MY name is Naima
Gathering

I pondered,why am I that easy to say to follow ruqyah. That easy....

"Well, what else is said, I can't take it back" I said to myself

"Who will take me there? With Hamid sir? Ah no way, I'm not too close to Mr. Hamid, if Mr. Gun is here" I murmured in my heart

"What is my reason for warti's mom?" ask in my heart

At a time like this I thought of Devanno.

"Can Devanno take me to Zein's house?" I said in my heart

I then took my phone. Several times I wanted to call Devanno, but several times I broke my intentions.

It's a very sunny week, I opened the window curtain of my room. This was the first time I looked outside through my bedroom window, the street was crowded, I could see clearly because my room was on the 2nd floor of my house.

" It turns out that seeing the morning through the window is good as well" I murmured inwardly.

Because usually I just open the window, without being interested to see the state of the house from my room.

Then I remembered what I said to Mr. Zein, this afternoon I will come to his house.

I sighed, and then I took my phone back

Tut..... The phone number is starting to connect.

"Naima, Tumben called me, what's up, Kangen huh?" said Devanno ahead of me

"Dev, I want to talk seriously" I said trying to make it clear that I don't want to hear a joke right now

"What is my wife? " said Devanno

The word my wife is very familiar in my ears, because Devanno very often said.

"Why always call me my wife" I asked

"Naima, I am the one who believes that speech is prayer, and therefore I will say many times to you. I hope that Naima Syahya will be my wife" replied Devanno

I just fell silent, and then I tried to shift the conversation

"Dev, yesterday Mr. Zein asked me to come to his house this afternoon" I said

"Sir Zein? Wh-wh-what for? " ask Devanno

"Yesterday he spoke of ruqyah to me" I said briefly

"Ruqya? Who will be diruqyah?" ask Devanno

"Maybe I, but I don't know" I replied

"Hmm" said devanno

"Can you help me Dev? Mr. Sailendra Devanno" I said with a slight jest

" Of course, I Sailendra Devanno will always be there for you Naima" Devanno replied

"Later in the afternoon I'll be at your house" Devanno said

"Thank you Devanno" I replied

Then I hung up on me. I sat on my soft bed, staring at the view outside the house from behind the window.

I don't know why today I feel lonely, and to get rid of that feeling I took a comic out of my school bag and read it.

Suddenly my door was knocked from the outside, it turned out that Msbok Warti had entered my room

"Why are you, son? How does your face look sad? " ask mbok Warti

"It's okay mbok, I'm fine anyway" I replied to make Ms. Warti not worry about me

Mbok Harti just looked at me, as if he knew that I was hiding something.

"Don't forget to eat kiddo, Sulastri's mbak had already cooked food" said Ms. Warti

"Yes mbok, but at this time I am not hungry mbok, then I will definitely eat kok, membok Warti do not need to worry" I said while embracing mbok Warti spoiled. Mbok Warti just smiled at me.

I know why Ms. Warti was so worried about my situation, other than she was the one who loved me so much, Warti was the one who took care of me since I was a baby, and my mother had given trust to Ms. Warti in my upbringing.

"Bok will be at 3pm, I and my friend Devanno will go to Mr. Zein's house, will you please?" ask me on the warti mbok

" What's up, son? Why go there?" ask mbok Warti

"I don't know much" I answered briefly.

Honestly there was a fear in my heart to tell the truth, I was afraid that Ms. Warti would worry about my situation

"Yes, I've been, but be careful on the road" said Ms. Warti to me

I just nodded and smiled, confirming the words of Ms. Warti.

Relieved, at least I have received permission from Msbok Warti.

Mbok Warti then left my room, before leaving he repeated his words so I would have breakfast.

Today I'm lazy to do any activity, I prefer to read comics in my room.

Time passes so quickly do not feel the time shows at 14:00 WIB.

"Hmm.my preoccupation with reading comics, has made me almost forget the time" I murmured inwardly.

Then I immediately got up from my bed and rushed towards the bathroom to clean and refresh my body. When I finished, I immediately got dressed and changed clothes.

" cring.

I immediately answered Devanno's phone.

"What's Dev" asked

"My wife I'm on your front yard" Devanno said

I immediately put the phone in my favorite slingbag, and out of the room.

"When I go first, Devanno is waiting for me on the front page of the house" I said

Then I kissed the hand mbok Warti, then mbok Warti drove me to the front of the house.

Devanno was sitting on his bike. I then approached him.

"Dev, we're leaving now" I said

"Hmm...seven a while" said Dev, then he got off his bike and approached mbok Warti and kissed his hand, then he said goodbye to mbok Harti that he wanted to take me to the place of Mr. Zein

I saw Mbok just smiling at us and telling us to be careful on the road

"Well, I will definitely take care of Naima very well" Devanno said

Then Devanno gave me a white helmet that matched the tshirt I was wearing

"Wear this, for safety" Devanno told me

"Yes, thank you Dev" I replied

Then Devanno turned on his motor

"Da.da.da.da ..pulp" I said as I waved my hand at Ms. Warti

"Hm...Naima, isn't it your babysitter?" ask Devanno

"Yes, why? " let me go back

"Ooo...because of that? Of course Dev, he's not like my nanny, I think of him like my grandmother, like my parents' surrogate, he took care of me from little Dev" I replied

"There are rarely people who want to appreciate the services of his assistant Naima, or consider them like part of his family" Devanno said.

