Before 365 Days
Chapter 15: Lamentation of Two Imprisoned Girls

On the next day, Umi Fatma visited Wulan's house, with the supply of address that Wulan gave at that time.

"This is the house" thought Umi Fatma who was in front of the terrace of Wulan's house. "Oh, apparently a contract, may this be his house."

Umi Fatma stepped foot towards the door of Wulan's house, then she knocked on it.

"Assalamu'alaikum, assalamu'alaikum."

Umi Fatma paused her greeting. A few seconds later, Wulan's reply came from inside.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Wulan replied as he opened the door.

"Eh, Umiii," Wulan smiled then shook Umi Fatma's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

Umi Fatma was happy because it was Wulan's house.

"I think I'm at home wrong, son Wulan."

"Sorry, I've washed the dishes, please come in, Umi."

Wulan invited Umi Fatma to go inside and sit on a sofa that only amounted to one, but was long. While the floor is on the floor with a mat.

"I'll make you a drink first, Umi."

Wulan then went into the kitchen, and made warm tea with various snacks to serve.

It did not take long for Wulan, Wulan immediately came and presented her at the table.

"Please, Umi, drink first" Wulan said with a smile.

"Oh, so troublesome, thank you?" Umi said while taking her tea, and drinking it a little.

"Absolutely not, Umi. I even like, Umi Fatma can visit my house. It is not a house, but a contract. But since I've lived here for a long time, so, it's like home itself, hehehehe." Wulan's light was accompanied by a light laugh.

"Ow, which one are you, son Wulan?"

"I am a native of K, Umi, contracted here has been almost 15 years more. Until I got married. But I haven't been given the same bogey of the Power."

"Ooo, be patient, son Wulan," said Umi Fatma as she stroked Wulan's shoulder. "Do not stop praying to Allah, and also do not forget."

"Yes, Umi. Umi, what's up here?"

"I just take public transportation, come in here, wear a motorcycle taxi in front of the alley." Umi Fatma.

"I'm not interrupting your activities, am I?" Ask Umi again.

"Oh, no, Um. I've finished my homework." Wulan replied kindly.

"Thank God." Umi Fatma. Then he took a deep breath, and began to tell stories. "Look, son Wulan, before I asked you about the Rose. I'll tell you about my son, Mira. My son, he's been missing for nine months. He's not coming home, even the police haven't found a trace, Mira. I'm almost desperate, with my hopes and do'a-do'a, Nak Wulan." Umi Fatma said with her sad feelings.

Wulan was struck by Umi Fatma's story. Wulan had guessed, if Mira might be in a convent, like a rose.

"Umi, if you can tell, Mira's missing at what time?"

"It's not wrong, at that time, want to enter the ashar prayer, Nak Wulan."

Wulan mangosteen heard the story of Umi Fatma.

"At that time, he left because I wanted to match up with my friend's son. Apparently, he disagrees. He still wants to focus on school. Keep going from home. I am very sad because Mira is a child. Me and my husband, waiting for his birth is also quite long, Nak Wulan. Almost 10 years."

"Masya Alloh, quite a long struggle yes, Umi. Hopefully, I am also immediately given a baby, after a long wait." Wulan said expectantly.

"Amiin, that's why, you don't stop praying and trying well."

"God willing, Umi."

"Umi, Mira seems to be congruent, just like the Rose." Wulan.

"Self? You mean, son?" Ask Umi Fatma curious.

"The one who misguided his path, so that the person was trapped, and could not return home. Unless someone leads him."

"Is there a story like the one you're talking about, son Wulan?"

"Of course, Umi, if there is none, how could I say that. Perhaps, Umi did not believe what I said because of the appearance, Umi herself looks like Ustadzah, if my guess is correct!"

"Ah, don't judge me for just looking at her outer appearance, I'm just like you, Nak Wulan. All right, tell me more clearly, what is a whole?"

Wulan smiled at Umi Fatma.

"As I said earlier, Umi, that the person who is trapped is the one who misled his way. For example, Umi wants to go to my house, the direction of my house is straight. If, Umi is misled, that is, Umi walks not according to the road, Umi goes. Rather, Umi turned without, Umi Fatma realized."

