Karma's Snare Goib Ku's Husband
Chapter 112: Part Special II

A small body that is always happy with simplicity. A moment to immerse a warm kiss that leaned against the princess' forehead. "Humaira Najwa. Mother ...,"

Just wanted to say Bella's current condition. However, Abi came crashing with his hands grasping his phone. Unfortunately, his conversation with the princess was not interrupted. The person on his cell phone he didn't bring.

"What's up, Bi?" tanya Azzam tried to stay calm, let alone Najwa sitting on his lap.

Abi handed the flat object to his son, "Najwa, come with grandfather. I'm still making Wawa's favorite cake, you know."

"Holeee," cried Najwa according to switch to welcome the hand of the grandfather. "Abi, Wawa excuse me, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Abi's daughter." Azzam let his father take over to look after Najwa. Then, he looked at the phone screen. It turns out that from Sumpah and the call is still connected. "Tell me, now how's my wife?"

The voice of explanation from across was well listened to. Not one was missed, the chants of dhikr continuously accompanied him. What does patience mean? When you can't be honest. Someone said. Is your patience to be sincerity?

After listening for ten minutes. He looked up at the clouds up there. The waves run from north to south. Long breath with istighfar. Life never forgets trials.

The birth of Najwa Humaira became a happiness that complements the small family of his household, but behind it. Change is starting to happen. At first everything is fine until he sees the strange behavior of Bella, his wife.

The woman began to behave strangely, even several times doing things beyond reasonableness. After tracing, it turns out that his wife's body still stores the remaining energy from the red stone pomegranate. The waste that could feel that energy, said it would help.

But on condition, Bella will stay at her house. That energy must be eliminated so as not to become a problem in the future. For almost a week, his wife did not live at home. Najwa who always asked, made him confused to answer what.

This time, Simbah informed him that Bella should do ruqyah gradually. Of course to do that, then Azzam himself will be the leader of the ruqyah. Only, they had to prepare the right place so that the energy of the red stone pomegranate did not move to another body.

"O Allah, make the business of your servant easy. Ridhoilah is the effort that we do. Give our daughter Najwa the love of a mother. Amiin."

It feels heavy, to straighten something that has been bent. However, the final result will follow in the footsteps of his efforts. Azzam moved from his place, he wanted to give time to the beloved princess. Before leaving the boarding school.

The students who are busy doing the routine as usual, seem to nod and spread a smile of greeting. Footsteps that continue down the path to the source of the tempting fragrant aroma. Especially if not in the kitchen.

Sayup-sayup heard the voice of Najwa who kept asking this and that, making the people around the child overwhelmed. Including Abi who occasionally chimed in the babble of his beloved grandson. His arrival distracted everyone's attention.

The gaze of the son's calm eyes, did not change the look of his sorrowful eyes. As a father, he understood how Azzam felt. A young child, and a wife who should get treatment. It is not easy to control the emotions that are turned upside down.

Two days passed. Today, Azzam left his home. Of course after leaving Najwa Humaira to his father. The sound of a motorbike splitting the rice field in the middle of the night blind. The man let the gust of wind touch rubbed the white skin that was free from the thread.

However, the journey was not as easy as usual. It feels like the road is so long without end. Azzam glanced at the clock on his left wrist. A short needle that points in the direction of three, and a long needle that points in the direction of six. It means at half-four in the morning. But the air felt, why is it like hot weather during the day?

Something must be wrong. Instead of panicking, Azzam chanted the Islamic verse he taught his daughter. The poem is like this....

At the door of Your mercy I stand

Expecting mercy and love

Though the dust of sin

Wishing you always

Now I want to go back

To You, Rabbul Izzati

To be calm always shade

For the rest of my life

A very meaningful verse. Seeking protection for the Supreme Being. As the verse chants, a misleading aura releases itself. Hot air begins to evaporate, but it does not just disappear. Sayup-sayup heard the noise of the wind with an erratic scream.

The journey should be short. It feels so long, until the chants of the verse change the holy verse of the Quran. Azzam did not let all the interference he could, become a hindrance. Finally after struggling, from a distance there appeared a row of yellow bamboo that became the fence of a house.

"Alhamdulillah, right up to."