INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER XXIII FOLLOWERS

(Akbar's Point of View)

(House of Akbar, Palembang)

My palace is an old saying where the most comfortable place in the world is at home.

I myself know the meaning, a few days on vacation and stay at Uncle and Mamak's place as if to miss my house, especially my own room.

Long day until tonight after class I can sleep until noon, plus my father and mother and sisters come home tomorrow.

“Now put the goods, ablution, then sleep” thought I when entering the motor in the front room

Finish it all, “Brukk” I jumped into bed, but because too much thought I forgot ablution so just wash my face, hands and feet.

The stuff I put in the front room either the bag will disappear or not.

“Huuu, own mattress is comfortable. But...”

Again...again and again the feeling of infinite pleasure like the expanse of the world's ocean, but I'm afraid to reveal him he would think me strange if explained.

Until now the feeling is still coming up to make my head want to explode, Words that I will never forget “I like you”.

Frightened because I've changed their feelings with a woman, I don't know what to call it maybe like but a lot of people call it love.

Jumping like a frog crashing on top of a bed I hugged and before long my consciousness began to disappear. Drowsiness began to sink like mosquitoes looking for victims to suck blood.

I don't know what happened but I gave up my body fatigue, I looked at the wall clock “AT 22:00 it turned”.

Recalling with drowsiness I did not realize what happened next, “How long did I sleep?” the first question in my head after waking up from a dream.

But the question only flashed a moment of happiness before I felt now swapping places with fear. Back my body can not move, “Weight...weight.ayo move”.

I tried to move my fingers first but still could not, the shadows from the dim lights of the room.

Half conscious of my mind drifting, it occurred to me that I had experienced this a lot but why do I always end up miserable. No need to think much longer for sure if it was them, after all my consciousness returned I read do’a and the holy verses of the Qur'an.

My mouth began to be able to make sounds, do’a and reading I present but felt something different when it was instantaneous my breath began to feel pressure.

I had to take in a lot more oxygen like I was panting I was starting to limp.

“A..yah....mother....” in a makeshift voice I call them both, it is so small that it will not even be delivered to the ants even once.

At that time I just realized if everyone at home was going on vacation just stay me alone.

Here.in this house.I should have stayed at Ainur house with friends, it's my purpose mini mala because I know this house is empty.

They'll attack me if I'm alone again, but because of last night I was forced to go back to this house. My mind began to tangle not knowing how, tears began to come out of the right eye followed by tears left.

Was my decision not to go with my family for a vacation together wrong? Is having fun with friends during the holidays wrong?

I should have one of those places but why was it because of that incident I did not think long and instead returned to my lonely home.

I'm afraid.around here no one will help me. I can't resist fear when it comes back to the words of father “You're an adult, a time of fear?”

Whether a high school teenager should not be afraid, adults. what is it. At a time like this I do not need those words. Until I cried in unconsciousness and understood that everything I was doing right now was wrong.

In those few minutes I felt that I had done a lot of things, so I remembered that there was one person who would not abandon His servant who was in trouble.

I said’a to Allah swt so that all these events are quickly completed, I want to move quickly and run as hard as possible out looking for help or go to the mosque.

The dimness in the eyes began to disappear I felt my prayers being answered more clearly and clearly as I blinked….

At the last moment I realized that on top of my body there was someone.black..big...Red eyes smoldering.

“That's enough!! Better I give up and pretend to be unconscious.” my heart starts to feel something scary, my heart is getting pounding.dag....dig… fast and fast until I close my eyes again.

I don't know if he's watching me, you know if I'm just pretending to avoid even smiling at my stupidity.

”Arrrghhhh” sounds that are familiar to me

“Arrrrgggggghhhh..Arrrgggghhhh” tiger roar from outside the house right on the front page.

Not the first time I heard this maybe the second or third time now the problem is getting bigger, the problem of the creatures that meinindihku alone is not finished coupled with the tiger demon. Finished already!!!

In my mind it is better to pretend until morning but somehow I want to open my eyes to see the situation around the room.

I thought the problem increased but after opening the eyes of the creature was no longer there, lost in the blink of an eye swallowed by the earth.

My body can move freely without a second thought I took out the mainstay of “step a thousand” and out of the house.

I ran unconsciously until finally stopped at the patrol post, fortunately there looks crowded just like I joined. The men who saw me approaching were shocked.

“Lho, why are you here these nights, Akbar?” ask Totok sir

“Ndak nothing sir, just can't sleep aja”

“Mana maybe he can not sleep even walk out of the house, danger. What time is it?”

I saw a wall clock hanging on one of the postal support posts, “Ha at 02.45pm!!” I thought it was 11pm but it was really late

The reason I made just now must have been strange if it was accepted by the fathers, but lucky I still had time to wear sandals and carry a cellphone.

“Iya just want the mosque for tahajud all dawn so no need to bother anymore” the reason I made back wrong because I was too hasty lock the mosque forgot to bring

It is impossible to return if the situation is like this I decided to join patrolling with the fathers until dawn.

