KELANA
5.

The war finally broke out that night.

They fought for half an hour. Until finally the quarrel stopped because Pak Wahab chose to dodge and passed away with half a run.

Tonight's quarrel was the beginning of their relationship's subsequent disharmony.

In a household if it has been lived with dishonesty then what if dishonesty is exposed be prepared to bear the consequences.

Because of the affair of Mr. Wahab which was revealed, their relationship became tenuous.

The attention they should have given to Mirna became to look for faults and expose each other's disgrace.

Mirna is getting more stressed!

The problem is not yet widespread, now coupled with the problem of bickering both parents. The atmosphere of this house began to be like hell for him.

Mirna vomited again. This time, only water came out. It tastes so bitter.

Usually every night his mother would come to see him. But not tonight at all.

Mirna shook her head weakly. He closed his eyes trying to sleep. But hard.

Because his stomach is broken. Hungrier.

Forced to eat the cooking of her maid Esah, only a mouthful finally came out again.

Mirna could only cry.

Is this punishment for the sins he committed?

Mirna whatever!

He's very sorry. If time can be played back, then he will never do this kebod*han. As a result of wanting to prove the greatness of yourself that ends in disaster.

There is no cure for regret. No regrets in the face. Regret happens when something we don't want happens.

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Mumu is practicing how to treat the disease by rubbing acupuncture points using a series of silver needles.

This he had been doing for three months tirelessly so that he was increasingly proficient in recognizing the location of acupuncture points and was very good at playing the silver needle.

Not far from him was seen an old man wearing all-white clothes and white turban seemed to nod and smile at the work of Mumu.

Smile them. Seemed sincerity and peace on the face that began to wrinkle.

They were in a Musholla made of planks. Musholla is surrounded by various trees that keep the air cool and beautiful.

Fifty meters from the Musholla was flowing water from a very long river.

"We're finishing training today, son." There was an old voice that calmed the heart of the old man.

"God willing tomorrow at dawn we continue to learn the science of medicine by way of do'a and inner energy.

Momu nodded her head, "Thank you for the opportunity and the science that my grandfather taught me, Tuk."

The old man just smiled. As he stroked his whitened beard, he said, "In fact all knowledge comes from God. I am just an intermediary. As long as you study earnestly and practice this science in the way of goodness, it is already a blessing."

Do not forget to continue to offer the breathing method that I have taught you! This science will be more useful if practiced by means of breathing."

"Well, Tuk."

"Now go home! It's almost in prayer time."

When Mumu could breathe in smoothly, she immediately opened her eyes and immediately looked around her. It turned out that he was in the room where he lived, a former book warehouse.

It turns out it was just a dream!

He has often had such dreams. But usually when he wakes up, his memory is only vague to the results of his dreams. This time he felt his dream was very clear. It was as if he was experiencing it directly.

Mumu saw the clock. It was five in the morning. The air feels cold. Out there is the voice of the Azan.

Mumu felt her heart being moved to pray. That feeling is very strong.

This has never happened! Is this a guidance?

Without delaying any more time, Mumu immediately headed for the bathroom.

Time pass. Still in a state of sitting after dawn prayers. Mumu was curious to practice the breathing method taught by the old man in her dreams. The breathing method was firmly imprinted in his mind so that Mumu could practice it easily.

Your mother takes a slow breath through the nose and holds it for a while in the stomach then slowly takes off her breath and expels it through the mouth. Continuously repeated. Without feeling ten minutes passed.

Your mum's over with her breathing exercises.

He did not know whether the breathing method was useful or not. But clearly Mumu felt as if she had become calmer. His mind became brighter. There was a growing sense of confidence in his heart.

Mumu started getting ready to go to Mr. Wahab's house, not forgetting he put in his traditional medicine book.

He was convinced that reading this book was what led him to the strange dream.

This book is not as simple as it seems. So Mumu decided not to leave the book wherever she went.

The light of the morning sun greeted Mumu as she walked down the street to Mr. Wahab's house.

It feels warm and refreshing.

Mumu is getting used to riding the bike. The way wasn't as I used to be. At least he can control the pull of gas and brakes.

Mr. Wahab's house is still as it used to be. It just looks lonely. The door is still tightly closed.

Mumu pressed the bell. Shortly thereafter appeared a motherly woman aged 47 years who turned out to be named Bik Esah housemaid here.

"Is dad there, Buk?" Ask Mumu while smiling.

"Mr again out, son. Please enter! I've been waiting in the living room."

"Thank you, Buk." Mumu went straight to the living room. While Bik Esah returned to the kitchen to continue his activities.

"Please sit down, Mumu!" The sound of Fatimah Buk sounded hoarse. His eyes were as if he had cried.

"Yes, Buk." Mumu sat down immediately. Only now does Mumu realize that her attitude is calmer and not nervous when meeting Fatimah buk. It was very different when we first met. Maybe because I feel familiar? Mumu brushed off her guess.

"Evening you called me, what's the matter, Buk?"

"My son Mirna is sick not wanting to eat, this is actually due to her pregnancy process. So you can take her to the obstetrician's clinic."

"But, Buk..." Mumu did not expect that it was a task that should be carried out. "What does Sister Mirna want if I take her? We don't know each other, though."

"He'll want to. What's more, his condition is now so weak that he won't eat." Said Fatimah sadly.

Seeing Fatimah's buk attitude, Mumu did not dare to refuse, instead she asked, Where is Mirna's sister now, Buk? Can I see it?"

"Let's go to his room!" Buk Fatimah got up and walked towards Mirna's room while Mumu followed her behind.

After knocking on the door, they entered. How surprised Mumu saw Mirna's condition.