I just fell silent, and then Devanno focused on riding his bike.

"Hmm, Devanno is good at riding a motorcycle, when he is only in the 1st grade of Junior High, he should be a champion in every competition "my mummy in heart

It does not feel we have reached home Mr. Zein.Dan Devanno parked his bike on the front page of the house Mr. Zein.

It seems Mr. Zein already knew of our arrival, so he immediately welcomed us.

"You've come, you've entered the house, son" said Mr. Zein

"Good sir" I told Mr. Zein

My eyes are staring at Mr. Zein's house.

Mr. Zein's house, is a simple and beautiful house, in the yard there are mango trees and longan.Serta vegetables are ground in a polybag and neatly arranged and thrives

"This is my father's house, this house is a house left by my parents" said Mr. Zein

I just fell silent

"Devanno and Naima, please sit down" Mr. Zein said

We then sat in the living room chair, Mr. Zein.

Then Mr. Zein went into the house and not long after Mr. Zein came to bring drinks.

I'll stand up and help Mr. Zein.

"Why Mr. Zein, you have to take this serepot" I said as I put some drinks on the table

Mr. Zein simply smiled and said that he was waiting for his spiritual teacher.

I just shut up and sat back down

"I want this cake sir" said Devanno

"Yes you take Dev" said Mr. Zein

"Do you want Naima?" ask Devanno

I just shook my head, today I feel not hungry.

"Spiritual teacher Mr Zein?" ask in my heart

Not long after, there's a car stop in the yard Mr. Zein.

There were four people coming out of the car, they were wearing robes and turban.

Mr. Zein seemed excited to welcome them.

"Allhamdulillah has come Mr. Ustad" said Mr. Zein while shaking the hand of one of them.

"Allhamdulillah sir" said the man

For some reason my heart skipped a beat, there was a feeling I couldn't speak when I looked at the man's face from the window.

Then Mr. Zein led them into the living room, where Devanno and I were sitting

"This is my student, which I told you about a few weeks ago" Mr. Zein said, pointing at me

I stood up, and kissed the father's hand and Devanno did the same, as we respect

We were all sitting in the living room, I honestly felt awkward and uncomfortable with all this, I wanted to get out of Mr. Zein's house immediately.

" Whose name is your son?" ask Mr. Ustad

"My name is Naima sir" I answered briefly

"Where are you staying, son?"

"I live in Griya Tama" I answered briefly

The man called Mr. Ustad, suddenly fell silent.

"Do you know Ningsih's mother? " ask the father

"Ehmm, whose name is Ningsih's mother there are 2 people sir? " answer me

"She lives in Griya Tama block A no 3, do you know son?" said the man

"That's my house sir, that Ningsih mother is my mother sir" I replied

The man was surprised and looked at me.

His hands spontaneously tried to hug me, of course I avoided, I was afraid that I had just met him anyway.

"How's Ningsih's mom doing?"

"Okay sir" I replied softly

Then the man called Mr. Ustad took Mr. Zein into the house, I don't know what they're talking about.

Then Mr. Zein took me to the middle room, and Devanno followed me too, as if he didn't want to leave me

"You ablute first, son, and wear your face because you follow us to prayer" said Mr. Zein

"Am I going to diruqyah mr. Zein" I asked

Mr. Zein, nod your head.

I'm confused as to why I should diruqyah, I'm fine. I don't feel any pain or anything. But I'm willing to obey Mr. Zein

After I finished ablution I followed the prayer together. After that we read some letters from the Quran, I was less good at reading the Quran but I followed all the readings and read solemnly, the man stood up and recited the prayers to me,asking me to drink the water that I had been given a prayer, why it was like a clash of energies, the man spewed blood, as well as myself.

"Naima you're okay?" said Devanno who immediately approached me.

He looked anxious, as well as the man called the ustad

"You're okay son" said the man.

"It's okay sir" I said

" Some people in this world are born different, son, and so are you, use all the privileges in you for good" said the man

"Why am I diruqyah sir?" I asked

No one answered my question. I actually felt pain in my chest, felt like a bump.

"Naima you're doing well" Devanno asked worriedly

"Are you nauseous, or feel like throwing up?" ask Mr. Zein

"No sir" I answered while purging the blood from my mouth

The man called ustad, has a face similar to my mother

"The face of the father bears a resemblance to my mother" I said spontaneously

The man looked at me and smiled, but my little heart said there was something he was hiding from me, I saw the warm gaze of the father on me, like I was someone who was part of his life

Today my heart keeps asking, 'Who is that father? Right now I feel a tremendous pain in my chest, a burning pain, but I believe I will be fine.

To be continue, thank you for reading my story