Opung Tolu's
Poison

“I am like a sick person, many times fainted and troubled you” said Ani.

Tolu helps him sit on the edge of the bed, he takes out all the noise of the view of Tohfa. So did his arrival this morning who invited him to go to study at a mosque near the city.

“Sister, I will always support all your will. Go with that nice guy” Tolu said.

Ani hugged her sister affectionately. Who would have thought Tohfa's closeness to Ani on the orders of ustad Gersan. The elderly elder Ustadz, who was very close to their parents, wanted them to repent. At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, Tohfa has arrived to pick up Ani. The woman was not ready because the promised time was two in the afternoon.

“Why is he so quick to pick me up?” ani Gumam.

“Mbok, tell Tohfa to wait for me soon” said Ani.

“Ya non.”

Setting his heart back, he wore closed clothes while sighing deeply. Half an hour later, he was ready to leave. Tohfa's eyes did not stop looking at Ani, he rubbed the face of the practice of beristighfar down looking for another direction.

“Ayo” says Ani.

Tofha hugs Ani riding her duck motorcycle. On the way, Tohfa pulled over the vehicle to buy a rose to give to Ani.

“I didn't expect you to be romantic like this” said Ani.

“This flower is an order ustadz Gersan. Please hold on well ya” replied Tohfa.

Glug. (Ani's eyes bulged)

“Ya,” Ani replied briefly.

Inside the mosque, Ani shivered slightly to hold back the coldness mixed with heat. Not all of the black energy within his body had faded away. Study, opening reading surah Yasin as if crashing his body to stab the heart. He was in cold sweat, straight eyes looking at the creatures outside the mosque like they were waiting for him.

“Go!” ani Gumam.

“Mother is okay?” ask a veiled woman.

“I feel very hot” said Ani wagging hijab.

“Let me accompany to the terrace of the mosque for a moment” he said.

On the terrace of the mosque breeze, cool with eye view see the greening of the surrounding plants. The veiled woman gave a small aqua bottle to Ani. From the end of the street, a little boy ran to hug her. He only wears singlet shirts with shorts on.

“Thanks for the water. Oh yes, this is your son?” ask Ani.

“Yes ma'am, we haven't met before. Your name is Khadijah,” he said extending a hand.

“My name is Ani, I already feel a little better. Let's go back in.” take Ani.

Chant the holy verse Al qu’an, dhikr and pray together. Ani half-dead resisted the cold heat and pain in her heart. When he finished, Ani waited for Tohfa in the courtyard of the mosque. Tohfa approached on his motorcycle to signal for Ani to immediately climb into the boncer.

“Ayo” says Tohfa.

Ani restyled her long skirt so as not to get caught by the fingers of the carriage. The twilight rays in the afternoon bring longing to someone who has gone. Ani wondered if both parents were still alive and saw there was a man who sholeh was approaching his daughter. Staring at Tohfa's back closer, Ani rewound all the lines of events and encounters him and the good man.

Ani was silent for a moment, she then answered the question posed by Tohfa.

“Mas Tohfa, whatever is outlined by the Almighty. I will still try to sincerely accept it” said Ani.

After arriving at the gate, Tohfa escorted until the mbok opened the door. Tohfa said goodbye and offered his greetings to Tolu. Waving each other and smiling, the beautiful sky in the afternoon became a witness to the white hope for Ani's life.

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On the other side of Trim's grandmother's house, a yellow flag and a coffin were prepared to deliver the body to its final resting place. Mourners crowded the funeral home, Norman's cries breaking in between the suffering of a lifetime to bear the loss of one of his amputated hands. Regretting the useless after the loss, all the advice is meaningless because Grandma Trim has closed her eyes forever.

The grandmother's last message was that Norman must apologize to Tolu and his family. But disappointment, regret in him turned into hatred to demand all the actions they did.

“I have to kill them all” Norman muttered when he saw the corpse of his grandmother put in a burrow.

Flowers are sprinkled, surah Al kautsar as drinking water with do’a.

After leaving the cemetery, Norman steps limped looking to an address of the house where a shaman was in the forest. The young shaman sought heresy instantly through satanic rituals. Norman's footsteps stopped right in front of the shack surrounded by torches. This time he made a mistake again just to vent his revenge and anger.

“Masuk” male voice from inside rang out.

He took a shot at the body, the pungent scent of carnation on a black table on display of a container made of coconut shells. There are writhing worms, maggots, blood, flowers and skull head bones that remove worms from their eyelids.

“Pak, I want to ask for your help” Norman said.

“What do you offer me?” ask the man.

Norman handed him a red piece of money, the man laughed out loud shaking his head.

“This is all you came all the way here? What light help do you want?” ask the shaman.

“I want to avenge the sorcerer Tolu and his family” he said.

“Hahaha, hahaha. No wonder so many people want to kill them. I was also looking for a way to pick up the lady's mustika” said the shaman sowing incense on the coals.

“You have to prepare very heavy requirements. You won't be able to fulfill it.”

“Whatever the requirements will be I lakoni.”

“No, he's already uprooted a human head. You will not be able to fight it except with your own blood” said the shaman.

“I'll give you my blood if that's what you have to do.”

His request was immediately granted by the shaman. He laid himself on a bed made of bamboo. His body was doused in water flowers and cast a spell. Instantly he tensely glared in pain as the shaman scratched his wrist.

“Ssthhh, arggh!” said pain.

His blood was stored in a black bucket. He was in a lot of pain, shivering his body withstanding the pain.