions.

***

Too strongly attacked in the ceaseless climbing of prayer, the old man sitting between the roots fell weakly groaning, coinciding with a darting shadow coming back to approach him. The guy squatted down touching his jaw.

“Your ability is nothing. It's just dying. How do you master everything? You know how I don't wear you!” he took off the face until it stuck back to the ground.

Without being able to answer the old man gnawed weakly. His breathing slowed and tight. The long breath he was looking for felt without air.

‘For wanting the woman ... I must die ...’ His heart said without sound

from a tongue.

Soon his blurred eyes closed perfectly, after the longest breath and stopped in a jolt of painful sounds.

However, the power of the devil cannot defeat the power of God. Unfortunately, this old man had not realized until his death.

The black shadow that used the services of the old man again shot up. He planned to act on his own.

***

Nilam chatted with Mak and Hwa in the living room, before going to bed. They discussed Hanif and Juju

not yet found. According to Hwa, their tracks stopped when they had entered too far in the forest, tomorrow they would return to the same place.

Nilam came back crying, guilt kept haunting him. Before long, he bothered to rest in Mak's room, while Hwa slept in his room.

Nilam performed Isha's prayers before going to bed. He could already calculate the direction of the qibla, as soon as he saw the location of the sun had sunk earlier. Seeing the girl solemnly pray until sobbing, Mak waited for her to finish asking.

Nilam lying on the side of his beloved woman, he tilted his body to freely look at Mak's face. Story

the girl flows, how her heart longs to know the creator. Tell me about Hanif and the Babe family.

Mak looks glazed, touched to hear his daughter much loving.

Nilam put a hand on Mak's stomach, grabbed the body and embraced the thin body. This girl started

pronouncing the names of God which further adds to the desire of his love for God. He listened while closing his eyes to fall asleep.

Nilam repeated several times with all his heart. Swish longing creeping heat up his eyelids, granules

warm flowed along with her stifled voice. He longs to hear again the clear voice flow .. also miss the young man who likes to scramble the tops of his head.

Hopefully, tomorrow's search will work. It was unthinkable what it would be like for them to survive there without eating and drinking ….

The girl fell asleep in the warmth of her heart, her face fixed on Mak's arm.

Towards midnight, something cold moved touching the tip of his foot. Nilam woke up, but his heavy eyes opened. He moved his legs, turned his back, then went back to sleep.

Nilam was still asleep when he felt something cold again touch his calf skin, crept slowly up, felt long and continued to move up to the stomach. The girl gasped when she opened her eyes. Buying it he saw a black snake looking up, pointing at his face.

Nilam's body was stiff, unable to move. He was shocked to scream, but his tongue was a little. His heart tried to pray and forgot what it was going to do.

Nilam's body could not move, seeing the snake rising up to the chest. He closed his eyes as hard as he could, holding his breath as the beast began to scour the cheeks. The heart tries to remember the sentence istighfar, baby until the snake passed his head he does not remember a single word.

When the animal moved away, Nilam was able to take a deep breath, setting it to calm down. Mak's arm tried to be touched, until the woman woke up.

“Why jumpy?” mak asked quietly, his eyes opened slightly looking at Nilam.

“A-there ... snake ...” Nilam curled up again, facing Mak, trying to the body of the woman whose eyes were now wide open.

“Ular? Where?” Mak thinks Nilam is dreaming.

Nilam said that there was a snake crawling his body. Hearing that, Mak immediately sat down. “Ya Gusti, what snake?” he asked directly around.

His gaze met the three beasts sprawling wildly on the floor, one of them coiled with his head pointed at them.

“Where did the animal come in from?” Mak's voice half muttered. The old woman reached for the rattan mattress-beater, under the mattress.

“Be careful, Mak.” Nilam sat down, talking from behind his mother's back.

Mak's hand movements seemed to be about to hit, scaring the animal but did not leave.

“Yes Allah, help us ...” Prayer flows from Nilam's lips. This girl looks at the wall clock, the needle shows the number one. He intended to pray at night if the snake went away.

Al-Fatihah, the only surah that Nilam memorized glided smoothly from his tongue.

One by one the slithering beasts twitched, then crept out of the room.

Mak who was still trying to drive away stopped instantly. The woman gawked in surprise, then quickly turned to Nilam. The child was closed until the corner of his eyes shrunk, continuing to say foreign words in Mak's ear.

The old woman immediately hugged Nilam. Just this time there was a snake entering the house even more than one. Can be interpreted as a sign of not being good for him as a village person, Mak felt anxious that something would happen.

The boy's mother hugged him for a moment.

“Mak don't worry, Nilam is now resigned to the same plan of Allah ..” whispered Nilam.

The girl who used to carry this cheerful atmosphere gently rubbed Mak's back. The body of a beloved woman who is increasingly frail, she hopes to find guidance, get the calm as she feels now.

Nilam spent the rest of the night in full surrender, until the estimated time of performing the Fajr prayer. In tears begging for safety for Hanif and Juju.

Nilam's request was the same as Babe's family waking up in a third of the night. Kyai Hamid in his cottage is also in the middle of Tahajud congregating with hundreds of santri, do not forget to pray Hanif and friends who have not been able to give news because they are not reachable communication signal.

The power of prayers is what makes Nilam strong guard the heart.

***

Early in the morning a boisterous sound made Mak and Nilam run out, leaving the cuisine for breakfast.

“Ki Arya died!” exclaimed the fathers delivered the news to Mak. Nilam looked at Hwa who had been outside the house.

The four residents told each other stories, meeting dead bodies under a banyan tree while looking for Nilam's friend. The dog they used to carry was pointed there. According to them, the man's mouth and eyes were open. His body also began to smell, presumed dead since yesterday.

“Iya serem, her tongue is also out,” another timpal.

The plan is residents will soon bury the body near the forest. Before leaving, one of them gave Nilam a black leather jacket.

“This we found fell in the middle of the forest, could this belong to his friend?”

Nilam quickly grabbed it. Hanif's jacket was torn on the back. A moment of tightness clogged the chest of this girl, imagining something happening to Hanif ... and then Juju? As soon as he cried, immediately embraced by Mak.

“Sabar yes, Mbak Nilam. We will try,” said one of the fathers tried

calmed him.

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