MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
THE SIXTYTH EPISODE

Laila's family moved to Lombok. Ali and Laila had to leave the house due to the expired deadline of the new owner after the Laila family home was sold to make up for his corrupt debts to the company.

Inevitably, Ali takes Laila to the rented house of his parents who also visit Laila often.

But the situation is not the same as it was then.

Laila is now Ali's wife.

It is clearly stated on a piece of paper that the two have become a husband and wife by being signed by Amil and the chairman of RW in the former Laila house.

Ali and Laila were both confused.

They were silent with eyes looking at each other.

"This..my room."

Ali opened the door to her room.

The sound of the deafening creaking hinges made him ashamed.

"Looks...,"

"Assynoltom..."

Ali turned towards the voice of someone standing at the door.

Contract owner! Baba Ibram's!

Ali was starting to feel uneasy.

The owner of the contract came, there were two possibilities. One to collect the rent, another possibility to get him out of the house because the land and the building has been sold to the housing developer.

"Baba', come in Ba!"

Baba Ibram looked at Ali and looked at Laila in the face.

"This.., Laila. Ali's wife."

Either way, Ali could introduce Laila to Baba'Ibram straightforwardly.

"You? Already married? When?"

The owner of the house was shocked.

Ali handed him a piece of paper that he had not had time to photocopy and laminate.

"Oh, it was noon." His smile made Ali unable to judge the words of Baba Ibram. But from his eyes that glanced at Laila's stomach, Ali could guess that he had misunderstood her.

Foolish, he wants su'udzon the Laila to persevere! I don't care!

Ali was waiting for the next sentence that came from the lips of Baba Ibram.

"Li! I'm sorry earlier."

Ali began to guess what Ibram would say after this.

"Ali, you better find another contract, huh? The land of Baba' is for sale!"

"Huh? Sold?"

Ali, who used to shiver in the cold, could only grin his teeth at the words of Baba' Ibram. Now just confused.

Moving out? Gotta move? Whither?

"Where should I move, Ba'?"

"Find another contract, Li! Pardon me! Baba' needs money too!"

Laila sat down to close Ali.

"The land and the house Baba sold. Here, there is little for you to find a new contract. More worthy than this. Especially if you have a family now."

Ali. Baba put the envelope on the floor and stood up from her seat.

"Thank you, Ba'!" reply Ali briefly.

He took the envelope and put it in his pants pocket. Then stand and follow the baba' Ibram who pay attention to every corner of the house and also the yard.

Ali also followed his gaze.

The tree has been built by his father for almost five years. Still standing on a mahogany tree.

All the good memories of Ali, there.

His love story is buried in Laila, but it turns out God finally made himself a rib that disappeared one after many events.

Events that make no sense. It only exists in the world of novels. Ali still does not believe in his life.

Ali's surprised. Laila's hand suddenly infiltrated between her arms. Baba Ibram had left without realizing it.

Ali turned to face Laila who was staring at the tree house perched up there.

"Now, all just memories."

Laila's murmur made Ali let out a long sigh.

"It feels like a dream..."

"You must be very sorry to marry me. You must also think all these bad circumstances are because I bring negative energy. I.., bring misfortune to life even to whoever is near me."

"Hey! Why is that talking?" sontak Ali rebukes Laila.

"A year ago, me and some of my friends were walking into a fortune teller stand at a night market. The astrologer, said that next year, I am in the phase of the unlucky bearer for the people around. Next year it's this year. At first, I didn't pay much heed to the crazy shaman's prophecy that was supposed to give me bad information. But.., since the beginning of the year, my father was cheating on me from Mama. Then they had a big fight and almost separated. Until, the second brother who got the narc+ba case. Then the first brother who also got a case in the company where he worked. It's like marching into a streak of misfortune that's happened in my life. I.., start fretting."

Deg

Laila's story made Ali gasp.

"A fortune teller at the night market stand?"

Ali suddenly remembered something.

Deg deg deg deg deg deg

He began to remember the look on the face of the fortune-teller who he also visited last year, also in the night market.

The face that.., he remembered and only realized. A round face with large eyeballs in deep black. A large nose with slightly muzzy lips due to its barking teeth.

The body of the fortune-teller, large height with mature sapodilla skin that tends to be rather dark.

"That's Embah Kandut!!!" pekik Ali realized who the fortune teller was.

Spontaneous Laila surged in surprise.

"You know that crazy shaman?" laila asked in a curious voice.

"I also entered the stand last year! The fortune teller stand at the night market near the bull field, right?"

"Yes, yes! You also foreseen that shaman? What say? Were you also predicted badly by that shaman?"

Ali recalled a year ago.

At that time, he was walking down the night market. At that time he was 18 years old. Early graduation from high school. And the headache of not having any money and living a long life.

Ali, who was traveling around carrying his job application file, was interested in the board printed with the words "Preview of the Future only ten thousand rupiah" on a stand at the night market.

Ali who had the remaining money cost of ten thousand rupiah was immediately interested and took the initiative to know his future, immediately deflecting his steps into the boisterous stand.

"You have considerable charisma in the future. Your life will be good and reach gold after the next three years. There are two faithful women standing on your left and right. But be careful, if you can't be fair, then you're done with those women. Haha..haha...!"

At that time, Ali was just laughing. Although he only considered the prophecy as a booze, but his heart was quite entertained because the shaman prophecy that he finally knew was Embah Kandut, Yadi's grandfather who opened a fortune teller stand in the bull field night market.

"So, uh,... Embah Kandut is also still alive apparently!?!" ali was confused again.

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