But it doesn't make sense if I join the patrol immediately while the reason I want to go to the mosque.

“Ya already why not sit here first, the subuhan will still be long” said Mr. Sobri

Somehow I feel if Mr. Sobri knows my current situation, without further ado I immediately sit on the side of the patrol post.

“Please pak”

“Next time do not be alone many who follow you” said mr. sobri while I sat beside him

Hearing those words I sighed it turned out that my guess was correct, Mr. Sobri knew my predicament.

I just nodded my head and said, “Iya pak”, I tendered to the post post post post patrols calm my heart and mind

Before long, the words of the Muslim sir seemed to see something from the darkness of the night.

“Wah there were women through earlier” said

“Mana mang Mus” mang cunong younger than other fathers asked Muslims

“It looks like you are indeed being followed, but om did not expect it would be this much” covered in fear on his face I already know my existence is very dangerous if lingering in the patrol post

“How about this, suddenly I could see them. The more days more and more people follow me”

“ It is not a coincidence that someone must have sent them to you, for sure.

“Who?... Who did that, it is impossible if there are people playing for dislike of me”

“Not a person..” Pak sobri's words instantly surprised me,

“Then..”.

“Yes they”

***

“Allahu akbar..Allahu akbar” voice azan reverberated, I who lived together with mang cunong finished playing chess immediately set foot into the mosque

It didn't feel like time was going so fast lucky I was allowed to stay longer at the patrol station.

But even so I could still feel their presence, like there was an electric shock on my body and my head started to get dizzy signaling they were still wandering around.

In my heart I always thought why I should be afraid, I had to be brave, fight them forward and challenge so that this kind of event would not happen again.

But fantasy is different from the reality of fear beating me again, not just once but many times.

(Musholla Hibatulullah, 04.50 WIB)

Water in the morning makes the heart calm and clean, although cold but cool. Drowsiness no longer attacks even though it is ready to stop again.

The imam began to head forward, I who was still at the door of the mosque immediately entered and took the shaf in the first row.

Half an hour does not feel the prayer has been fulfilled the pilgrims began to flock home to understand after the weekday week began again.

”Today I will enter the house only this time I will definitely win against the damn jinn” my inner self began to vent

A moment of my courage appeared, the Muslim man dismissed me as if he knew my true purpose and purpose.

“Better you stay at home dad, still danger if alone. I also want to talk to you briefly”

Good opportunity for me to wait for noon time to arrive, “Bok pak” short I just reply to his words

(Home of the Muslim, 06.30 WIB)

Morning came, the sun had long risen now I sit in the teak chair belonging to Pak Muslim a public figure famous for his kindness.

Mr. Muslim himself worked as a freelancer, but he had a lot of effort to make money. Sawah about ½ hectares of his produce a lot of rice seeds, have a small building shop and gas business 3 kg all of it he got himself with his hard work.

Even so his house is very simple, on the right side of the house he keeps fowl, such as chicken and duck while on the left he grows many food crops such as chili, onions and tomatoes.

I think his family must have prospered without any shortcomings, without me realizing my daydream is too far the daughter of Mr. Muslim Mina his name has put a cup of black coffee and warm tea on the guest table.

“Please kak” greet Mina

“Iya thanks Mina” before Mina leaves and I'm lonely again waiting for Pak Muslim to finish with his business I start the pleasantries

“Mina how to school in High School 4? Must be a lot of tasks?” ask me

My hope is that Mina wants to answer my question and start a long conversation.

"Yes kak a lot of tasks when new class 1 let alone a lot of daily repetitions again”

“Iya is the name of the superior school, last semester what rank?” start a new topic

“Yesterday ranked 3 feet, lost to boys in class. Indeed the guy is clever”

I just nodded my head while drinking his homemade tea letting him keep talking.

“If sister herself last semester what rank?” shocked at Mina's question my nose was about to enter the tea

"Hhehe, only second rank Min, the other rank is difficult to shift so it only haul in two equal three”, I explained with a little arrogant tone

“Ohhh, he must be because of Ainur sister huh. Indeed the time of Junior High he always ranked first continues, let alone often organize”

“Ya really, but with that he can be a success” I again drink tea

“But brother pity no heck?” thinking about that strange question, my mind seemed to fly skyward

“Why pity?” I asked with my eyebrows down looking seriously at Mina

“Yes how yes, since childhood the time is up to learn and organize, free time at home is spent going to bimbel tutoring"

"There is no right play time, if invited, certainly do not have time even though the original want. Close friends must be just some of it can not help the work he has always done his own work”

“He is indeed individualism. Difficult to talk to surely end of debat”

my word

“But different when near brother, the debate is the hottest other students also want to participate in the debate also”

“Maybe the hate has crossed the limit” I just searched for a thousand reasons so that the events of me and ainur last night were unknown to others

“When Junior Brother Ainur had a girlfriend but the relationship only lasted a week and then broke up. After that many guys approached Ainur's brother but all were rejected as if he already hated men"

"Until now he has always been like that, until when I met brother Akbar and ka Ainur argued long Mina sure brother Ainur's heart was back open” continued

I don't know why I feel like I've just been given a little sister's advice on someone's love destiny.

