Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
Two opposing sides

The next day at Alia's school.

Nida rushed to class.

"Mayras! how was Alia, you met her yesterday?"

Mayra just shook her head.

"What mean? Alia's not home?"

"Yes! he's not home, said his mother he again to his house mbah to calm his mind"

"But he's okay, right?"

"Well, he's good, maybe a few more days to go"

"Thank God"

Meanwhile, outside Azam's class was waiting for Amar to come, but Amar did not come. Azam finally ventured to ask Mayra.

"Mayra!" Azam called out to her from the doorstep of Mayra's class.

"Nida" Mayra left Nida and approached Azam.

"What's wrong?" ask Mayra.

"You came to Ragasy's house yesterday, right? how's she doing?" ask Azam.

Mayra fell silent, she put on a very jutek face and looked at Azam with a fierce gaze.

"You like Alia well." suddenly Mayra's facial expression turned to mock Azam.

"What a si, I'm just a nanya anyway" Azam smiled shyly.

"Let's go!"

"No!" Azam kept trying to evade.

In front of the school gate.

"Zizi you're leaving?" mita said and immediately approached her.

"Yes Mita, I'm better, and my body feels so light"

"Oh me too, it feels like my energy has 90% recovered hehe"

"It's battery rich!"

Suddenly Zizi saw a schoolgirl with an extremely powerful aura.

"Who is Mit?" ask the curious Zizi.

"He's a pesantren kid too, but he's still in XI class, hearings in Sharifah (the name for the daughter of Habib's descendants or in other words the descendants of the prophet Muhammad Saw whose descendants are not cut off)"

"Oh, it deserves so strong an aura, do you know what his name is?"

"If the name is not wrong Nafisah, it is his name" said Mita.

Nafisah, a santri who comes from outside the island, he is the descendant of a great scholar. He also has unusual abilities, but his attitude is very indifferent and cold. His black eyes and sharp eyes sometimes make him seem fierce and scary.

Nafisah was a student of XI IPS class, Sifa classmate, and she was also the one who warned Alia to be careful even though they did not know each other, but they could feel each other's aura\each one.

Nafisah is also familiar with Azam, because their background is not much different, even inevitable if Nafisah really admires the figure of Azam. But if distinguished by its degree, Nafisah is higher and more honorable than Azam. All the senior santri who knew Nafisah's identity also had great respect for her. No santri dared to call his name directly, they all called him as mba Nafis, including Azam and Amar.

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Today is the eighth day Alia stayed at the house of Mbah Hadi, when it was morning\-very morning Mia and Pak Aji came to the house of Mbah Mida and told about the situation of Alia, and, they also said that Alia might not live there anymore, but they would still be in touch with each other. Before returning home, Mida advised the two gentlemen of Alia to meet an ustad near her home, the person was already known to be able to handle people with a situation like Alia, Alia, he hoped that the man could help. Ms. Mia and Mr. Aji also received advice from Mida's grandmother.

Pak Aji and Bu Mia come to the house of the custad referred by Mida's grandmother.

There Bu Mia told me all the things that happened to Alia. Ustad just nodded, then he went to his room. After a while he finally came out and brought something.

Ustad gave a very small white cloth.

"Give this to your child, take this with you when your child goes to school, God willing he won't feel pain anymore" he said briefly.

"Know that one who is chosen and will receive the help of God will not be able to escape"

"What do you mean, sir?" ask Mia.

"The side here wants your son to be their successor, or to be a great religious figure"

"But does my child deserve it? he's not kyai's descendant or anything"

"You're wrong! when God has chosen, then a thug who cannot teach will become capable by itself"

Ms. Mia became even more confused by the oustad's words.

"But your side can not accept if their descendants are seized" added the ustad again.

Ms. Mia and Mr. Aji just fell silent, they did not understand very well what the president really wanted to say.

"Let your child be good\-well, let him choose what he wants to choose and don't force him"

"Okay sir, then we say goodbye first" Bu Mia and Pak Aji went and went straight to the Mbah Hadi's house to pick Alia home.

"Mia! do not forget this later give to your daughter every 3 days of Maghrib run out" said Mbah Hadi while offering a bottle of water.

"Okay, I'll love you" received a bottle of water and put it in the bag.

After finishing preparing, Alia finally left the house Mbah Hadi with her parents.

After arriving at home Alia immediately entered my room to rest, while Mia and Aji were still sitting in the living room.

"Mom I'm a bit less understood with the last words yes?" said mr. Aji.

Ms. Mia was silent, she thought for a long time and after that she finally started to understand.

"If I understand sir"

"So what does ma'am mean?"

"My elders used to be mostly shamans sir, their knowledge is mostly black, up to the late Mbah Arsa. But if Mbah Arsa already wants to do prayer, yes even though he still likes to give offerings, because it still can not completely abandon the habit" explained Ms. Mia.

"So that means this Alia is being wrested by both sides?"

Ma Mia nodded.

"If asked to choose to be a successor to a shaman or become a cleric, of course I prefer if he becomes a cleric" said Mr. Aji.

"But this situation is not as easy as we want sir, the elders obviously will not accept if their descendants do not continue their knowledge" said Ms. Mia.

"Well so maybe we should follow Alia's decision, because she will undergo"

Meanwhile, from her room Alia faintly\-vaguely heard the conversation of her mother and father.

"*What does that mean? what is it that makes me feel sick every time I enter the school area*?" alia said in her heart.

"Ah, don't think about it! I will get more stressed out later! I'd better get some sleep!" Alia lay down and tried to sleep, but suddenly there was a very bright and dazzling white light.

"What's this! how glare!" shout Alia.

"*Listen to what is in your heart! don't get influenced by others*!"

the voice whispered in Alia's ear, and soon the light left.