Still Chased by Satan
71. Gaspol Continues

Wati's house far away in the village takes hours to reach her home Dera Prayoga, her son's ex-husband.

They did not stop by just to buy a drink or a snack, wes tase digaspol keep it a car.

"Don't want to stop first? we buy a drink or something," said aunt Karla who really loves Biyung, and does not want to make her mother is high blood. But what else, he was always surrounded by people in the past who made him unable to move on.

"Biyeong?" aunt Karla calls again.

"No need. Biyung has a bad feeling, we better go straight to the destination. Nak Dera's house" said Ms. Wati.

Aunty Karla was already spoiled what her mother said, she knew very well that the premonition of her Biyungya was very sharp. So when he said he did not want to mampiur, yes it has been obeyed. Fortunately, this car is an expensive car, which will not be pegel even though sitting for a long time.

Until finally they arrived at the house they were headed right after the adzan maghrib reverberated.

"AAAAAArrrghhhhhhh!!!" a scream was heard from outside.

Biyung and Karla get out soon.

"Please call ustad or kiyai sir!" said ma'am Wati.

While Om Dera Prayoga's men invited the two men to enter first.

"Bik, Bik Sumi...?!" exclaim Andi.

"I-iya, sir.." make Sumi open the door.

"Mother....?" bik Sumi was shocked, but a moment later she invited her former employer to enter.

"I'd like to call mr. kiyai first!" andi said, he immediately cuss away. While Biyung and also aunt Karla entered the dalem and they ran towards the direction of the screaming voice earlier.

"AAAAAArrrghhhh, go...??!!!! don't bother me....?!!" shout Om Dera.

"Son, Nak Deraaa .. This is Biyung, Son?!!!" exclaimed bu Wati.

"AARRRRRRRRRRGhhhh, go there!! go!!!'

Praaaanggg...!

This time it was not just the sound of screaming but the sound of falling objects.

"Mass? Drraaaaa?? open the dooraaaa?!!" this time it was Aunt Karla. But the door was locked from the dalem, and all three of them were women, no one could break through.

"RRRGHHHHHH, sanaaa go sanaaaaaa!!!" tereak Om Dera,

"Stress to people." murmured aunt Karla.

"Karla.." mom Wati looked at aunt Karla, she shook her head. The sign is that he does not like the words that come from his son's mouth.

And the waiting came, "Mother ... her kiyai sir has come,"

"Assalamualaikum," the middle-aged man who was with Andi said his greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam," said bu Wati and also Karla.

"Waalaikum hail mr. Rusli," Bik Sum with his worried face.

"Andi has said everything" said Mr. Rusli.

Praaaaanggg!

"Harrrrrrrghhhhh, harrrrrgghhhh?!" shouts of Om Dera at once again.

Andi, who was quite muscular, tried to break the door, but just swung aunty Karla said gini, "Let me open!"

"But, ma'am .. This door is so hard, you won't be strong to break it!" said Andi.

"Who said I want to break down? I have the key!" aunt Karla shows a key that she also just wanted if still nyimpen the key to the room that once belonged to her.

And immediately, aunt Karla put the key in and turned it around. It is still a good thing that the key has not been replaced so now the door can be opened.

And seen Om Dera who again curled up in one corner with a chaotic room state bin Randomadul.

Mr. Rusli immediately approached Om Dera, he immediately recited a prayer before holding Om Dera's hand.

PLAKK!

PLAKK!

"Be aware of you, Mass!" bentak aunty Karla.

"Jeez, Karla!" bu Wati grabbed his son's hand he pulled aunty Karla away from Dera who was tired like a frightened person.

Mr. Rusli who already knew the problem of what faced Om Dera could only say a prayer in one breath, "Bismilaaaaaah..." mr. Rusli rubbed his hand on Om Dera's glaring eyes with quivering lips.

And a moment later Om Dera fainted.

"Karla, if you can't hold back your emotions. You better get out,"

"But because of him, Rissa is a cross, Biyung?!! he deserves his karma from what he's done!" aunty Karla has been very tired to squirm the face of her ex-husband.

"Already, already. You just go out, Karla.." mom Wati told her son to get out of the room, rather than make the atmosphere more boisterous.

Ms. Wati returned the nyamperin Om Dera which was now carried on the bed, Mr. Rusli still recited his prayers. Segurat of pain in the face of men who were once gallant and attractive, now look more unkempt.

"Istighfar, Sir. Ask Allah for forgiveness, sir." said Mr. Rusli, while leading Om Dera to say Istighfar.

"As---"

"Astaghfirullaahal'adzim." Rusli continued the sentence that Om Dera could not say.

Several times Om Dera was troubled, his eyes were still closed, but Mr. Rusli was sure that the man in front of him could hear his voice.

The scary figure always shadowed Om Dera, he failed to get both, Rissa and Rion. Hence, the figure haunts Om Dera, and it successfully makes the man lock himself in the room.

"Astaghfirullaaaaaahh..." Om Dera shouted with open eyes.

And after some prayers offered by Kiyai Rusli, now Om Dera can be calm.

"Alhamdulillah.." Rusli sir seemed very tired, like an abis hoe in the rice field.

"Sorry, Mom. Apparently, this Dera sir is doing idolatry. He made a pact with the devil" said Rusli sir, Wati's mother nodded.

"I already know, and I ask for help that Mr. Kiyai can help Nak Dera to escape from the entanglement of the demons,"

"I'm not sure it's going to work, but I'm going to try. Because back again, everything is by the will of Allah SWT," said Mr. Rusli.

After Om Dera was calm and he fell asleep, Bik Sum and Andi cleaned up the kmaar who no longer knew its shape.

While Miss Wati and Mr. Rusli went out to meet aunt Karla.

"Karla, it looks like Biyung lived here first, Nak Dera's condition is not possible to leave,"

"Rissa haven't seen you yet, Biyung? when did we take care of him?" aunt Karla disagrees.

"Of course we'll find Rissa with Mr. Rusli' help. You just go home, Kalila definitely needs you at home. Cassian she is." said Ms. Wati.

Aunty Karla nodded, she was also empet ngeliat her ex-husband who had dared to ally with the devil, finally she chose to go home.

Elsewhere, Reva's mother sits in a car with her husband. And Thalita sat in the back seat.

"A little while we come" papi Ridho broke his wife's daydream.

Their car now goes into the parking lot of the supermarket is not too big. Because papi Ridho is not his intention to make his wife snack but only buy fresh fruit and snacks for the people they invite to study at home.

And the three of them got out of the car and cuss markicuss got into the supermarket.

Papi Ridho's feelings are getting worse, but he tries to hide it from his wife who again pushes the trolley with Thalita.

He's just walking behind the two women who have now stopped making oranges.

"Don't pick the wrinkled bin, dear.." mami Reva slapped and it made Thalita laugh.

"What's so smooth as this, Tan?" ask Thalita.

While Papi Ridho held his chest, 'Hopefully nothing bad happened to Rion!'