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Hanna's back home, she says goodbye to Ryan! even though Ryan wanted to drive, Hanna still wanted to go home alone. So Ryan silently followed Hanna to her house.

'At least, I can see you survived Hanna!' ryan, he's back home.

Arriving at Hanna's room, I took my prayer mat and immediately performed Isha prayer which has become my duty as a Muslim.

On top of my prayer, I kept thinking. Why didn't I see the man who died? He seemed to disappear along with the strong cold wind that came over his tomb.

Whose voice did I hear? I don't know, my mind is now turning round, so Hanna fell asleep still wearing a mukena. Suddenly my body seemed to come out and I saw my soul leaning back like a tired face.

I leaned back in the company of a fan that made me heavier. Opening my eyes because of the wind that calms my mind.

I slowly closed my eyes and woke up in a whitewashed housing, with the condition of the house lined up different from my house before, in just a matter of seconds. I was standing in one of the houses with a white fence as high as my shoulder.

I saw my father coming out of that house. He's very handsome. His face was shining brightly with his thick black hair.

That smile I remember until now. Yes, his gentle smile to me. He didn't say anything, and just looked at me.

Hanna kept on shedding tears nonstop. My longing since he left this time can be ventured. For a long time I never dreamed about my father, but now I meet as if it were real.

My father smiled, and directed his right hand, so that I could see all these lined houses.

I saw next to him there was an old grandmother's inhabited house with its green garden without flowering.

There is a very nice with a beautiful lush garden, and inhabited by small children.

In fact, there are so many rows of houses that are not planted with anything, just empty and arid pages with residents who are very sad.

What does this dream mean? Until my eyes were fixed on some houses next to the house my father lived in.

Well, it's like I know them. I saw them on my album at the time.

They were my ancestors and that little boy was my long dead distant brother.

In my dreams I rubbed my eyes so many times that I stood on my father's grave.

I saw the exact location and position of the tomb, with what I saw in the dream.

Hanna opened her face, as if she was in a different world. Hanna coughed, so she let out tears of longing. Somehow he saw Sari's grandmother with his father who had died.

Immediately I got ready to perform congregational dawn prayers in the mosque, because I woke up at 03:40. I just finished praying Isya.

Silently, Hanna thought again where was she? Yes, the man who was just buried in Ryan's house, as he remembered he followed Hanna since then and sometimes disappeared from my view, after a strong cold wind blew over his grave.

What then? That voice, what is he? I was getting excited thinking about this. The sound coming from inside the tomb that penetrated into my two ears was terrifying. Hanna remembered the last time when the grandfather's form turned charred like burning, the pungent smell made Hanna want to vomit.

'Help me..!' the man's voice groaned for help, Hanna fell silent behind the window. Until he abode and perform shajuh at home.

The voice was extremely loud, even a shout that Hanna had never heard before. Hoarse voice like burning.

Ah, Hanna shook her own head to calm herself back down. Until I sat in my living room chair looking at the black shadowy male figure who used to pat me on the shoulder when I was in his world.

He was very different from the spirit I saw just now, in just a few seconds. Well he doesn't resemble a human being, he's just a black shadow of a human being. Very different from the fresh spirit. He was like a very pale man turning blue.

What do I see every day? Are they ghosts, spirits, genies? Then who are the men in uniform, the twin grandmothers, and the little children, and those in the other world that I often go to and help. Benak Hanna thought.

In Hanna's dream, seeing them the spirits were only in her realm with pale human form. But, every day, I see invisible people with very sinister forms.

Just this time I realized, life after death can be both good and bad depending on our lifetime.

Hanna remembered, yes the garden, there is a lush, something sad. Maybe it was charity in our lifetime.

Hanna's tears kept dripping down profusely as I remembered my father who had a beautiful house with a green garden in nature. It turns out that my prayers all this time can get to the nature. Hanna's gratitude at this time, again praying for her parents who have passed away.

Until not felt, adzan shubuh reverberated. The shadow of the spirit had disappeared, moreover the sound of a strange sound that shrill increasingly louder as if it just kept coming in Hanna's ears.

Hanna stared at her phone ringing, I see for a moment and it was Ryan who gave the message.

"Hanna, I'll pick you up in the afternoon! we're going to search for Mr. Yola's body." Ryan's message, making Hanna bend her head feels heavy, as if her shoulder is currently heavy.

Tbc.

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