Santet's Post From The Ex
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Thursday night Friday, it was time for my schedule to go to Mr. Kasim's house.

My first brother, will take me there with my mom and my brother. He wanted to know about the development of my circumstances and also because he liked mystical things.

so fond of him with mystical things, dicannel yutubenya many things related to occult. But strangely he was afraid of suddenly meeting a ghost.

And because he knows the rented house I've been in for a while was once a forest and there's a moonwood tree that people here call him. It's a kind of big tall tree and it's a place where ghosts are like banyan trees.

He never once climbed or entered into it, and when he returned to the village because it was outside the house he always asked my friend to go to WC before he married.

Before leaving I was getting ready, because I was told to bring a golden banana, and did not forget to take ablution first. So up there I don't need to ablaze anymore.

I joined my first brother, my mother and my brother were both shaking.we drove 2 motorcycles to get there.

Along the way I felt a little unwell my heart was pounding and my heart was agitated. For some reason, I usually never feel this.So I just take it to pray and read short surahs that I can read along the way.

Start with bismillah and be thankful. Aamij!

That is my prayer, I leave everything to God.

About my life and death, right now.

We leave at about 5 pm and until after the people pray magrib, because the road is not too jammed we only need 1.5 hours drive from home.

Arriving at Mr. Jasim's house people have gathered a lot, more than ever when I came here.

While waiting for the completion of the Isya prayer, and the treatment of Pak Kasim began.

I sat down and chatted with a mother, she delivered her son to Kasim sir's house.

With no hesitation this mother told me her wish to come to Pak Kasim's house to me. With the look on the face of the person in distress he told. About his daily life and his activities selling groceries on the side of the road near the market. This mother has a large store and 3 employees in her shop.

This mother is very tangent with her shop that suddenly deserted as in the cemetery. Initially the sale of the mother is very crowded buyers but for some days is very quiet, very quiet, not even a single buyer in the shop all day.

I just nodded as he told me about his sadness. I'm afraid I'm talking wrong because I don't know what's really going on.

but this is definitely a matter of trade competition, I thought. There are those who are jealous of the mother's sustenance, even though the name of sustenance has been arranged by Allah. But that's how our human hearts can't imagine it.

I looked at Mr. Kasim's wife who was busy preparing the equipment to be used and needed by her husband during the event.

I want to help Mr. Kasim's wife but I don't know what to do.

I saw from far away he arranged a market snack cake on a rattan tray, black coffee and a glass of water.

The cake is allowed to be eaten by his guests after the prayer is read later by Mr. Kasim

The rattan tray containing various kinds of cakes, black coffee, sweet coffee and water was placed in the middle of where Mr. Kasim sat.

Not long, Mr. Kasim said his greetings with an authoritative and firm tone of voice, his voice like a person in his 30s. It was very different from the initial voice of Mr. Kasim who was hoarse.

"Sir Kasim.Assalmualaikum.What are you calling me?" ask Mr. Kasim to know his friend from the next nature.

The first person to come directly conveys his purpose and purpose here.

Continued by the second third person and so on.

The turn of the mother was he told about his trading that was very quiet to Pak Kasim or Mr. Kasim's friend who possessed it.

Mr. Kasim asked for a glass of water in a clear glass glass, after the prayers were read in the location where the mother sold. he said that the place of sale of the mother was indeed made quiet by her competitors fellow traders. Said Mr. Kasim

This mother's shop was placed in a cemetery wrapped in white cloth, the intention of the perpetrator so that this store was quiet like a grave, so that his mother would go bankrupt.

The look on the mother's face was like sad mixed up, tangent why there are envious of her, even though the business of sustenance has been arranged by God.

The mother also asked for help to Mr. Kasim, if helped to get rid of the other cemetery land or given another solution.

That's how the world of trading is, not as easy as it seems. Because my parents have experienced it and from there first knew Mr. Kasim.

Mr. Kasim asked for water one basin, with his left hand he hacked into the water that was bombed earlier, the water that was clear clean suddenly became turbid full of ground water, and the water was completely washed away, and in the hands of Mr. Kasim there is a white-clad parcel of land, which is out of nowhere the object came from.

Mr. Kasim told the mother, for each store opening began to read bismillah and continued with sholawat.

The mother nodded and thanked Mr. Kasim for being helped. He also I saw taking the envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Mr. Kasim.

because my order is still a few more people I go out for a drink.

Outside I had a dispute with 2 men and one woman. Suddenly my head feels dizzy but I continue to go to the side of Mr. Kasim's house to buy drinking water.

I heard screams from Mr. Kasim's house and I immediately returned to Mr. Kasim's house. And it turns out that the woman who was at odds with me went into a trance when she entered Mr. Kasim's house.

The woman screamed

"Women. die... die.I want this man dead!" he said and behaved like a monkey.

Mr. Kasim told his friends to hold him and hold him. Mr. Kasim directly read the prayer blown his face of the woman earlier. And the woman immediately sat quietly.

Kasim asked what exactly happened.

Then the woman's friend also told me that this woman managed to find out who was the thief of items that were often lost in the warehouse. And the culprit was immediately fired by his boss. Perhaps it caused people a grudge against this woman and attempted to hurt her.

I told Mr. Kasim that from the dispute on the road earlier with this woman my head immediately felt dizzy. Then Mr. Kasim read the prayer and patted me behind his back.

He said I was too weak to be in direct contact with the woman. But strangely I never possessed even though in High School there was a mass trance of one class in my class.