Virgin Tumbar
Not Remember

When returning from the hospital, Mak welcomes his daughter full of days.

“Nilam no pa-pa, Mak.” He took off Mak's embrace. “Nilam will be happy if Mak smiles, nangis gini Nilam so sad.”

Moments later, Mak's smile grew and hugged Nilam again. All of Nilam's friends were happy to see the girl get refreshed this fast. Remembering that when he was found his condition was like not alive.

“Gue home, yes Ni.” Juju grabbed Mak's hand. “Juki said, Mak.” Kissing the back of a woman's hand is unkind.

“Yes, be careful. Thank you very much, Juki. If you are not there, Mak-“ said Mak Lumpit was cut off because he immediately hugged Juju tightly, as an expression of his pleasure.

Juju had a chance to shake, then then touched Mak's back while holding a smile towards Nilam.

Nilam and his three friends hold back laughter hearing Mak continue to pray for a happy healthy Juju.

“Udah, Mak. Juju tired. Poor haven't slept because of Nilam.”

Juju came home with a broken heart. Being able to return as a close friend of Nilam alone has made his life colorful. He did not regret knowing the girl, even though they did not become a life partner later.

***

Hearing of the incident last night, Kyai Hamid said he was ready to come around 10 this morning to Babe's house. Nilam also happens to not go to work because he still feels less fresh, so he and Mak invited Babe's family to meet Hanif's teacher.

Kyai who is more than sixty years old but still sturdy and looking healthy came with four students. After a brief acquaintance with Nilam and Mak, the young santri began to recite verses from the Qur'an.

Even without a toa or microphone the sound of young tahfiz clear it feels through the recesses of the heart. Patchouli immediately broke into tears, Mak next to him was also seen wiping tears with the tip of his veil.

Mak wore an instant black hijab belonging to Maemunah. While Nilam also used a white pashmina veil by his mother Hanif earlier before meeting Kyai.

Nilam's mood calmed down as he was prayed to by Kyai Hamid, and everyone gathered there. Although Nilam had cried, his mind was relieved without burden.

When he finished he got advice to get closer to God.

"In all activities, whatever it is try to start with basmalah. The heart is always awake, God is always awake. Magic includes illness and every illness has a cure. With the worship of surrender, approaching the Qur'an every day, and doing the sunna exemplified by the Prophet, God willing can be healed, with the permission of Allah," concluded Kyai.

The girl to the point of shaking felt touched, thanking her very much for the arrival of Kyai who helped her so much. Not yet separated Nilam, Mak suddenly interjected.

“Can help Mak want to repent, Kyai .. during the village many giving offerings, Mak think God needs to be sent food as parents used to do .. please Mak, Kyai …," please, Mom, wipe away the tears.

Nilam's heart rippled warmly as Mak taught the creed to be spoken. The sound of shaking and tears accompanying Mak's lips spoke fluently.

“Alhamdulillah, Patchouli dear Mak.” The wrinkled-cheeked woman was hugged by Nilam long after she had finished her prayer of gratitude for Mak.

When Dzuhur arrived they worship together. Afterwards Maemunah persilakan all enjoy a treat lunch before going home.

While tasting the dish, Kyai conveys again personally his wish of taking Hanif as a permanent tutor at the lodge. Hanif is considered to be able to inspire the younger generation in the cottage to deepen the spirit of religious knowledge.

“Aye accepts with pleasure, Kyai. Thank God, as long as Hanif himself is willing,” Babe replied happily.

Kyai's entourage then paid back home by the Babe family, Nilam also Mak to the yard.

All the hearts left in this house feel peaceful and airy. Even Nilam and Mak who have a strong desire embedded in the heart. After this will be active in learning the science of religion, because that is the perfect setting of daily life so as not to come out far from his riddho.

***

After work Juju stops by Babe's house for a while to meet Hanif.

“Juki, just got home?”

"Yes, Bang. Drop by."

Hanif happened to be going out of the house when Juju drove the motor into the fence. After removing the helmet he approached Hanif, greeted him and congratulated him.

“Congratulations for what is this?” Hanif's confused.

“Sorry, Brother's letter to Nilam, Juki read.”

