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"What do you mean?" yunus asked pretending not to understand. She grimaced and held her pants that felt wet.

"Don't be so stupid! Begos!" as Zaid was full of anger. How not, with a sick heart, he must see the suffering of his brother because of the use that Jonah might have sent him. "SAY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YUMNA?!!" his screams are getting angry.

"I-I don't-"

Bugh!

A raw bogeman floated quickly towards Jonah. Zaid punched Jonah in the face many times like a samsak. Farhan tried to break up the brother but Zaid did not release Jonah.

"Abang stop! He could die!"

"Let's go! I don't give a shit. Depraved man! What did you do to my sister, huh?!"

Jonah's body fell. His face was battered by the raw bogeman that Zaid had laid.

The situation went on fast enough that the sound of security could be heard coming through.

"What are you guys doing?!" reprimand security with a firm voice.

Zaid turned body. Stare hard at the man. "Don't interfere. Shut up and go!"

"No. Release Mr. Yunus. I can report you to the police."

"God!" Zaid snorted in annoyance. A small glance towards Jonah without caring what the security guard said. "You! Don't you dare bother my sister again. Otherwise, I could have killed you quietly. Remember that!" threatening him while wiping his sweat that poured.

After saying this, Zaid went from there with Farhan. While the security guard approached towards Jonah who though his face was filled with bruises, but instead looked grinning.

'It looks like Yumna's condition is really severe. I made it, hahaha, 'his mind is happy. Now he can calmly work on a new project that has been entrusted to him.

"Are you all right, Mr Jonah?"

"It's okay" he said, relaxing. Even though his pigtails were already very wet from his own pee. "Please help me get up, sir," he said, raising his hand for help.

"Ah, fine, sir." The security guard helped Jonah get back on his feet. "You're really okay, sir? Do I need to report it to the police?"

"no need. Just leave him alone. Maybe it's just a person who's stressed."

"Good, Sir. Let me help you to get to the car," bargained the middle-aged man.

"Yes. Thank you." Thank you."

**

On the other hand, Abyan had just arrived at the boarding school where he used to be.

When he got there, he immediately stepped towards the Kiyai's house without caring that some of the sons' students noticed him.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Abyan from the porch of the house whose door was always open.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." An old woman came out of her room wearing full clothes. Closer to her. "Son Abyan?" guess which was responded to by a nod by Abyan.

"Yes, Nyai. I'm Abyan."

"Maa is Allah. It's been a long time since you've been here, son. Come sit down, please" said Nyai pointed towards the chair on the porch of the house. "Wait here, I'll get you some water."

"No need to bother, Nyai. I'm okay."

"Don't say that. You are a guest. Just a minute."

"Okay, Nyai." Abyan nodded obediently.

He spread his eyes around. A lot has changed in that pesantren environment. Apparently, there are many people who have enrolled in school in the place.

Nyai came out of the house with a glass of cold water Abyan's favorite that he knew before.

"You still like cold water, don't you?" nyai asked as she placed the glass of water on the table.

Abyan nodded quickly. "Yes, Nyai. You still remember it."

"How can I forget, with the favorite drink of the beloved santri Abah," he replied with a smile. Then sit in the other chair. "Please drink, son."

"Thank you, Nye." Abyan took the drink and gulped it down slowly.

Nyai smiled happily to see Abyan back to their place after a long time did not come. But, there must be something that has happened, until Abyan seemed to rush to come there.

"I came here to meet with Kiyai and Nyai."

"Is there something with you, son?"

"It's not me, Nyai. But my wife."

"Innallillah."

"He had the exact same traits as the person who was exposed to magic, Nyai," Abyan told the publication.

His expression seemed surprised to hear it. He did not expect that would happen.

"How's your wife doing now, son?"

"When I stayed, he was already a little calm. But he won't see me at all." Abyan bowed as he revealed what had happened.

The next second, Kiyai had just arrived home. He smiled happily when he saw Abyan coming there.

"Abyan!" exclaim Kiyai. Hugging Abyan after saying his regards

"Kiyai, how are you?" abyan asked after breaking down the hug.

"Alhamdulillah good. How are you?"

"Alhamdulillah 'alla kulli thing, Kiyai."

"Why?" ask Kiyai who started to smell things happen.

"Abyan's wife was likely exposed to the magic of tafriq (the magic separating husband and wife), Abah," wrote Nyai who immediately caught what had happened from Abyan's story earlier.

"Subhanallah." Kiyai praised Allah for being too surprised. "Then, we go straight there, Umi-Abyan. Don't let it all be too long" the breaker looked at the wife, giving her a code to get ready.

"Are Kiyai not busy?" asked Abyan to make sure. He does not want to be a burden to others.

"That's okay, Abyan. What matters is that your wife is helped. This is one of my duties and that of Nyai. You don't have to worry."

"Thank you, Kiyai."

After the conversation was over, Nyai immediately went inside the house and prepared.

A little while later, they left the pesantren after previously taking some sheets of bidara leaves planted next to the house.

"How long has this been going on, Abyan?" Kiyai who was sitting beside the wheel asked.

And Nyai who was sitting in the back cabin was listening.

"It's been a few days, Kiyai. It starts with nightmares almost every night."

Kiyai nodded in understanding. Without asking anything more. Let Abyan focus on driving.

The car continues to go at a moderate speed. I hope Yumna is okay.

**

In the hospital room, Yumna sat dreamily accompanied by Ratih. Abah and Umi chat outside with Pak Latif and Bu Nurma while waiting for Abyan.

"Na, do you want to eat something?" asked Ratih, feeling very sorry to see the condition of his best friend.

Yumna's body appeared to be getting thinner after a few days of not meeting.

Yumna shook her head. Her tears are down. And Ratih looked down sad to see it.

"I miss you, Na. The atmosphere in the office feels lonely because there is no you," said Ratih while shedding tears of pain. "Aren't you going to say anything to me?" his question received no response from Yumna.

Trained to get up from her seat. He tried to get Yumna to talk. But the woman did not open her voice at all.

The next second, Ratih gave a warm hug to his best friend. "I hope you'll get well soon. Quickly go back to being the Yumna you used to be?"

Again no response. Until the door sounds open. Appearing Abyan and two parents who are none other than Kiyai and Nyai.

"Astagfirullah," muttered Kiyai and Nyai simultaneously after approaching. They glanced at Abyan with a sad look.