Umi Fatma nodded her head in understanding. Wulan then continued her story again.

"Umi, you better not stop praying for Mira's safety. If Umi wants, I plan to contact Mr. Kyai who is experienced in the spiritual field. He loves helping the lost. And thank God, he always managed to bring home the missing person. Although it's been a long time. The important thing is not until 365 days because if it has passed more than that, the lost person will not be able to return, his soul and body will settle. And become permanent residents there." Wulan said with a serious gaze staring at Umi Fatma.

"I suddenly felt uneasy when I heard this story, Nak Wulan. What if, Mira is really in love? It's been 9 months now. I actually want to ask for the help of smart people as well. But my husband does not allow it. I was confused as to how to persuade my husband." Umi Fatma said.

"Umi, Mr. Kyai, my brother's acquaintance, he is not like Mbah shaman who must use tools such as, frankincense, incense obong, seven-figure flower, and so on. Mr. Kyai just chanting the verses of Allah alone. And he didn't set the price either. He accepts whatever nominal given by his patients. Umi, you should discuss this first with her husband, Umi. So as not to cause a commotion later. You see, if one of them, Umi, or Umi's husband, is not as good, Mr. Kyai will also be difficult to contact because this will include our efforts as well." Wulan explained.

"Yes, son Wulan, I am very grateful for the advice you gave. Hopefully, my husband will want to hear and agree to this desire of mine,"

"Amin, hopefully yes, Umi. Insya Alloh, I will pray for, Mira too, Umi." Wulan replied with a smile. "Please enjoy the snack, Umi." Wulan said again while pointing to the snack.

"Thank you, Wulan. I am grateful to know you. Hopefully, both Roses and Mira, they will soon be found in good condition. Nothing less."

"Amin, yarobbal'alamin, I hope so too, Umi."

Umi Fatma then enjoyed the snack served by Wulan, before she returned home.

Mira was in the Rose room, after Ndoro Kusuma and Burhan left the Rose room.

"Mir, I tried that hole yesterday, I came in, and suddenly I was backstage. As soon as I entered the forest, there were many demons hanging out there. I wasn't strong, then I fainted. When I woke up, I was in my room. Why is that, Mir?" Ask the rose with a soft voice.

"It's like that, War. If we fail, we will automatically return to our room. I don't know either, but that's how it is. How, do you have any idea of getting out of this house?"

"I'm not there yet, Mir. I am still confused about the condition of this house. But, Mir, I'm curious about a piece of wood, whether it's an heirloom or something! It's on the throne, Ndoro Kusuma. It was half-Dragon-shaped with fiery red eyes. Is that it, Mir?"

Mira was silent for a moment. He was trying to remember whether he had seen it or not.

"I didn't pay much attention to the throne, Ndoro Kusuma, War. If tomorrow I face, Ndoro Kusuma, I'll try to see it." Brisque Mira.

"Yes, Mir. I was curious because the shape of the Dragon was only half body, half body, body to tail, not there. Who knows, there's a riddle there that we can solve, Mir."

"I'll find out, War. Roses, you better be careful. Don't get caught by you, Ndoro Kusuma."

"I must be careful, Mir."

They were silent for a moment, then, Rose asked again. "Mir, I'm still curious about, Burhan. Who the hell is it, Burhan, Mir?"

"He, the loyal aide, Ndoro Kusuma. Genderuwo. Exactly the same as the gatekeeper of the house, Ndoro Kusuma. However, Burhan is more sinister than that. He can change to resemble other creatures, but is limited. Not like, Ndoro Kusuma. Ndoro Kusuma can change shape to be what he wants, in fact, he can change form like me, or like you, War."

The rose was astonished, what if later, Ndoro Kusuma changed his form to Mira, and he did not know it.

"Danger, Mir, if it happens. What should I do, if later, Ndoro Kusuma does just that."

"I don't know, War. But, try reading the chair verse. Who knows, you'll see her figure if that happens. If you feel awkward, you don't talk to him much, if later he disguises himself as me, or he becomes you. Or else. Limit any conversation about this house. I hope it doesn't happen."

Roses and Mira looked at each other with sad eyes. Feeling frustrated and sad. They hoped that a miracle would come to them.