Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 49

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"Father felt, something was wrong with us, son Randy. We're like being exposed to witchcraft so we lose our identity" said Usman-ending the story.

Randy then responded to the story that has been conveyed by Usman by expressing his argument. "From the story that you spoke and that was told by Mbok Karti, I also assume that the family of the Father was exposed to witchcraft that may be exhaled by Farel and his family. In my opinion, Farel deliberately married Derana just to realize the ambition. Not because of love."

"Father thinks so, too, son Randy. But you don't know yet, what ambition does Farel want to realize? According to Randy's son, what should we do?"

"In my opinion, it is better that Derana immediately take care of the divorce process with Farel, so that Derana can be separated from the snares of Farel and his family."

"Then what else, Randy boy?" Usman asked again.

"We must immediately meet Kyai Hasan at his residence to ask for advice .. so that the family can be free from witchcraft. After being freed from witchcraft, God willing the identity of the Father's wife will return," said Randy expressed his opinion.

"Father agrees with Nak Randy. You will immediately help Derana to arrange the divorce process and meet Kyai Hasan at her residence."

Usman tilted his head and asked Derana. "Sir, you don't mind 'D ya. .. take care of your divorce with Farel?"

Derana shook her head and published a smile. "Of course Rana doesn't mind, sir. Rana was even very grateful to Mr. and Mr. Randy who had been deigned to help Rana to immediately escape from the snares of Farel mas and his family. Rana's very tired, sir. Rana wants to be free from the pit."

"Thank God if so, Nduk. Bismillah, may Allah give His ease and pleasure," Usman's sincere prayer recited for his daughter.

"Aamiin, O Allah" said Derana, Sukma, and Randy, saying a prayer that had been recited.

Usman fixed his sitting position and then returned to the front. "If you can tell, who is Kyai Hasan and where he lives, son Randy?"

Randy smiled. Then he answered a question written by Usman. "Kyai Hasan is my foster father, sir. He was sometimes present to meet me in the form of a succum to give suppositions. His residence is in the village of Bantul. The Pondok Pesantren Al Mizan. Pesantren led and managed by him."

"Father knows the name of the village. There are indeed many kyai and ustadz that have advantages. Then, when do we go to Pondok Pesantren Al Mizan to meet Kyai Hasan, Nak Randy?"

"Fastly, Sir. Such as Mr deign, how about tonight-we meet him? Coincidentally, I also intend to visit Pondok Pesantren Al Mizan because I have not visited the boarding school for a long time. Better, we pay the Maghrib prayer first then continued the tadarus while waiting for the time of the issue arrived. After completing the Islamic prayer service, we had dinner together and after that .. we went to the Al Mizan boarding school to meet Kyai Hasan."

"What's wrong if we leave after dinner, Randy boy?"

"Of course not, sir."

"Alright, manut father Nak Randy," said Usman accompanied by a line of smiles that frame his vulnerable face.

"Let's pray Maghrib first in the mushola, sir!" Randy departs from the sofa followed by Usman and his two daughters, Derana and Sukma.

Then they swung their legs towards the mosque which was behind the house. It is located south of the park.

"Usman-" A familiar soft voice diverts attention. Suddenly, Usman rotates the body and searches for the source of the sound.

Usman gasped as his sense of sight caught a familiar object. Apparently, the owner of that familiar voice was Ranu, his childhood friend.

"Rancko? Are you really Ranu my childhood friend?" tanya expressed by Usman without diverting the gaze. He really did not expect, Divine will meet him with Ranu after decades of their separation.

"Yes Us. I'm Ranu-your childhood friend," she softly held back the taste buds.

"Yes Us. It has been a long time since we met. Every time I went back to Widow Village, I never met you. You still live in your parents' house or in your own house, Us?"

"I live in my wife's house, Ran. Well, I don't have the money to buy land and build a house yet" Usman said.

"Prophe Us! God willing, the time will come, you get more fortune so you can buy land and build a house" said Ranu encouraging Usman, his childhood friend.

"Aamiin, may Allah incite. You probably know what it's like for a husband to live hitchhiking in a wife's house, Ran. Frankly, I don't feel like I have any self-esteem --"

"That's it, put that feeling down, Us! Don't torture your own mind! Iqomah, let's get into the mushola!" ranu truncated Usman's remarks.

"Yes, Ran. Where's husband? Do you pray in congregation?"

"My husband is already in the mushola. Nur and his daughter too. Continue talking later! We're almost late."

"You go first, Ran! I haven't purified myself with ablution water."

"Yes, I'm first?"

"Monggo Ran."

Ranu swings his legs-entering the mushola. Then he stood parallel to the other (female) worshipers. While Usman rushed to take ablution water to purify himself.

After the iqomah, Randy brought his body forward and positioned himself as a prayer priest.

"Allahu Akbar." Takbir who was taken from Randy's lips as a sign of the start of the ritual prayer Maghrib-the manifestation of human servitude to God, God Who controls the Whole Universe.

Randy chanted love with his voice that sounded melodious to the heart of all who heard it, not least Derana and Hastungkara ....

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