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the black shadow

Fikri asked Isma about last night.

"Did you often say things like last night Is...??" Ask Fikri on WhatsApp.

"If you see the shadow already a few times, but if it's like semalem he just ngalamin, hopefully not ngalamin again." Answer Isma.

"Hopefully don't go again. Pray a lot." Fikri added.

Day after day Isma was always uncomfortable. Especially when heading into the night. Because the shadow was getting here the more it bothered him.

Even one night when he fell asleep, he felt dragged out of the room. It was as if a creature was carrying it. But Isma realized that it was not a dream.

As he continued to take part with all his heart, his body seemed to return to bed. Isma looks tired.

"Why Is...?" Said one of his friends.

And Isma told him.

since then, Isma has been uncomfortable.

One or two days he tried to stay there. But after that Isma finally gave up.

He cleaned all his clothes. He put it in his bag.

"Kok tidied up Is....??" Ask one of his friends.

"I'm going home..." Answer Isma

"Back the clothes were taken all...?" Ask her friend again.

"I don't think I'm going back to this place again...! I'm not as strong as the distractions in this room." Isma

"If you get out of this mess, it means you quit your job Is...!" Obviously his friend

"Yes... It'sit's okay. Find work somewhere else." Answer Isma.

That time... Then Isma called her mom and dad.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikum.... It's Is, how?" Answer mother.

"Gini Ma'am... Isma seems to have stopped working from here."

"Why is it, son...?" Ask mom again.

"Isma is not once twice Bu is often disturbed by subtle creatures. Very often even. But, the more here the disturbance the more uncomfortable. Especially the events of the past few nights." Answer Isma.

"Indeed last night it happened how Is, tell mom..."

Isma told her to mother.

After I listened to Isma's story, I understood the discomfort of Isma living there.

And indeed if out of mess, it means he is out of his job. Because the rules if working there must live in mess.

"Mother, whatever you want. If it makes you uncomfortable there, you better get out of there." Say mother.

"Yes Ma... Isma will think again, at least last night."

That night Isma experienced something strange again. His body seemed to be about to be entered, but Isma's body seemed to have the strength to resist. In his heart, Isma continued to be privileged. Until the creature finally left again.

Isma's body was trembling. He looks scared.

Finally Isma made up her mind to quit her job and leave the place.

Still morning Isma told her fiance, about the plan. He intended that in the afternoon he would come out of the place.

Upon hearing the news, Fikri swiftly headed straight to Isma's place.

Isma had prepared all her things. At that moment he was just thinking how to get out of that place.

Isma said goodbye to her friends.

Then he said goodbye to his mess mother.

In front of the gate, Fikri was already waiting for him.

Fikri approached and brought all Isma's belongings.

Then Isma got into the car.

"Are you sure Is....?" Ask Fikri again.

"Goddessa... Fik."

"Bismilohmanirohim...." Said Fikri while turning on his car.

Fikri takes Isma home.

"Don't you not take the day off Fik, why even bring me...?" Ask Isma.

"Yes... It's okay, I can get permission." Answer Fikri.

Four hours of travel, until Isma at home.

"Assynolt...."

"Vayalli..... Isma has arrived..." Greet mom.

"Yes Ma... Nih Isma delivered with Fikri."

"Fikri is on holiday, how can Isma anterin come here...?" Ask Isma's father.

"Thank you, yeah, so take some nicotine to Fikri." Keep mum

"Sir Ma... It's Fikri's duty." Answer Fikri

Isma and mother smiled at Fikri's reply.

"Yes, you ate there first, you must be hungry. I've prepared food." Say mother.

Then Isma and Fikri ate together there.

The next day Isma's boss called. He asked about his departure leaving mess.

Isma explained why he left the place.

Her boss told her Consequence left the mess. And Isma has since quit her job.

But at that time Isma was planning to find another job.

One or two months Isma was home. There are no summonses yet. He has already sent out some applications.

Until the third month....

Fikri came home from work. He came home to see Isma.

"Assynolt...."

"Vayallikumsal.... When did it come...?" Ask Isma.

"So late in the afternoon, just play here."

Talk to Isma and Fikri there.

"Is, what if you don't have to work anymore." Fikri

"Why...?" Ask Isma

"Gini Is's... Our age is enough to build a home." Answer Fikri

Isma looked straight at Fikri. He looked surprised by Fikri's words.

"But... Are you sure...?" Ask Isma.

"Goddessa.... Is. We start from zero. We wake up together." Answer Fikri

"Where....?" Ask Fikri again

"I'm trying to discuss it with family. I'll call you back." Answer Isma

After Fikri came home, Isma told what Fikri had said to her father and mother.

They were the same, looking shocked to hear it. They did not expect that it would be so soon to invite Isma to marry.

The next morning there was a representative of the Fikri family at home. His father and mother had expected that it would talk about Fikri's intentions. And it's true that the Fikri family invites to negotiate about marriage.

At that time Isma called her mother, met the Fikri family.

And Isma sat among them.

"Son Isma, does Isma want to marry Fikri...??" Ask one of the Fikri family.

Isma looked up at her father and mother. And her mother smiled.

"Goddessa.... I'm ready." Answer Isma

"Alhamdulillah.... If Isma wants to. We'll just set the time for H day."

Then discuss the two families. Until finally out on the 25th of 3 months.

"Goddessa... It was a good date and month." The Fikri family.

There Isma was still a dream, when he was proposed, and the next three months will do the marriage.

"It feels like a dream, Mom...." Isma

"Bismillah, son.... Hope this is the best for you." Answer mother.

Soon Fikri called, and told him about their marriage. Fikri thought Isma didn't know that.

"Assynoltom.... Is.." is..."

"Goddessam...." Answer Isma

"We're getting married soon...."

"Goddessa......" Answer Isma.

"So my uncle met your father Is... He said he'd agreed in three months to get us married."

"Yes, I knew I was there too." Answer Isma.

"Oh that's it... Kirain you don't know Is."

"I used to know.. dong!" Isma Ledek

"Just pray that everything is smooth, there are no obstacles." Isma.

"Yes aamiin..."

Then they hung up.