My chance is there to express love to the chatty woman, but there is a serious problem with me so I hold back the feelings first and attach importance to the safety of the closest person.

“So not interested in love, learn first so smart if it has been successful new love-love”

“Iya anyway if brother Akbar was guessed must have a girlfriend, right brother smart, firm, good at organizing, let alone great at sports. But if you may brother please take care of Ainur Kak not to be alone continue”

“What's the reason?” ask me

“Then SMP kak Ainur once possessed, twice more. The creatures that enter like the same, the man so he kept telling the boys not to approach Ainur”

Hearing Mina's words I was so shocked that I realized one thing

(FLASH BACKS)

“You don't know that I'm hurt in the past right, I'm hard to get friends let alone a girlfriend. Don't be pretentious, if only no one would take care of me I'm free”

“Sickness?, severe…. Sorry nur...if any of my words make your heart ache..please apologize” while saluting Japan.

Ainur just kept quiet and kept looking at me like a disgusting person, I started to lift my head looking at his face. Sweet like an angel smiling and laughing, I was unconscious until tears flowed out.

“Well even cry nur, sorry ya”

(FLASH BACK END)

So his words back then were the truth and I now realize it if there is a supernatural being guarding Ainur.

If I deduce from my thoughts and events all along, the black creature that attacked me last night is the guardian creature Ainur does not like me to approach its host, he said, it was likely that the creature had been fond of the Ainur for a long time and it was difficult to take it off.

My and Mina's conversation ended after Mr. Muslim came from behind the house, wearing a prayer case and a button-t-shirt he was sitting in the chair next to me.

Mina consciously and immediately say back to the back to put the tray “Mina back first yes kak”

“Iya thanks ya for the drink Mina”

"Sorry old bar, just finished feeding the same chicken duck”

“What is it sir, but what is it you brought me to Rumah”

“I go straight to the point, you are now being followed by many subtle creatures last night until you come to the patrol post around the post in full of so many dedemit”

My hair immediately stood up all heard the words of Mr. Muslim without being at length he made my tenant heart again feel bad vibes.

Well I know that someone is following me but the word “many” Pak Muslim scares me.

“Means a lot sir?”

“You can definitely see them?”

I know the talk that Mr. Muslim is talking about, I think now I better tell all the events that I am experiencing now to the community leaders maybe my problem is a little reduced.

“Iya sir actually since a long time ago I can see them, but only limited to black or white shadows. But these few months my eyesight became clearer, seeing them now scared me"

“Have you guessed, the inner eye akbar open itself”

“Inner eye?”

“Yes eyes that can see subtle creatures and other worlds”

I've been conscious for a long time but I've always been looking for excuses not to get involved in mystical things but now I have to move forward to solve this problem.

“Means right all the things I see are subtle creatures” my head feels like it wants to break accept this reality

“What fathers can also see them?”

“Iya but the inner eyes of the father in open forcibly when playing horse lumping first. But the strange father saw the inner eye akbar new open a few months but why many creatures that follow you”

“That's what Akbar was confused about, as if they had any intention of disrupting”

“If the problem is you can not help, try asking with Mr. Sobri he will be able to see the same expel makhlus smooth”

Mr. Sobri, or mr. de Sobri is indeed able to expel the evil jinn, many citizens have been helped by him.

Two years ago he helped a teenage boy in a trance, his body convulsing like an electric shock. He was taken to the nearest mosque to be in ruqyah so that the subtle creatures that entered his body were removed.

Mr. de Sobri was the one who brought out the genie, although I did not see directly hear the stories of the people I already believed.

Neighbors or next-door relatives have a strict nature to the family and look authoritative when talking to others, I have also heard the heroic story of Mr. de Sobri from his mother a year ago.

Rada was confused and afraid, “Maybe Akbar must ask for help Mr. de Sobri deh” saw Pak Muslim's wooden wall clock shows at 07.15 WIB I want to leave home

“Ya already then Akbar go home first sir all want to ask with Mr. de Sobri” I spent the hot tea made by Mila and immediately move from the teak chair

“If there is nothing to the father's house, you are also your family vacation far away you do not follow”

Strange... after all I saw Mr. Muslim like he already knew all about my problems, but after knowing if he also had an excess of inner eyes like me I should be able to trust him.

“Iya by him Akbar already had plans to play at a friend's house eh but instead canceled. Hence this slightly disappointed” in my own heart a sense of disappointment mixed with happiness and fear into a unity

"Yes, Mr. Akbar came home first, thank you. Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikumsalam”

CHAPTER XXIII FOLLOWERS.... FINISHED