Hanif's face immediately turned red, he pulled Juju's hand to sit for a while on the terrace.

“oya? trus, how's the response?” ask the clean-faced man.

Juju looked down and took a breath before answering.

“Juki don't know, Bang. Just according to Juki, Nilam does need Bang Hanif beside him.” He expressed his concern for Nilam who has not been separated from his bully. Afraid that Nilam is still in danger.

“Eh, yes, really, Bang. Juki also agreed to that."

The two cousins chatted for a while until Hanif had to leave to fill the father-father's tausyah at the mosque complex after Isya.

***

The Forest in the Dark Hamlet

In the house with a plank floor, blood was strewn on the floor. The old man is getting weaker. The heat increasingly felt burning his body was not resisted anymore.

He thought that since last night had obtained Nilam's life, when the head of the girl in an unconscious condition was quickly put into a water barrel. But at the same time he was unable to continue the action, the heat was very burning in the body, making him immediately dart back here. The body he had always used all this time.

But until now the heat had become so, so tormenting that he felt all the organs burning in there.

While the old man was enduring the pain, there was a woman at the end of the room hugging her knees, looking at him without a blink. The hair between his face was tangled. Rombeng clothes that make a part of his body look no longer cared. He is like a man who is not eager to welcome the day.

“I Ki Arya .. cannot lose ...” A hoarse voice came out among the fresh red droplets flowing from the old man's mouth. The more frail the organs in humans are filled with dark shadows.

“You are useless, you chose the wrong person!” This time a loud voice came out.

The old man's eyes glared at Sacred who was fluttering on the spot, looking fearless again, those eyes even flashed with no expression against him.

“Then kill me, kill!” holy Pinta hard.

“Hehehee, Uhukk!” Choking the old man spurted blood up to a meter from the front of his face.

His chest was clawed strongly, sensing something would escape from his hot-smouldering body. The science that is expected to be

treasure collectors, stealing when the invisible body is not yet perfectly enjoyed. The science cannot be used completely. There is still a final crash that is not obtained.

He was the first man to gather friends for a deeper knowledge of rogoh sukma. They made a group in this forest, asking for the power of the black shadow that promised a brief wealth and science unmatched by anyone. Of course after getting some collateral according to the agreement.

The results are starting to show. Whichever woman they want is difficult to resist, their hoard is already visible, but it will be a disaster if used before the perfect nine.

The sign on Nilam was already embedded and now just all could not get his life. Going back young and dashing will only be a dream.

The weak body fell down, unable to lift the body off the floor.

Seeing that, Suci instantly got up, he picked up a beam behind the door, as the man fell down weakly he hit him blindly as hard as he could. Regardless of which part of the body was affected, Saints immediately ran out.

In the light of the Holy Moon continued to run where the direction the feet were carrying. He did not want to look back.

Without him knowing the house instantly vanished from sight. A dark figure shot off from the dead old man. Flying is not necessarily direction in the forest.

Nine .... nine .. nine ....

Numbers that have failed to be obtained will reduce the efficacy of the study. Set*n black who called his name Ki Arya was really in a desperate condition. If this is the case it will just be an ordinary useless set*an.

To restore the heavy-duty strength would burden his back dozens of times over.

The shadow continued to dart, circling around without direction. The sound of anger and disappointment was vented with ferocious squeals, echoing all over the forest.

Meanwhile the Saints continued to run until they would run out of energy. Staggered his steps when he arrived at a place he was very familiar with. Lakefront.

Sacred stopped, standing there, his gaze blankly thrown at the dark lake contents, whether what creatures in the water would welcome his body.

Sacred closed his eyes, took a deep breath, set it repeatedly even though the tightness has not disappeared. He feels alone and will invite his eternal solitude. The steps forward, the closer the side. Be visible

by him, the edge that juts into it will quickly lead him to the bottom of the well.

Keep moving forward, slowly. His heart was pounding, his eyes were closed again, he was determined to take off all his soul, to meet another punishment there for all sins.

The next trail, the barefoot felt the ground fall and fall. The shaking of his body made him take a step back. A moment of doubt, but then make a quick, quick jump.

In an instant his body hit the surface of the water, causing huge sounds and ripples, then calmed down as his body had been swallowed up by that murky water.

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