The Treaty of Invisibility
THE MAGIC BOY'S BOX

“Nak, please father son..” said Mr. Harjo spontaneously at the same time saw the emergence of a 3-year-old boy.

“Iya son, please.” follow mr. Diman begs.

Mahmud increasingly gawk at the words of Mr. Harjo and Mr. Diman then saw the behavior of Dede who seemed to warn him like an old man.

Dede immediately jumped on Mahmud's lap spoiled and sat facing the four guests with his splintering behavior. The little boy looked at the four people before him one by one with a sharp look like he was probing.

“Ahaaaahhh! Mom has been sick for a long time on her right leg huh?” said Dede with a witty voice.

“Be, beb, beb really son, absolutely right!” sahut mom Diman spontaneous with a face of sumringah chalked amaze the child knowing the pain exactly.

Mr. Harjo, Mr. Diman and Mahmud gasped glaringly at the mother of Diman as if they did not believe the accuracy of Dede's words.

“Mother is right?!” mahmud asked spontaneously.

“True kang Mahmud, what the boy said was very precise!” replied Diman's mother enthusiastically.

“Tuh actually said Dede?” chirps Dede, his behavior never stands still. He kept moving actively bouncing his body on Mahmud's lap.

“True people say, this kid is indeed magical!” sela pak Haro's.

“Not wrong again sir Harjo!” timpal mr. Diman.

Mahmud was still dumbstruck to hear the response of Mr. Harjo and Mr. Diman. Magical child? Mahmud's heart kept wondering in disbelief at everything he heard. Is Gus Aaron really real? Dede has a natural supernatural ability?

“The father's son is sick because of his own actions!” said Dede stared witfully at Pak Harjo.

Mr. Harjo gasped at Dede's spontaneous speech, his forehead creasing deeply trying to remember the beginning of his son's illness. It seems that Mr. Harjo disagrees with what Dede said, he felt that his son had been good and never of any kind.

Mr. Harjo shook his head not understanding the meaning of Dede's words, according to which he knew his son was very good to anyone.

“The father knows all this time the son of the father has never done anything that is not nak,” refuted Mr. Harjo.

“Yes if the older brother is the biggest sir, he is a good person often help his friends, but the brother who is still in school is sir like to hurt his friends, hikhikhik..” said Dede laughing witfully.

Immediately Mr. Harjo remembered his first son who had worked. His name is Hamdan, he is indeed a good son and obedient worship never neglects to pray. Then Mr. Harjo remembered his sick second son named Hariri, who himself noticed his son's behavior only at home, but he admitted that he did not know too much of his child's behavior outside the home or at school.

“Know Mr. Hariri is also good at home,” refute Mr. Harjo.

“Yaaah, I don't know anyway,” chirps Dede indifferently.

Mr. Harjo was made more confused and curious about Dede's words. He again tried to remember again the daily life of his son, from starting to go to school, going home from school, when at home, when partying playing out of the house with his friends. And when he came home from the game he did not find any awkwardness in the condition of Hariri physically and his behavior.

“Udah many school friends who are disappointed to frustration because the brother,” said Dede still with a careless attitude like the behavior of a child.

“Does Hariri like to get drunk, son? Or like to fight at school?” ask Mr. Harjo curious.

Hearing Dede's remarks, mambuat pak Harjo, bu Harjo, pak dian and his wife and Mahmud immediately gasped in shock. The child's speech was so innocent but straightforward and impressed like the words of an adult.

“Ja, so my son likes to play girl with his school friends?!” harjo's mother said she widened her eyes.

“Hikhik... hikhikhik Dede did not answer Harjo's mother's questions, but merely giggled while hiding her face in Mahmud's chest.

“No! There's no way Hariri is so!” hariri's mother suddenly cried hysterically.

Meanwhile in the living room, Abah Dul, Gus Harun, Basyari, Baharudin, Dewi and Arin were shocked to hear Harjo's mother's scream from the living room. Spontaneously they rushed in droves towards the living room.

“What's Mud?!” abah Dul asked Mahmud, then his gaze was directed at the four guests one by one.

“I, this is bah. This –guest guest came from afar asking to be treated the same Dede. Suddenly Dede explained the condition of his son's mother clearly. I myself also did not know Dede could talk like knowing their condition Bah,” replied Mahmud with a confused face.

Abah Dul, Gus Harun, Arin, Dewi, Basyari and Baharudin were just dumbstruck to hear the explanation from Mahmud.

“Mm, sorry punten pak-apak mums, is there any word my son is wrong? If indeed his words are wrong and offend the fathers and mothers please be very forgiven,” sela Arin break their silence.

“Ahhh, no, no mbak. I'm so grateful that this boy has told us something we don't know. I strongly believe his words mbak, for that I want to ask for help for the recovery of my son,” sergeant Pak Harjo who is owned by his wife.

“I, yes mbak. I as his mother spontaneously felt devastated to hear the description of his son mbak. But true what my husband said earlier, we really hope his help cure my son's pain,” timpal mother Harjo.

“Mother of Ayin, hikhik.. hikhik..” sela Dede giggles with his chuckles.

“Dede... indeed Dede knows?” tanya Arin gently crouched down facing Dede who was sitting on Mahmud's lap.

“Dede know Mommy, later Dede tell go the person who makes sister sick,” Dede said to her mother spoiled.

“Where to try, how did Dede kick him out? Who made that brother sick?” arin asked gently but full of investigation because he also felt curious.

“Hikhik... hikhik.. later also went mother Ayin, when the same father of this mother came home,” sahut Dede again wrestled in Mahmud's chest.

Hearing Dede's words, everyone in the living room was amazed and also at the same time caused between trust and not in his heart.

“Subhanallah..Holy Thou art Allah.” said Gus Aaron inwardly while shaking his head.

Unbeknownst to everyone in the place, the tribe of Gus Aaron came out of his body to the residence of Mr. Harjo. With the ability he has, just by mentioning the name of the intended destination, immediately in a matter of seconds Gus Harun's tribe immediately shot to Mr. Harjo's house.

Sukma Gus Harun floated above the precarious one of the houses in the village of Paluwesi. The house is colored cream paint with a blend of brown color on all the frames, doors and windows. Soon the tribe of Gus Harun entered into one of the rooms in the house whose position is in front next to the living room.

There it looks like a teenager is on a bed. His eyes were sometimes open sometimes closed with his body struggling with pain. The condition of his thin body is probably only bones wrapped in fleshless skin.

“Astagfirullah!” said sukma Gus Harun suddenly when his gaze fell to the tip of the teenager's feet.

Instantly Gus Harun gasped in tremendous shock at the tip of the teenager's foot there was a woman clawing at the foot of his calf. The black nails on the ten fingers of the female figure appeared covered in blood.* CONNECTED*