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Isma's first day at work. He met and met with his seniors. He was guided by his seniors. Fortunately, everything there is good and very welcome to Isma. Isma is comfortable working there. Isma now has friends from different regions. They eat together, work together, even sleep in the same room.

Until one night Isma felt that there was something strange in the room where Isma slept. Isma was like seeing a black shadow in a flash. But Isma always said in her heart, it was just her feelings or hallucinations. He never thought about that again.

The morning as usual Isma activity. Get ready to go to work with his friends. He was getting used to his work.

"You've started well, Is... I'll get used to it too." Said one of his friends.

"Thank you for teaching me." Answer Isma.

At work Isma bought food with her friend. They ate together in Mess. The atmosphere was very crowded and full of laughter.

Finish eating... One by one, my friends started to sleep. It showed at 21:00.

Isma is alone. He fell asleep while sliding his phone screen.

Suddenly the shadow came again. Isma was dumb, inwardly wondering if it was just her feelings.

He ignored it no longer, as if it was just his hallucination again.

The next day in the opposite room, the occupants were crying, screaming hysterically. Out of curiosity Isma went to the room opposite. There are a lot of people.

" What is this, brother..?" Isma asked one of the men there.

"That's Is... He's possessed." Answer the man.

There was a father, perhaps an ustadz who was communicating with the possessed man.

Isma continued to listen to the ustadz chatter. Ustadz asked the possessed man where he came from. What was surprising was that the man's answer was that he was possessed from the room Isma occupied.

Isma shocked. He began to think that what he saw, the shadows were not hallucinations. Isma is not afraid. As long as he is close to God, he will be fine.

Isma rushed to work, because it was already noon.

Isma's mother always calls. Ask the princess. What are you doing. have eaten yet.well that's the words that are asked. Isma is very fond of the atmosphere of the house, but he must be able to be independent.

"When is the day off, son.. ?" I asked Isma

"Insyaalloh next month, ma'am..." Answer Isma

"Where do you feel right there..?"

"Alhamdulillah.. Isma at home, ma'am.." Answer Isma.

He was always in contact with his mother.

Day by day Isma continues to go through with his current activities. It was time to get his first salary. Soon he transferred some of his money to his mother's account.

"Mothers... Isma just got paid. Isma transfers to Isma's mother some of Isma's money. Make a snack mom and dad." Isma said to her mother on the phone.

"Make you son, mother and father do not expect it, you are independent it is enough." Answer mother.

"It's okay mom... Isma has already made a vow."

"alright... Thank you, son. May God always make it easier for you in every way." Say mother.

"Yes Ma... Aamiin..."

A month later Isma took a holiday. He immediately cleaned up and went home. Isma's mother had asked him many times when he came home. Isma's mother has cooked all her favorite foods.

"Hmmm... It smells good, Mom. There's gotta be my favorite potato patcher, huh, ma'am...?" Ask Isma.

"Yes.permed potatoes.fried tempeh... Fish and lalapan there." Answer mother.

"Thank you, Mom... Oh yes Brother Zikri, Brother Arfan and brother Kahfi do not go home Mom.. ?" Ask Isma.

"Not yet next month." Answer mother.

Isma ate with her parents.

While eating suddenly Isma's phone rang. It turns out there's a WA coming in from the new number. It was Isma's old friend's number. His name is Fikri.

"Oh yes... Thank goodness healthy. Now I work on the hum. But it just so happens to be home, on vacation." Answer Isma.

Before long whatsApp-an turned out Fikri immediately came to Isma's house. Coincidentally Fikri was also on vacation from his work.

Talk to Isma there.

"Where do you work now, Fik..?" Ask Isma.

"I work in Jakarta, Is. It just so happens to be a holiday." Answer Fikri.

Keep them chatting. I forgot it was afternoon. Finally Fikri said goodbye.

Fikri WhatsApp Isma again. He suddenly asked whether he had eaten or had not been to Isma. Without thinking anything Isma just reply WhatsApp it.

The morning when opening the phone, Isma was also surprised if there was another whatsApp.

"Morning.. Is it up yet...?" Ask Fikri.

Isma started scratching her head. He feels strange why Fikri WhatsApp he continues.

Afternoon... Isma started to clean up again. He'll be back to his workplace soon. I have prepared supplies and souvenirs for Isma's friend there.

Arriving there, Isma's friends were waiting. And they ate with the food that Isma had brought.

"Triings...." Isma's phone sounded.

Then he opened. There was one message from Fikri.

"Have not eaten yet.. Is..?" Ask Fikri.

Isma replied to the message. He began to wonder why lately Fikri often send messages.

At night Isma in his room, he collapsed while playing games on his mobile phone. Suddenly a phone came in.

"Fikri's calling... What's up..?" Ask Isma in my heart.

"Assynoltom.... What's up, Fik..?" Ask Isma

"Want to know what else. Disturbing huh..?" Answer Fikri

"Oh no, this is another game."

They kept talking on the phone. Suddenly Isma saw a tall black figure in front of her.

In his heart, Isma continued to be privileged....

"Astagfirulabadim..."

Fikri who was on the phone immediately asked, why Isma suddenly became silent.

Isma answered that it was okay.

There Isma had begun to be uncomfortable with the state of the room.

The next morning Isma told her roommate about what she had seen lately. And his friends also claimed to experience the same thing with Isma. It's just that they haven't told anyone.

Isma invites her roommates to teach together.

"Where if we teach together tonight, who knows if later in this room will be more comfortable." Bring Isma.

"Let's teach together." Answer friends.

Finally, after they prayed Maghrib, they gathered together and taught together.

When they finished eating together. At nine o'clock in the evening the room was getting quiet. One by one they started sleeping.

Isma is not feeling well. He feared that shadow he would see again.

Isma began to fall on her bed. His eyes glanced around the room. Then he prayed. And that night Isma fell asleep.