Not Ordinary Love (Vampire Love Story)
Two Sentences of the Shahadah

The atmosphere at Handam Wijaya Family Home looks a little different this morning. Although not so flashy. But anyone who could see, surely knew something was going to happen that morning. Then the servants who seemed alert, like chasing something. On-time.

The living room was suddenly transformed into a different place. Sofas, tables and other trinkets that are considered unnecessary are removed somewhere. The big carpet is called. A short, medium-sized table is placed in the center of the room. There is a golden color scripture on it.

On the right and left corner of the room is placed a large size flower vase. Contains various kinds of beauty. Fragrant stew. Everyone here knows. There will be an important event this morning. Young Miss's wedding to a Doctor from the island city. They remembered a glimpse of the handsome face that last night visited. A friendly smile and a loving look. Mismatched, muttered them.

Although curious, they did not dare to ask. Why did the young lady suddenly get married. A little confused when he heard the order to remodel the room earlier. They were commanded to work in tandem with the crowing chickens welcoming the dawn. Heavy, want to protest, but not dare. This respect and loyalty to the Host, in fact, could make them do all the commands without being able to refute.

“All must be ready by seven o'clock. That and this too,” Appoints the servants who are decorating the room.

“Good Mistress,” Answer them in unison. Then with wisdom juggle the living room, become a place of impromptu marriage contract. Simple but effective. Concept of the event carried by the Minister Mother.

A man wearing white clothes was seen standing at the door. The white peci and the circular turban cloth on its shoulders, made it easily recognizable. Kyai Jamal's. Old man in his sixties. But it still looks healthy and strong. His mustache and whitened beard were neatly shaved. His eyes were calm.

A famous figure who is famous for his knowledge of the Islamic religion. He often gave lectures at lectures or other religious events conducted by residents in this elite housing complex. Her voice was soft and soothing. Drugging many to listen to every strand of words he speaks. Praising God's asthma.

Mr. Handam who saw the arrival of Kyai Jamal. Approaching immediately. The middle-aged man was wearing a burgundy color tuxedo. Looks handsome and dignified. Cue the waiters to stop working and go back. The flickering of the hand that was immediately obeyed by about five people who immediately left the room.

Mr. Handam saluted the kyai and then took him to sit in a chair. But the kyai refused, he prefers to sit on the carpet that has been held. Be cross-legged. Faced with the host, who followed his movement. They need to talk. From heart to heart. As parents and brothers.

“Sorry Mr Handam, is there really any news I heard this morning? I was asked to come here, to guide someone who wants to convert?”

“True Kyai,” Pak Handam replied calmly.

“Who is the lucky man who gets that grace and guidance?” smiley

“My daughter-in-law's candidate Kyai,” said later.

“Subhanalloh,”

“I want to marry them off before the long journey they will take. As a parent, I can only try to keep my daughter from unwanted things.”

“I understand Mister,”Kyai Jamal nods off-goal.

“But my future daughter-in-law is not yet as confident as Kyai. According to my daughter, the child had not known any religion since childhood. So you could say he's “human free” ” form quotes with finger.”But I know, even so, he's a good guy. I've been observing him for a long time without my daughter's knowledge. All his behavior reflects him as a man of faith and morals. But I don't know, I don't know what makes him hesitate to bind himself to the rules of life that are determined by God,” explained Mr. Handam.

Kyai nodded slowly again. Understand sitting problem, ”Everybody has a secret in his life Sir. We have no right to judge a person from a point of view that we think is right. But thankfully, Allah SWT has given His guidance. Your daughter is a good woman. Allah SWT surely sends his best soul mate to your daughter.” The fingers of his hand continued to twist the series of small green crystal stones.Emplifying and re-exalting the Asma of God.

Not long after, the sound of the roar of the car was heard again. Mr. Handam and Kyai Jamal turned to the door. Waiting. Two men in full suits were seen entering the door. One of them was wearing a black peci. His steps were firm and steady. Gallant. Doctor Sakti and Thomas arrive on time. Kyai Jamal looked at them with an unusual look. He knows.

“Really your decision this Prince?” Thomas looked in disbelief.

“Yes, I want to be a Muslim,” answered mantab.

