The Angker Heritage House
Forced Pick Up

Karenina took a firm step with tears constantly falling towards the morgue. Soul refused. However, his body is not good at giving a fight. 

Brak!

The door of the office room was accidentally opened forcibly Karen whose heart was in a state of turmoil. 

"Karen, what's wrong with you?" ask Widya, one of the occupants of the room who was about to come out. However, did not have time to hold the doorknob because it first jumped in shock with the door push from Karenina. 

Karenina stood there for a moment. Then, hugged his best friend tightly. 

"I have to go home," softened Karen's voice. 

"Lho, why? Not that last week you went home, why come back?" Widya's face seemed increasingly astonished by what she had just heard. 

Then Widya let go of the pretty white girl's embrace. 

"I must stop fighting to be hafidz Quran here. Wid!" The gaze of the oval woman was now filled with sadness. 

"Your brother still wants you out of this boarding school?" ask Widya full of questions. 

"Yes." Yeah." Karen stared at the pain. 

"Sugary." One word full of meaning came out of the sweet mouth named Widya. He felt the pain of his friend.

***

Two days ago, Karen and her best friend Widya accidentally got news from social media about a house that was going viral because of her awesomeness. Suddenly, Karen was shocked by the news. How not? The house that is reported is a house that has a thousand childhood memories with both beloved parents. 

Shortly after, a call came from Karen's first sister, Hadi. He tells Karen to stay and take care of the house. With the promise of bringing a private teacher to continue his youngest sister's learning activities. Karen refused. However, Hadi still forced him with a thousand reasons and persuaded. 

***

"I don't want to get out of this boarding school, Wid." Karen's heart is more fragile when scanning the room room that she has occupied for two years with the friends of God. 

Widya did not have time to calm Karen, a knock on the door from the outside. 

"Karen, go! Hurry up a little." Hadi knocked on the door and called his youngest sister to hurry to tidy up all the luggage. 

Widya looked at Karen who was almost finished packing the contents of the suitcase. "May there be a way for you to quickly come back here to realize your dream of becoming a hafizdah and going to Turkey."

"Aamiin's." Warm embrace again he approached the beautiful girl who had the same mission.

At the same time, several hugs Karen got again from eight other people who were ready to let go. 

***

Arriving in front of the boarding gate. 

"Sir Kiyai and Bu Hajah, Thank you for your guidance all this time. I'll try to set up a schedule for Karenina." Bang Hadi said while greeting the two owners of the famous pesantren. 

Karenina nodded slowly. Her tears were still not hidden. As a representative of the deep sadness due to pressure and coercion from the brother. 

***

The night wind blows greeting the gussets of people who walk at night. Mr. Hadi opened the car door for the wife who had a sour face earlier. Karen opened her own door in a reluctant but forced motion. 

Along the way, there were no words Karen said. In fact, when Mbak Dewi gave advice so that his sister-in-law would obey them sincerely, Karen instead shed tears. Occasionally Mr. Hadi glanced back. The face that looks on Karen remains the same.

"Karen." Finally, Pak Hadi was annoyed by the behavior of his youngest brother who continued to frown. Karen just glanced a little with the corner of her eyes. His gaze continued to glare outside the car looking at the scene in the darkness of the night. 

"You are, yes, you must obey your brother. However, now the one who bears your answer is me. Your oldest brother." While driving the car, Bang Hadi continued to give advice that did not enter Karen's heart and mind at all. 

"Later on. If the house sold quickly. I must have sent you to the boarding school again," continued the sturdy man gave hope. 

Actually he knew very well that at least Karen did not agree with the decision he took. However, only Karen can be relied upon to guard the house. For that reason, Karen memorized the Qur'an she would definitely not be disturbed by the shaytan residing in the house. 

A fairly long journey of about two hours should they pass through a quiet road. Understandably the expensive and famous pesantren is far from urban. To get out of the area, they had to pass through a quiet and slightly muddled road because of the rain that flushed last day. 

"Awas, Bang! Be careful, the road is slippery," said Ma'am Dewi stopped her husband's rant against Karen. 

"This is how hard it is to go." Bang Hadi repeatedly plugged gas that never produce energy to be able to through the steep rocks scattered the rest of the flood. 

"Karen, Mah, can you come down first? Push the car on the back. The gas does not work this," said Bang Hadi to the two women in the car. 

"Okay, Pah. How could it be? Not ah ... Where it's dark, it's raining." The sister-in-law refused her husband's word. He even told Karen to go down outside alone. 

"You, Karen. You are strong. I'm going to have a caesarean section. You cannot pull or push heavy loads. How the hell, Papah cook forget the same condition Mamah." Mother Dewi even nyerocos complained about her condition after giving birth. 

Not wanting to say much, Karen got out of the car with a tired face a little sleepy. 

Karen set foot on the slippery ground, she almost lost her balance. Luckily his hand quickly held the door of the car that had not been closed. 

Karenina walked with great caution. He stepped slowly to the back of the car to carry out the task. Karen has always been in the martial world. Not bad, his physical strength had already been tested there. That is why Mother Goddess called it strong. 

"One, two, three. "

In the count of three, Karen let out as much energy as possible. Pushing with full force. So, the wheels of the car that became the pedestal of the heavy object rolled moving its load a few centi meters. 

"Pump! Karen. Stronger still," cried Bang Hadi as he pulled his head slightly out of the glass. 

"Huf." Karen muttered in annoyance.

Suddenly, a strange wind that felt very cold touched his hand that was still attached to the body of the car. Smelling jasmine screamed all around him.

'Astaghfirullah. Where is this sweet jasmine from?' ask Karen in my heart.