Kualat On Sacred Mountain
Not Home

“In this case the latest output bed, but kok not good gini ya make in bed?” although he did not like it, he did not have another bed to sleep on that night.

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Reza, who was having breakfast, looked at her mother.

Because his mother never cooked all this time, now even busy processing the kitchen.

Is it possible that this is because I disappeared for 3 weeks, so my mother was diligent in cooking for me? inner Reza.

He was very happy with the change of the mother who is now paying attention to him.

“Eat a lot yes son, you need a lot of nutrients to restore your weight,” said Wika.

“Iya ma'am, thank you very much.” Reza also ate fried rice made by his mother.

“Hum.. yummy bu.” Reza did not think that his mother was good at cooking.

“Really? Then you have to spend it all.” Wika stroked the top of her son's head.

Reza was so happy with the attention he got from his mother.

After finishing breakfast, Reza paid a farewell to his mother.

“Bu, I want to go to the room first,” said Reza.

“Iya son, do not forget to sleep.” Wika said to her eldest son.

“Iya bu.” Reza went to his room.

Arriving in the room, Reza took her phone located on the table.

“Kok no network anyway?” Reza was surprised, because all this time the mobile number he used his network was always a lot, what else in his home.

Reza scratched his head, “If this is the case anyway, I can't call the other one.” Reza who wants to discuss Ali with his friends is forced to postpone it.

“Besok course on campus,” muttered Reza.

He went back to rest because he was tired.

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Angga who is sleeping soundly in his room dreams of Meli.

“Please me! Angga, help me, don't leave me! Hiks!!” Angga saw Meli tied to a tree with a very large chain.

Meli's tears implied an overwhelming fear.

“Meli! What happened!” Angga wanted to remove the chain wrapped around Meli's body, but unfortunately, Angga's body was translucent, unable to hold the chain that prevented Meli from leaving the pitch black place.

“Meli! What should I do?” Angga continued to talk to Meli, but Meli did not hear and see him, because Meli just kept asking for help.

“Whoever! Help me!!! I don't want to be here!? Hiks!!” Meli is crying.

Before long, Asrita came out from the tree trunk that bound Meli.

“Ih hihihihi.. no one will be able to help you, hahaha!!! Kualat!” asrita.

Asrita who has long hair up to the ground, and wears all-black clothes, adds a sinister impression in the heart of Angga who first saw it.

“Ih hihihihi!! You think it's safe? Hum??!” Asrita turned towards Angga.

Angga who got a creepy look from Asrita instantly woke up from her sleep.

“What is this? Why do I have such a nightmare? Didn't we all go home together?” Angga massaged his painful temples.

His brain was unceasingly thinking about the meaning of the dream he had just experienced.

Then Angga wiped away the cold sweat that was on his forehead.

“Yes Lord, please give the servant a hint, in order to find the right path.” Angga prayed to the creator.

Because after all, he felt that the new dream he had was not an ordinary dream.

When Angga wanted to close his eyes again.

He heard someone from behind his window crying as he called his name.

Although curious about the figure who called his name but Angga did not dare to check who was behind the window of his room.

“Angga!! The goose! Answer, I miss you so much!” the old woman from behind the window of her room said she missed him.

While the heart of Angga jolted when he heard the word mother.

“Mother?” the curious one got up from his sleep.

Although afraid, but Angga who wanted to know who someone was looking for it was finally brave enough to check it out.

When Angga was in front of the window, Alia suddenly opened the door to Angga's room.

“Nak, dinner is ready, let's eat first,” said Alia.

Angga who wanted to open the window undoes his intentions.

She followed her mother into the kitchen for dinner with her father.

Angga who was sitting on the bench of the dining table suddenly remembered the door of his room .

Didn't I lock my room? inner Angga.

He also looked closely at the face of his mother who always smiled at his mother and father.

Mother has changed, usually more often pouting than smiling, inner Angga.

Angga never stopped seeing his mother who looks more beautiful after a month did not meet him.

The next day, Angga who woke up at dawn intended to pray.

He got up from his sleep and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After 15 minutes in the bathroom, Angga came out, then Angga put on his prayer clothes.

He who wants to worship the Divine to the little prayer that is in his house.

As he was about to pray, his mother came with an angry look.

“What are you doing?” ask Alia.

“Sholat, do you want to join me?” Angga invited his mother to pray together.

“No!” after that, Alia left.

After Alia escaped from the eyes of Angga, suddenly the lights in the house were completely dead, the pitch black atmosphere made it difficult for Angga to reach the mushollah not far from her.

Angga tried to keep walking, but his eyes that could not see anything even hit something, until he sat down

“Aduh!” Angga also lightly massaged his buttocks that hurt. Then he felt what was in front of him.

“Land?” Angga continues to feel, back and forth, then from right to left side.

The deg!

“Isn't this a tomb?” angga's heart was beating very fast.

He slowly retreated from where he was sitting. He felt that his place was not his home.

Angga who wants to get guidance and help from the creator, stood up and performed the dawn prayer very fervently.

On the first rakaat nothing happened, after the second rakaat.ngga also began to get interference, behind Angga appeared a figure who followed his prayer reading.

Who'sis that? inner Angga.

Despite the fear enveloping him, but Angga continued to pray.

Angga who wanted to get along suddenly smelled a foul smell that made anyone who smelled him want to vomit.

“Stop! Because your Lord will not be able to save you!!” a figure that does not know what his form is like speaks right in front of Angga's face.

The breathing of the figure was so fishy, Angga who was nauseous and willing to vomit wanted to stop praying.

But if I do, I will not be able to get guidance, help me O God, I want to escape from things that will mislead and also harm me, the inner Angga.

...Seriate......