Not Ustadz I (Unrevised)
ANNOUNCEMENT + BONUS
Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi
Hello dear readers, please introduce me to Candy Cat (Caca). First of all I want to say thank you to the readers who enjoyed my story, this is the first time I completed 20 chapters in 2 weeks.
Honestly, the situation where both my parents have difficulty buying quota or just giving pocket makes me rarely update. I chose to finish it quickly so that there is no such thing as hanging, actually this story is estimated to be approximately only up to 40 chapters, but it turned out to be more.
I'm a little excited to make a romantic scene but it turns out that it's difficult not main😁 I feel people who do not feel romance do not know anything, right?🤣 Me for example🤣🤣
The readers should be patient waiting for an update from me yes, because from the beginning I did not intend to make the reader hanging above the sky. I'll get you all down immediately, but enjoy the rotation in space first yes.
Oh yes, for the revision will be done as soon as the admission of new students in my area is done, see the number of word errors that need to be corrected ⁇ 😓
I've been sleep deprived lately because the problematic chapters are😴 BUT THAT'S OKAY, THIS ISN'T A BIG DEAL! I JUST HAVE TO TAKE BLOOD🥴💉 PLUS TABLET
JUST INFO: I'LL TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF! BUT PLEASE SHARE THIS STORY YES, JUST LOOK FORWARD TO IT BECAUSE SOME CIRCUMSTANCES MUST HAVE TIME ON THE WATER AND TIME SINKING UNDER THE WATER. UNDERSTAND MEAN? DIDN'T HE? YAUDAH SAMA🤣
...BONUS 🌟 (Not Included In Works Not Ustadz)...
...Title: The Red Star...
...Mother: Cece...
...Revision 1...
...THE WARNING! CONTAINS VIOLENCE!...
...Note: The content in the story is only a fiction of both material and historical....
An area where there are old buildings standing firmly, there are many trees missing leaves that many say mystical. Although the place had a strange sensation, there were still many residents occupying the area. They said not to leave the territory of their ancestors.
In front of the large and ancient mansion, stood a suspicious black-robed man. He looked like he was observing something but his body was still frozen like a stone, his eyes were covered by a head covering as if he had seen nothing. However, his mouth smiled broadly like a psychopath.
"I want you now."
On the other hand, in a dark room. Faintly heard the sound of screams coming from the big door, located deep underground through the stairs. A woman was tied to a bed of cots, her face covered with blood with a mouth full of cloth. Three girls who appeared to be dying because their hands and feet were tied to iron hangers. This place can be said to be a place of torture.
"All of you are the ones who ruined my life, without you noticing my life started falling apart from starting to live with you until now." Said a man holding an iron rod.
He beat the woman who was in the bed until she was no longer alive. Next he went to the place of his children and beat them brutally, it was enough that he immediately took a knife blade beside him.
"I'm doing this for my life in heaven. I love my family and will not make them feel the bitterness of the next life. We died because of you."
A sentence he spoke with great earnestness. Then his hand quickly pierced his heart three times. In the end, the man died with blood on his side. All those in the room were lifeless.
Looking at a beautiful girl who looked like a lifeless mannequin among the three poor girls, her gaze was empty but tears slowly washed down her cheeks.
Suddenly the door opened revealing a man with one boy each wearing a black robe. The girl looked at them with hateful eyes, then the big man came up to the girl.
"As expected, he's alive." Said the man stroking the girl's cheek.
The man pulled out a knife from inside his robe.
"The choice is in your hands little girl, do you want to die here following your family? Or follow me and live with a different clan?" Asked the man by pointing a knife next to the girl's neck.
Ritual Carla _ is a ritual when family members begin to feel excessive misfortune, then the head of the family will execute his wife's child who is said to be done with love and affection. This is a dark ritual that already exists in this village. Usually they say if there are families who are still alive or trying to escape, then those who die will be miserable so all must die.
"I-I want to." a faint voice came from the girl's mouth.
"Excellent, what's the reason you want to come with me?"
"I-I'm not their biological child, I'm just a stepson." He stammered with a wound to his mouth.
"All right."
The man slashed the girl's hand until blood dripped on her hand, and he saw her with golden eyes.
"Hmm, you're right. You're not the son of this family, so there's no point in me taking you." Said gone.
"No other family member lives sir." Say the little boy next to the big man.
"No, look at that!" Said the boy pointing towards the mannequin girl.
His eyes were focused on the mark that was on his shoulders, the mark that indicated the Wolf family membership.
"Why is there a Wolf family here? Nope. More precisely why are there slaves here?" Said the man as he approached the mannequin girl.
His hand violently pulled his cheek, then the eye that was originally blue turned into gold. His eyes looked at the focus of the lifeless-looking mannequin's face as if it was taking something from him.
"This energy, not this girl." The little boy's chimpanzee approached the girl.
"Free him, take him to the train!" The man's order then left with a smile on his face.
"Good!"
The boy took a serious look at the mannequin girl who was met with a gaze.
"What's wrong?" Ask the girl.
"No, it's just that you're amazing making Arkan smile." Said the boy unbinding the rope on the mannequin girl's hand.
"That's nothing."
The boy supported the girl's body because it still could not be balanced on the ground.
"Slow down, by the way, what's your name?" Ask the boy to look a little.
"My name is Olivia Morgan, but I heard this is a fake name because before my name was just Nike which he said the market." Said the girl.
"Oh, Oliv. My name is Arvind Leothnia, I'm helping my grandfather work."
They finally arrived outside the dark room, the road was quite long and uphill.
"This house is huge, at first I was confused about what was bothering your family but after Arkan told me that your stepfather had a mental illness. I realize this is a crazy case." Arvind.
"Hmm. after all, it's his fault for not being thorough and letting me live while the others die." Reply Olivia.
"What are you waiting for, hurry!" Shouted Arkan from the outside door.
"We'd better run, because the villagers will go on a rampage and chase to death if they find out there's a failed ritual." Said Olivia taking off Arvind's buttocks and turning to hold her hand and ran.
They also rushed out, in front of the door, it was certain that the residents were running. Arvind lifted Olivia into the horse carriage, after all entered and the horse began to race. Although the citizens chasing the horses kept running, many spears were thrown yet it would not be able to pierce through the shield.
"Whose name?" Asked an old man who looked like a cruel grandfather to live a long life.
"Olivia Morgan's." Reply Olivia who felt herself being asked a question.
"Olivia, you're so beautiful, it reminds me of my dead granddaughter." The grandfather's words made Arvind look at him sharply.
"Grandfather, don't say that.."
"I'm sorry, if I remind you of a grandchild who may have calmed down in the afterlife." Olivia said half-down.
"It's okay, but why use the word maybe?" Ask the grandfather to smile.
"Is it okay if I answer honestly?" Ask Olivia with her face.
"Say." Strictly the grandfather.
"I say so, for man will never know whether the family of the dead will be at peace in the afterlife. For me only God knows, the rest of us can only guess or pray for it." Olivia.
"Hahahaha, then are you not going to pray for your dead family over there?" Said the grandfather pointing at the exit as if beckoning Olivia's old house.
"No. From the beginning they did not believe in God." Reply Olivia avenged crisp laughter from the grandfather.
^To Be Continued