Asiyah End Times
Blood Unification

Asiyah held the flower bucket. Red rose flower. He saw a piece of paper in it. The paper was tied to a ribbon containing handwriting. Very neat writing, beautifully engraved.

"There is a letter" Asiyah told her two assistants.

Asiyah read it slowly. That can only be heard by Caca and Cita.

Caca and Cita watched solemnly.

"Assalamu'alaykum Asiyah, this red rose I present to you, as a sign of my admiration for you. Asiyah, forgive me for not daring to appear before you. I was so afraid to reveal who I was to you. I'm afraid that we won't be able to communicate anymore, even if only in this way." Asiyah silently for a moment sighed.

"Yes, in the end I feel very relieved to be able to express my heart to you even in this way. Asiyah.I may have scared you my way. Butiiiii, as proof of my heart's solemnity to you, I have sent and my blood with this flower. If you will, drink this blood of mine as a sign of our union, my blood has flowed with your blood, and as a sign that I will always be with you forever" Asiyah said dramatically.

The astonished face's roar was clearly emanating on the three of them. Stare at each other for a moment.

Then Asiyah directly checked the flower bucket. He found a small clear glass bottle containing a thick red liquid in the bucket. Asiyah opened the lid. Then kissed it. Hhhmmm.the smell is so fishy.

Take turns with Caca and Cita who also try to smell the red liquid. The two of them were no less curious like Asiyah.

Instantly they were pensive after smelling the scent of the liquid. Silence moment. Their faces began to panic. Like realizing something. "Aaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkk.. aaaaakkkkkkk... astaghfirullah.

The flower bucket was thrown from Asiyah's hand.

A bottle of fresh blood was thrown to the floor until it was broken by Caca.

They're so scared. And ran away immediately leaving the room. Spatter. Go outside the house.

"Let's Asiyah, we'll take a picture of you in a moment," the director's order that instantly saw Asiyah running around nearby.

Asiyah, Caca and Cita try to be calm in front of the other soap opera crew. Restabilize his once-chaotic breath. As if nothing happened to them. Tidying up their clothes that had been tangled due to running around the edges earlier.

"Yes sir, siaapp," Asiyah told the director.

Two hours passed. Scene after scene played by Asiyah was finished.

Asiyah, Caca and Cita regroup. They sat in a circle under a large tree in the courtyard of the house. It was precisely behind the director's tent when taking the picture.

They're silent. Stare at each other. Sighs his breath in.

"This cannot be allowed, we must immediately get the identity of the sender of the bloody flower bucket," explained Asiyah with an intonation of emphasis, staring at Caca and Cita alternately.

"Yes Ma'am, Caca also felt like he was terrorized by the act of sending the flower bucket," replied Caca enthusiastically. Slowly. Let no one else know their conversation.

"Yes right You Ca, because the blood according to Me, is like a threat only, especially in the letter written about the union of blood between Him and Mbak Asiyah, terrible according to Me, it is terrible, more to the mental illness in my opinion, not love or admiration or fanatical fans again if it's as scary as this," Cita also gives his view of this situation.

Ssshhhhhh. Suddenly the wind blew their veils. Throw their thin shawls over their faces. For a few minutes the cold wind blew. The crew tents also swayed.

"Astaghfirullah, it was cold just now" Caca said, hugging himself. Close-fitting. Hhhhh.. He breathed his cold breath a little stronger.

"Well Ma'am," said Caca and Cita alternately, with a nod of his head, firmly.

That discussion is over. The three of them mingled with the other crew.

This afternoon looks shady. The air feels cold. Children of hawkers began to gather to sell around the shooting location.

Asiyah looked at them one by one. He was looking for a girl who was trading for help there. Who knows, there are some of them little girls who are the delivery of the bloody flower bucket.

Asiyah called Caca. Not far from where he sat under the crew's tent.

Caca. Quickly respond to that call.

"Ca, try to check, ask the crew who was carrying a flower bucket this morning, are there any children of hawkers there who were the delivery of flowers this morning?" asiyah. With orders. Whispered. Speaking directly to Caca's ear.

"Okay Ma'am" replied Caca. Firmly with his nod.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Caca has not returned from his investigation into the little girl.

Asiyah focused on her phone. Check the latest news that is happening in the entertainment world today. As usual, as a learning material for Asiyah in order to still exist on the glass screen.

Yes, today many people are looking for shortcuts to still exist in this entertainment world. No matter, whether in a dignified way that is by raising their achievements, or in a way that is very inappropriate to imitate, create negative sensations, or not, creating so many scandals that even they themselves are willing to be blasphemed just for the sake of popularity.

Asiyah turned her head after a long time looking down at the screen of her phone. Trying to find a direction where the existence of Caca who has not returned since.

Rotating Asiyah's head. Check circumstances. Asiyah shifted her sitting position. A little bit of a pain in his waist. There was an empty chair next to him. Holding by Asiyah something, it felt softly fluffy like a doll. Then he looked next to her.

"Astaghfirullah, hhhhhh.." How surprised Asiyah was. Suddenly the little doll that Aisyah found in the garden in front of her house, now right next to her.

"Who put this little doll here? Not that since this morning, this doll I put on the waiting chair in the house," Asiyah said softly. Wonderful about all this.

Asiyah looked around again. Who put this doll here?

"Heeyy, Assalamu'alaykum Asiyah? You're like a confused person, looking for who?" ask Mr. Jendi who happened to be playing to the shooting location. The familiar greeting approached Asiyah. With his friendly smile. Pak Jendi came from behind Asiyah.

"Ehhh yes Mr. Jendi, wa'alaykumussalam Pak, no, there is nothing sir," Asiyah tried to calm down. Although he was still surprised by the sudden presence of this doll.

"This is your doll, huh? Sorry yaa fit in the house, I went into your room, continued.Cita said, this doll has You, I'm afraid to see this doll sitting alone there, I'm sitting alone, so I just take it to sit with You here, Hehehee, let You also have friends, pity singles no one accompanies," explained Mr. Jendi briefly. With his jokes mocked Asiyah who until now still has not found her soul mate.

"Maa shaa Allah, I guess who put this doll here, it is impossible to fly alone right, hhhhhhh, yes, it is enough to accompany me who is single, sir, hhhhh. ngeledek aja nih.." said Asiyah also with her joke answered the teasing of Mr. Jendi just now.

Asiyah exhaled a little strongly, after knowing it was the work of Mr. Jendi.