Terror Use
chapter 13

This morning I was ready to go to meet Kyai Abdul in his house mumpung there is a father who takes care of mother

"father Nur set out yes "my camel to father

"be careful on the road "pater said

"assalammualaikum "my speech after I salimi him before

at 09:30 I left and

it only takes about an hour to get to the destination, because the road conditions are quite good and smooth so at 10:30 am I arrived

after descending and paying the freight I immediately rushed towards the house of Kyai Abdul.

And it turns out that the people here are quite friendly even though they do not know each other but still greet even though only good morning speech is different from where I am only a few people who want to live.

After reaching the yard of the house he saw there was a beautiful parked car there

maybe there's a guest I think.

Because I did not want to disturb so I decided to just wait on the terrace I sat my ass on the marble floor which was a little hot because it was exposed to a little sunlight when there was a chair outside but me prefer to sit here while all sunbathing also murmured me , uh if this hour is not sunbathing the name is already quite hot as well.

But just as my butt was pretty on the floor I heard a familiar voice in my ear

"eh that rich voice of Haris ya "murm me while looking inward

out of curiosity I finally decided to enter of course after knocking on the door first.

I just swung my hand to knock on the door but held it down until my hand hung after I accidentally heard the words wedding.

"how was the wedding yesterday Ris ?"

ask kyai Abdul

"Alhamdulillah everything is smooth Mr. Kyai" he replied

"father apologizes please convey the father's apology for not being able to attend yesterday, the heart of the father relapsed understandably is old" chuckled pak kyai Abdul

"yes, Pak Kyai, it's okay if we and our family understand " said Haris

I took a few steps back and then turned around trying to take a deep breath for some reason it felt so uncomfortable ,sick and tight do I really like Haris when I have tried and strengthen my heart not to hope for him but what? my other heart betrayed me, O Lord, this hurt.

I decided to leave and decided to come back tomorrow but I just stepped suddenly my steps stopped because of someone's call

"Your daughter is here ?" it was Haris who called me

"where are you going, why are you going again?" ask kyai Abdul

"ahh I yes, I think Pak Kyai is having guests so I think I come back again later afraid of disturbing, again Nur just came ko" answer me trying to be ordinary but not with the look of my eyes, ah I am not good at covering

"why? what's the matter when you look sad, your mom's okay, or are you sick?" Haris asked looking worried about my situation

"mm.didn't ko mom okay maybe I just soy sauce abis road in addition to the hot weather" ya times the hot weather this guy my heart is hot

"yes we have come in we are talking inside" said Kyai Abdul

"let's say, mr. Kyai, I'm here to ask Mr. Kyai directly about this" I said, while showing the small keris that is like a keychain

"hm..indeed what you want to ask, hasn't Haris already told you?"

"yes but I'm still confused mr. Kyai"

"ordinary thing ?but the word ha ...Haris this is an heirloom object" I said confused when I wanted to call Haris name too hurt it feels

"indeed, this was just an ordinary object but because the process of making it accompanied by the chanting of sacred verses and sholawat by the maker and the first owner of this object then this object can emit positive aura and coolness for the owner and also influential with attitude and speech said the owner "clear pak kyai

"then is it true that the maker and the first owner of this object named Kyai Sholeh who said the great-grandfather of his grandfather's grandfather, his grandfather again, from my father ?" I said to myself confused by my words

"then how can Pak Kyai know that I am the next owner?" continue me

"Two years ago before his father died he ordered this object to be stored and then handed over to the original owner, his father father also get a similar mandate from his father who is none other than his grandfather father, so this mandate lasts from generation to generation until finally you come here , and because the day before you came that night my father dreamed that his owner would come, your aura that I could feel the same aura as the thing that I kept "clearly kyai Abdul at length

"where do I need to be, kyai?"

"what should I do with this little kris?"

"just keep it" replied kyai Abdul later

Not felt now the time has shown at 14:30 even though the taste was just earlier I performed the dhuhur prayer together at Pak Kyai's house

thulailiite.....

the sound of my phone was loud I raised after previously saying hello

"what is it?...what is...yes yes ...iyaa...Nur immediately came home" I replied in shock after hearing the news about mother

"what's wrong?"tanya Haris and Pak kyai together

"i ib mom ..mom fainted "my answer broke up

"all right let me take you !" haggare her Haris

without me answering I immediately rushed outside to follow Haris and Mr. Kyai

In the car I was very nervous it felt like I wanted to get home quickly

I began to sob my cries broke even though I never broke up praying

ask the Creator to ask that you be okay

"peaceful pray that your mother is okay" said Pak Kyai calmed me

Until we finally arrived, not even the car stopped perfectly I immediately opened the car door and went straight outside half-jumping.

Inside the house apparently there are many people who are none other than the neighbors who helped, little Febry he cried ragged thrashing thrashing anyone who tried to approach, the unconscious mother, who was unconscious,while Ifel he hurt himself by hitting his head on the wall, seen fresh blood flowing thin and his forehead, only father ya only father who is aware and trying to resuscitate Ifel

why ......what happened...?' my mind asked

" TRUSTS "..........

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