“Then what about the fate of our nation? They need you as the future King of the Dark Country. How will you lead us, hunters. All you yourself already know how we can survive.” This is the first time Thomas has protested against Sakti's decision. Become muslim? Maddened. He really didn't expect this to be the story.

Sakti holds Thomas' shoulder. Stare sharply. Convince Thomas through his black eyes. “Trust Thomas, I will not forget my origins. But I can't lie to my feelings either. I want to believe in God,” let go of the hand, then put back on the tie that has not been fully attached.

That was the content of their conversation this morning before leaving. A debate repeated from last night.

“Assalamualaikum Om,Kyai,” Kiss polite hands. He gestured Thomas to follow what he was doing. Thomas obediently followed his movements, though he did not understand. They sat side by side facing the Host and Kyai Jamal.

I know you're not human.

You know Kyai?

Ja. You are a body without a soul. Who are you guys really?

We are Kyai hunters. But believe me, I've quit a long time ago. And really want to be Muslim.

I believe in your sincerity. But not with your friend. I know he still does that a lot.

I beg Kyai. Let him go, I can't explain. But one thing, he's a person who means something to me.

Kyai Jamal took a deep breath. I have no right to determine your way of life. But if you can, no more hunting humans.

Ok Kyai, thanks.

“Include me Jamaludin, people here used to call me Kyai Jamal. Maybe it was this white beard and peci that made them give that call,” laughed softly.

“I Muhammad Sakti Dirgantara. My name is Dominic Robert. And this is my assistant Thomas Thomson,” Looked at Thomas who kept staring intently at Kyai. He also heard the telepathic conversation.

“All right let's start the show. Mr. Handam please call at least two Muslims to be witnesses. If you can men,” Pinta Kyai Jamal.

Mr. Handam who heard that immediately stood up and gathered ten servants and drivers in his house. They were all wondering, how will the deal start soon? But it's not time yet, it's still two hours on schedule. They were told to sit around a small table in the middle of the room. Dr. Sakti and Kyai Jamal sit opposite each other facing the table.

And that new history has begun. A reality that broke the unbelief of eleven pairs of witnesses. How can anyone who bears the name of Muhammad not be a Muslim. They looked back at the friend next to them. Then still staring in disbelief at the reality in front of their eyes.

Unbeknownst to the people, except for Kyai Jamal and Larasati who were pounding waiting in the room. For the first time, in the history of human civilization and the history of the development of Islam in the world. A clan of hunters uttered two sacred sentences. The gateway to become a Muslim, to declare themselves obedient and obedient to the commandments of Allah SWT.

“Brother Muhammad Sakti Dirgantara. By reading these two sentences, witnessed by legitimate witnesses, you will become a Muslim. Trust and fear Allah alone. Let's follow me,”kata Kyai Jamal. Then lead the magic to say two sentences of shahadah,

“Asyhadu alla ila ha illaloh,” gives space for Sakti to follow his sentence.

Something wanted to explode but not a bomb. His heart thumped wildly upon hearing that sentence, cold sweat felt soaking his body. He trembled, his breathing rose and fell, but he followed the sentence that Kyai spoke smoothly, “Asyhadu alla ila ha illaloh,”

“Wa asyhadu anna muhammadar rosululoh,” Next kyai Jamal.

His heart is still pounding, his heart is shaking,”Wa asyhadu anna muhammadar rosulloh,” Suranya choked. The man then bowed. Shoulders shaking. She cried. What kind of feeling is this, he muttered. It was like a roller coaster ride. There was a sense of happiness, sadness and no matter what else was mixed in his heart.

“Alkhamdulilah. I hope you can be a good Muslim. I am grateful to be an important part of this extraordinary event,” Kyai Jamal said sincerely.

Sakti hurriedly wiped the tears that without her permission fell just like that. Then look up to look at the two shady eyes of the Kyai, ”Thank you Kyai. Kindly guide.”

“I am always waiting. Please stop by my hut if you want to talk about Islam. God willing, I know a little bit too,” Smile.

“Once again thank you Kyai,” Kata Sakti sincerely.

Kyai Jamal returns home after the show is over. Already asked to wait for the ijab qabul event but politely declined. There are other needs he said, but wishing the best for all. Before leaving he said something to Sakti,

“Surely Allah will not change the nationality of a people, unless they want to change their own destiny. I believe you are a good person, whomever you are.” He said with a smile.