Maduku Pellets!
Chapters. 23

Chapters. 11. Wa Story.

Sari began to tell me what her sister had experienced.

"Sister I used to feel what you are feeling right now madam. The person he had considered a friend turned out to be able to betray my sister named Lira. Brother Lira's best friend used a spoon on her lips so that Lira and her husband would obey the woman's words."

"Skewers? What is a stacking? I've heard of it, but I don't know yet what detail it's stacking." Shofia tried to remember where she had heard of the shrinkage.

"The skewer contains a jinn that is planted in certain body parts in order to get out the aura. For example, on the lips, anyone he talks to will be easily affected. But if the pile is planted in the eye then anyone who sees the eye of the person will be fascinated and submit to the person," explained Sari eagerly. He was happy to help his employer.

"Right, like that? Can it also make the person who sees or he is headed to feel afraid and reluctant?" Shofia is increasingly interested in what happened to her sister Sari.

"Yes, Madam. In some others there are willing to commit crimes or commit suicide if the person wearing the milking tells them to." Sari recalled what she had heard about the susuk.

"Yes too!" Shofia shuddered in horror. Indeed the supernatural will not be digested by common sense, but still there.

"Yes, Madam. So horrible. People affected by stacking or pellet women or men who wear stacking will feel confused because he will realize if it is far from the wearer, and will be re-affected if it is close to the wearer of stacking it," sari confirmed what she knew about the shrinkage.

Shofia was astonished because it turned out to be so great the influence of susuk on the intended person. Bad thoughts flashed through his mind. Shofia asks how to avoid Freyaa's influence. Shofia thinks Freya has been wearing noses. What Shofia feels is almost the same as the signs of people affected by the influence of shrinkage.

"Sari, if you can figure out how your sister can save her husband from that woman?" ask Shofia again.

"The process is long, Madam takes up to five months. Depending on how much knowledge the shaman who put the stacking," replied Sari clearly remember how long the brother recovered from the influence of the stacking.

"meaning?" Shofia furrowed her brows.

The young lady smiled seeing the master so enthusiastically hearing the story from her. Sari hopes that the employer will get a solution to her problem.

"I mean, the shaman is the one who put up a stack on someone. Well the shaman has a high black magic or not. If the knowledge is high then the process is quite long, while if the shaman's black magic is low then the time needed to be conscious is not long."

"Oh so, okay I understand. If you want to be alone, why does it take five months? Is it because the science of female shamans is high?"

"Yes, Madam. Said Ustadz who handles my brother, science shaman who put up the stacking of his best friend quite high. It took me a long time to clean up from my sister."

Shofia mangosteen, in her heart she wants to do self-cleaning, although she knows if the in-laws can do. But he was ashamed to ask for help. Afraid that Shifia's accusations against Freya are not true.

"Sari, will you take me to the ustadz?" ask Shofia again. He was really curious if he was also affected by the influence of Freya.

"Of course, Madam. When do you want to see ustadz?" ask Sari happily.

Sari is a girl who has a high social spirit. He is happy to help anyone who needs his help. He is also smart and fun to talk to.

"Come on, what's my schedule now?"

"Stay, Madam. I'll see your schedule first." Sari moved from her seat to pick up a draft of Shofia's schedule on her desk.

Shofia let out a rough sigh, both of her hands massaging her throbbing temples. She was determined that today Shofia should know what happened to her. Suspicion - the suspicions that had been ambushing in his heart would soon be resolved today as well.

Tak ... Tak ....

The sound of Sari's high heels was heard. The hijab-wearing woman was so graceful with the Muslim uniform she wore. All female employees are required to wear a hijab if they want to work in the Barokah Group.

"Mrs, here's your schedule. There is no meeting schedule today. Only later in the afternoon there is a meeting with suppliers from abroad."

"It's still late afternoon, right? And how many hours' journey to the ustadz place?"

"Just close, Madam. Less than an hour if not jammed, if it jams can be two hours."

Sari gave a small smile hearing the master calling the honey to the dipper grandmother.

"Alright, Mistress. I'll get ready and tell the staff that we're leaving because there's an important event." Sari passed from in front of Shofia. Shofia herself also benagkit from her seat to prepare.

After finishing tidying up her appearance, Shofia and Sari left in a car. Luckily today Shofia did not use a driver, otherwise the driver would have told Farhan what his wife did.

The roar of Shofia's car split the streets that began to desolate. Everyone has gone to their offices and schools.

"Sari, how much should I pay for the ustadz?" shofia asked as she continued to focus on driving according to the instructions from Sari.

"Ustadz does not want to be paid, unless the mistress will berinfak for the mosque she is currently managing."

"Well, really? Very noble heart that. His wife must be very good too" said Shofia again.

"Madam, Ustadz is a widower. He did not want to marry again because his heart still did not want to replace the wife."

"Young? Oo ... So loyal to him. The average man could not long be widowed. They need an impingement, don't they?" Seloroh Shofia while laughing crisply.

Sari laughed, she was happy to see the master could laugh after a few days the smile was not on the beautiful lips of the master.

"Madam, later after the traffic light we turn right and enter 200 meters. Well, we're going to arrive at a big mosque. Behind the mosque is the house of the ustadz." Sari gave directions to the master.

Shofia nodded, after the green light came on, Shofia turned her car towards the right. You can see a mosque that is almost finished.

"We're here, ma'am. We just pass by the side" said Sari to take Shofia after getting out of her car.

"Alright," Shofia replied following Sari's steps.

Shofia and Sari walked together towards the back of the mosque. Looks simple house with a yard that is not spacious but beautiful to look at. There was a little girl in a headscarf. Her chubby cheeks made Shofia become anxious.

"Assalamu 'Aalaikum beautiful girl, Abah is home?" sari asked the little girl.

Feeling that there was a greeting, the little girl turned her head towards the source of the voice.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Aunt. Abah balu shower. Aisha call Abah first yes .." replied the three-and-a-half-year-old with her lisp.

Shofia was very worried about the girl. Her motherly soul thrashed to want to hug the little girl. But alas, not yet embraced the little girl had already run into calling the father.

Not long after, a man five years older than Farhan came from within.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Ustadz, '" said Sari.

"Wa'alaikum salam, you're Sari right? Oh yes please we sit on the terrace of the mosque only. Mumpung workers on holiday," replied the ustadz who still remembered the familiar face of Sari.

"Ustad holiday? Isn't this the day they should have come in?" ask Sari again.

"Ah, usual. If the funds run out then the workers take a holiday first. Come on, let's go over there," invite the guy with the Pakistani white robe. The shady face of the ustadz makes anyone feel comfortable if they are nearby, including Sari.

"Okay, Ustadz," Sari replied. He also invited Shofia who had fallen silent earlier. There is a fear of being close to the ustadz. The positive aura of the ustadz, made the side of Shofia's heart feel hot. The heat made Shofia sweat excessively cold. Shofia's eyes were also unfocused, wanting Shofia to leave the place, but her hand was held by Sari.

"Please sit down, tell me what's going on with Sari looking for me?" asked the ustadz while holding the princess who had not wanted to escape from her sling.

"Sari brought a friend who wanted to consult with ustadz, the same case with Sari's older brother, Tadz," explained Sari explained what her purpose was to come to meet the young ustadz.

The Ustadz stared at Shofia. A negative aura emanated from Shofia, a black shadow that he could catch was twitching on Shofia's shoulders.