CUTS
Soursop Leaf...

The next day they left for Wengi Village again but before that they will stop in the district to clean up the necessities for the next two weeks.

“Good morning, Sir.” greet the students.

“Again, I ride where?” ask Iskandar to Dodik.

“My name only, Sir.” Dodik opened the car door.

“Em, alright.” Along the way, Iskandar kept thinking about his dream last night.

Ari who slept one room with him panicked when she heard Iskandar talking and then shouted in sleep. “As long as we sleep together, only this time you dream until your sweat is pouring like this.” Said Ari in front of his friends who participated to see Iskandar's condition.

After prayer, remembrance and teaching. Iskandar has not forgotten his dream. Her body was also hot but she did not have a fever. His dreams are too bad to tell until he is alone.

"How did you sleep last night?”

“Yourself, Sir.”

“Why, Sir?” asked Aisyah in the backseat ventured.

“No.” Iskandar couldn't possibly have told them about his dream. Dodik can turn suddenly if he knows how bad the dream is.

“Father is fine?” asked Aisha hesitatingly.

“B-Good.” Iskandar's Lies.

“I told my parents about your broken plate when you read the prayer. Papa I said, chances are there is something bad in there.” said Aisyah.

Iskandar was suddenly interested in what Aisyah said. “Since when did your Papa become a shaman, Ai?” ask Goddess.

Aisyah smiled small, “Papa I will often to remote areas first so know various stories so.”

“What do you work for, Ai?” tanya Dodik was curious.

“Doctor, Mr. Chairman. Aisyah's parents are both doctors.”

“Ouh...” said Dodik then refocus driving.

“Sorry, sir if I was presumptuous to ask. Do you feel heavy? My papa said that the body feels heavy when we do nothing can be someone who follows. I saw my father today differently. I'm afraid Father was followed.”

Sontak, Dewi and Dodik who were in one car glanced at Iskandar. “Really, Sir?” Dodik tried to make sure.

Iskandar was silent and that was enough to be the answer for them. “You don't say anything to each other. I don't want any noise.”

“What happened, Sir?” Finally, Iskandar told him about his nightmare for the three of them because they had been caught.

“Maybe someone likes the same Mr. there.” Aisyah's speech back sounded and somehow although embarrassed, he felt he had to talk to the lecturer.

“Remember yes, this is just between us!”

“Iya, Sir. We know kok.” Goddess Sahut.

They arrived in Koramil district. Mr. Hasyim welcomed them and then drove to the room they would use to stay during the KKN activities. “If need anything, just say, yes!” Iskandar nodded.

Students put their own stuff in. They also brought stoves, gas cylinders and other staples for the next two weeks. Aisha approached Iskandar who was reading a letter in front of the mess.

“Pak, here!” lirih Aisyah gave some soursop leaves. Iskandar frowned staring at the soursop leaf in Aisyah's hand and then looked at the girl in front of him who was looking down.

“Try Mr. squeeze until out of the water then wash over the bend Mr. That effort must be accompanied by prayer, right?”

“Thank you.”

Aisyah was about to rotate her body but Iskandar called back, “It's just me squeezed out the water right?” Aisyah nodded slowly and left Iskandar with soursop leaves in her hands.

By reading the sentence basmallah, Iskandar allowed the juice of soursop leaves on the nape of his neck. He continued to pray with an airy heart full of supplications to the Rabbi who was all-knowing again all-mighty to treat all kinds of diseases. His lips continued to say shalawat and dhikr until slowly with the permission of God, the body that had been heavy began to light. His sweat began to pour back around his temples and chest.

“Pak, this is in drink first.” Aisyah came back with a glass of warm water.

Without asking much, Iskandar immediately drank the water until the toilet. “Thank you, Aisyah.” Said Iskandar glancing at the girl who looked down.

“Sama-sama, Mr.” replied Aisyah then put his hand on Iskandar.

“Class, Sir.”

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” Iskandar gelagapan himself.

After Aisyah's departure, Dodik approached Iskandar who was reading the letters of antidote from the interference of jinn and demons.

“Mr is fine? Already use soursop leaves that Aisyah love?” Iskandar stopped his reading and looked at Dodik.

“I picked up because he didn't arrive. The tree is quite tall.”

“Thank you.”

After preparing dinner, they simultaneously invited the koramil fathers to join as a thank you for allowing them to stay there. After dinner and congregational prayers, they agreed to discuss the series of activities while there.

