Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 12

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The moonlight began to dim when Hastungkara was solemn in his dhikr.

The girl looked cross-legged with a grain of prayer beads in her hand.

Although the body is still on the prayer mat, but the Hastungkara tribe seems to fly to the place he wants to go to-the Atmajaya residence.

There, Hastungkara saw various kinds of invisible creatures. The creatures just stared at Hastungkara without daring to touch.

Hastungkara recited the prayer while pleading for protection to the Divine when presented with a scene that made him shudder in horror. I don't know what he saw.

After reciting the prayer, Hastungkara rubbed his face with his palm and decided to return before Atmajaya knew of his whereabouts.

"Alhamdulillah-" Hamdalah was cut off from the lips of Hastungkara when his tribe returned. He then opened the net and breathed a sigh of relief while grateful that God still gave him the opportunity to live in this mortal world.

"God, guard Derana from all the evils of the creatures that You have created. Do not let their goals be achieved. Give protection and care to the companions of the servant," the begging of the Hastungkara skipped a moment after the sound of divine longing was heard.

The young girl moved from the prayer mat. He intends to participate his grandfather, performing congregational dawn prayers at the mosque which is not far from the house of Derana-friendsnya.

"Sir, grandfather left first yes," said Wijaya accompanied by a line of smiles that adorned his vulnerable face.

"Rara come along, Kek!" sahut Hastungkara's.

"Tumben is coming, Nduk cah ayu? Usually, you do not want to perform congregational prayers in the mosque with the reason .. the woman is more important to perform prayers at home."

"But this time, Rara wanted to come to the mosque. Can you please, cake?" his door groans while clenching both palms in front of the chest and putting on the face of puppy eyes.

Wijaya published a smile and rubbed the head of his favorite Hastungkara-grandson. "Of course you can, Nduk. Let's go!"

"Satur nuwun Kek." Hastungkara looks excited. The young girl smiled widely and briefly hugged Wijaya's body as an expression of gratitude.

After locking the door of the house, Wijaya guided Hastungkara-swinging his limbs towards the Al Makmur mosque.

Arriving in the courtyard of the mosque, they cross paths with Farel. The man looks very polite and friendly. Showing a sweet smile, Farel greeted Wijaya and Hastungkara.

Hastungkara screeched and twisted the lazy eyeball. He was careless to see the attitude and heard the words Farel which reflected a hypocritical man.

So clever the man put on the mask and played a role, so everyone thought ... Farel was a godly man and approached the word perfect. But in reality, it is very inversely proportional.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings from Zain divert attention. Hastungkara, Vijaya, and Farel immediately rotated their heads towards the handsome young man.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the three compactly.

"Ustadz, let's get into the foyer!" invite Hastungkara and Zain to reply with a nod.

"Excuse me, we go first. There's something I want to talk to Ustadz Zain about" he said.

Wijaya nodded and smiled. "Yes Nduk. But not for long! Soon iqamah," said Wijaya while wiping the hijab that covers the Rikma Hastungkara.

"Grandpa's ready." Hastungkara smiled widely. Without realizing it, Farel stole a glance. The man with mature brown skin was fascinated to see the face of his wife's friend Hastungkara.

Hah, if you hadn't been a song, I would have fallen in love and would have made you queen.

Hastungkara frowned when his sense of hearing caught Farel's speech which was only spoken in the heart.

"Tadz, let's go! Hunt iqamah," he said. The young girl then pulled the end of the cocoa clothes worn by Zain.

Zain could only step back - following Hastungkara's steps after saying the greetings he addressed to Wijaya and Farel.

"It seems you're avoiding someone" Zain guessed as the two set foot on the porch of the mosque.

"Yes." Yeah." Hastungkara answered briefly followed by a heavy sigh.

"He was .. a hypocritical man and more worthy of being called a demon" he continued.

"What do you know about him?"

"Many lot, Tadz. He and his family are devils. They tried to ensnare and conquer Derana to achieve the goal in a perverted way" Hastungkara explained, answering the question posed by Zain.

"Lantas, what do you want to do to help Derana?"

"That's what I'm thinking, Tadz. For now, I can only recite and ask God for guidance."

"You be careful! I don't want anything bad to happen to you" Zain's message voiced his anxiety.

"Ustadz is worried about me?" tanyanya while tempting the idol.

"Of course I'm worried about you, Ra. You're my future aunt. If allowed, I want to preach you right now. I want to be your reinforcement and guardian" Zain said bluntly.

"Ustadz don't worry! There is a God who is my reinforcement and guardian --"

The chatter of Zain and Hastungkara was interrupted when the sound of iqamah was heard. The two also separated. Zain positioned himself in the ranks of the male shaf, while Hastungkara in the ranks of the female shaf.

Unlike the Hastungkara, Derana performs dawn prayers at home.

As a wife, Derana was eager to perform congregational prayers with Farel-husband.

But Derana realized that her wish would never come true because the man who had married her was not a godly husband, but pretended to be godly in the presence of others.

Farel banned Derana from praying in the mosque on the grounds ..a woman is better off praying at home. But the truth is, Farel wants to freely spread slander, incite everyone so they hate and think that Derana is a very ungodly wife.

Derana was stunned when she heard the creaking of the open door followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Have you finished your prayer, Mom?" Derana uttered a question to just mince words while folding the face she just released.

"If it's not finished, why am I going home." Instead of answering the question expressed by Derana with a smooth word, Farel instead issued words pitched ketus, then landed his body weight on the lip of the bed.

"Prepare! This morning, we will go home to grandfather's house" he added as he reached for the device lying on the nightstand.

"But Mas, I already promised Mr. Umar to work on his rice field --"

Farel slashed Derana's words with an annoyed clack. "Ck, yasudah. We leave in the afternoon. You work! Find a lot of money! Come home from the fields, buy me a cigarette!" he then brought his body up.

Derana shook her head and pronounced Istighfar. The husband who was supposed to be in charge of giving a living, instead told her to work-seek money just to buy cigarettes.

While their other needs, borne by Usman and Ratri. Both of Derana's parents are willing to work from morning until dusk to find extra money, so they can meet the needs of life and obey all Farel's requests, especially providing delicious food ....

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