Late at night, all had taken their respective positions as well as Iskandar. He chose to sleep in one of the rooms in Pak Hasyim's official house adjacent to the koramil office.

Iskandar regained consciousness but this time he did not speak in sleep. Only her chest was up and down when she remembered how the girl's appearance had turned into a creepy granny.

Azan dawn began to sound faint-sayup from the direction of the mosque not far from the koramil office. Iskandar got up to take a bath and woke up his students. When he was about to go to mess, Iskandar stared at a figure who had used mukena. The figure smiled at him, “Bapak want to go to the mosque? I'm coming, huh? Dodik same others also follow.” Say soft Ayesha.

Not long after, Dodik and the others had already come out. They walked early in the morning to the mosque. The first sight seen by the residents of the district at dawn. Just this time the sub-district mosque was crowded at dawn. In the mosque only a few elderly people who have prepared to perform prayers. One old man who was about to become a priest suddenly called Iskandar.

“Nak, be a prayer priest during here.” Soft ink.

Iskandar agreed and then they returned to perform congregational prayers. Some people around Koramil already know about their whereabouts. Many of the residents are happy because their mosque looks alive with many students who perform congregational prayers there. While for students, especially those who had prayed before night became diligent after the events they saw yesterday in Wengi Village. There is a fear that stops them to make them reluctant far from the Lecturer.

Iskandar's melodious voice while chanting holy verses touched many hearts until some of them let out their tears during prayer. So is the beautiful girl named Aisyah. He really enjoyed the chanting of the two voices of his Lecturer to make him want to repeat the congregational prayer together. Aisyah deliberately set an alarm with a hard volume to keep her awake. He also said strange things to his friends so they would go to congregational prayer.

“We want KKN in Wengi village, you sure do not want to pray for help with God to be guarded from invisible creatures there.” Suddenly all his friends wake up to follow the prayer.

“Fresh air in village.” Celtuk Dewi when they came home from the mosque on foot together.

“What time do we leave, Sir?” ask Dodik.

“After breakfast we can already get there.” Answer Iskandar.

Aisyah who was in the back row was eager to ask about the condition of the lecturer but did not do because many of her friends there.

Meanwhile, in Malang. Cut was being stunned almost in disbelief with the guest who was standing in front of him at this moment. His tongue seemed to be mute with a restless feeling that enveloped him. This beautiful woman in front of him was very similar to Faisal.

“Tante his mother Anugrah?”

Degs…

Stunt cut, “What can I enter?” ask the woman again.

“Please!”

“Please sit down, I make you a drink first. Oh yeah, what would you like to drink?”

“Anything, Aunt.”

Cut stepped his foot into the kitchen while holding his chest. “Yes God, is he really his son? Why is his face so similar even more like her than Iskandar.” Cut muttered then brought a tray containing two cups of tea to the living room.

“Silakang drunk!” The young lady nodded.

Cut continued to watch the face in front of him intently. “What does my face remind Aunt of someone?”

Glegs…

“I, Anindita. Sister of Tiara ex-boyfriend Anugrah.”

Degs…

“You?-“ Throat Cut as if choked. It was like he was at a loss for words.

“Yes, my son Mama Shinta but Papa Toni is not my Papa.”

“K-you know from where?”

“Ck, I am an adult, Aunt. Our faces are far different. All this time I was silent not because I didn't know. Just when I heard Aunt talking to Mama in the side yard of the house that night. I am curious about the secrets of you two. I'm sure the secret has something to do with me, right?”

“Why not ask your Mama?”

“I don't want to hear lies, Auntie. That's why I secretly came here to meet Auntie directly. I want to know the truth.”

Cut was silent, he was confused what to say to this young woman. He does not want to make a wrong decision. “What will you do if you get what you are looking for?”

“I want to meet my biological Papa if it is still alive otherwise-“ Dita paused her speech while staring fixed Cut. “Maybe with a piece of photo is enough to answer my curiosity.”

“What Papa my bladder is still alive?”

“You're not curious about my relationship with your biological Mother and Papa?” Cut asked back.

“That's your past. I just want to see the face of my biological Papa.”

“What did your mother say all this time? You must have asked, right?”

Anindita sighed looking at this mature woman in front of her. “Why is Aunt so annoying?”

“Jawab first my question! What did your mother say about your real father?”

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