The Treaty of Invisibility
PALU VILLAGE WESI

Palu Wesi Village is located in Gada Besar sub-district, different from Sukadami village, but the location of the District is still neighboring. The distance if driving a car between Sukadami village and Palu Wesi village takes approximately 1 hour in an average speed of 60 km/h.

The night weather in the village of Paluwesi looks bright, the light of stars scattered in the thick sky is like a point where the light flashes glittering. Suddenly, a beam of light from a car light shot towards the white-painted house as the car entered his unfenced yard.

In the front seat Mr. Harjo sits behind the wheel and beside him sits his wife, while in the middle seat Mr. Diman and his wife. They had just reached home at around 11pm after returning from Mahmud's house in Sukadami village to meet the ‘bokah magik’ asked for his help.

Initially, Mr. Diman got information about ‘Magic’ was from the stories of people in the market. At that time Mr. Diman who daily opened a field selling fruits in the market, the arrival of a subscription who accidentally told about the events that occurred in the village of Sukadami.

“Truly that sir Budi?” asked Mr. Diman enthusiastically after Mr. Budi finished telling about the magical boy.

“Truly sir, it's a story from my own sister who witnessed firsthand the process of digging her grave to see the condition of the magical boy now who really lives again,” concluded Budi.

Mr. Diman's mind immediately remembered the focus on the son of his best friend, namely Mr. Harjo whose illness did not heal. He was determined to inform Mr. Harjo full of high hopes with the information can help him. All of him came to bring his wife who also experienced pain that never healed.

After hearing the news told his subscription, Mr. Diman who is still good friends with Mr. Harjo from childhood until now immediately went to Mr. Harjo's house after selling it in the market. Because Mr. Diman knows that his son Mr. Harjo is very sick and has not been cured for a long time.

Incidentally between the house of Mr. Harjo and Mr. Diman not so far just adrift different blocks and RT-nya only. Mr. Diman recounted the events in Sukadami village from his customer to Mr. Harjo. In the hope that Mr. Harjo endeavored to ask for help from the magical boy he told.

"Thank you so much Harjo for the ride. Me and my wife immediately say yes sir, ma'am," said Mr. Diman when the car engine was turned off and opened the car door and rushed down. So did Mr. Harjo and his wife also got out of the car.

"Well don't stop by Mr. Diman," replied Mr. Harjo offering.

"Thank you sir, it's late at night" replied Mr. Diman.

"O yes, I hope the mother quickly recovered as the prodigy said yes, and a big thank you Mr. Diman was willing to announce the existence of the magical boy. Hopefully this is the way for Hariri's recovery, sir," said Mr. Harjo to Mr. Diman's wife.

"Amiin. amiiin, njih, njih pak Harjo, as well as nak Hariri ya sir. God willing tomorrow morning I come back here with my wife to show the condition of my wife and see the father's son, I am very curious about the words of the prodigy," replied the wife of Mr. Diman.

"We wait, Mr. Diman, I am also curious. But, I do not know why my heart is very sure of the truth of his words," replied Mr. Harjo.

"Yes Mr. Harjo, I also want to see the change in my wife's illness tomorrow. Then my wife and I say Harjo sir, assalamualaikum.." Dimbal sir Diman.

"Yes, Mr. Diman, wa alaikum salam," replied Mr. Harjo. Then they shake hands with each other.

After Mr. Diman left the residence of Mr. Harjo, Mr. Harjo and his wife hurriedly stepped towards the door to open the door and immediately entered. The middle-aged wife's husband was very curious to quickly see the condition of his son.

His youngest son, Hariri, is sick. For more than 6 months, Hariri was bedridden. His body condition continues to decline until it looks like a living skull.

Countless times, I don't know how many times Mr. Harjo took his son to go anywhere. From Puskesmas, hospitals from cheap to expensive have been visited, to alternative medicine practitioners, come to smart people but the results are nil. If there is a visible result but the next day relapses, Mr. Harjo's son does not also improve or improve.

Slowly, Mr. Harjo opened the door to his sick son's room. By opening the door just enough to see his eyes, Mr. Harjo saw his son was lying down, his eyes closed with the expression of a face that was so calm that it looked like he was sleeping. The blanket closed tightly around his neck to his feet.

Behind Mr. Harjo, his wife tried to look back at his head to look into the room but was blocked by the body of Mr. Harjo.

Unlike usual Hariri so calm, because usually his son was always restless and scratching his feet hard until unconscious to cause injury. And it was done for a long time so that on the second part of his legs hurt to cause scabs. If it were not accompanied by medical treatment on the skin of his leg that wound would have become ulcerated.

In the heart of Mr. Harjo was very curious about the scabs at Hariri's feet. It feels so good to see him now. But he pronounced because he remembered the words ‘Bokah Ajaib’ who said that tomorrow has healed. Although the speech of a boy was very out of his mind, but Mr. Harjo was very confident and strongly believed the words of the magical boy was a real suggestion.

“Hopefully this is the path of his recovery..” murmured sir Harjo.

“How is Hariri doing sir?” ask Mr. Harjo's wife to whisper.

“Hariri seems to be sleeping soundly bu, strange not usually like that,” said sir Harjo whispered anyway.

“Then sir?! Let me want to see sir,” assault his wife while asking Mr. Harjo to shift his body from the door.

Mr. Harjo immediately shifted his body to the side giving his wife a chance to look into the room. As soon as he could see his son, at that time also the face of the wife of Mr. Harjo changed sumringah. As if in disbelief to see his son today who appears to be asleep, both eyes of the wife of Mr. Harjo glass watching the condition of his son today.

Mr. Harjo's wife knew very well how the condition of his son was almost every second never separated from his attention. Because Mr. Harjo's wife had more time to take care of his youngest son than Mr. Harjo who only occasionally looked at him and rarely found Hariri's condition when struggling in pain, screaming hysterically.

For days, weeks and months, the wife of Mr. Harjo patiently and painstakingly feed Hariri, clean the scabs on his feet to bathe him even if only by wiping his body.

“Already ma'am, we'll see tomorrow. Hopefully the magic boy's advice is really real yes ma'am,” said Mr. Harjo slowly when he saw his wife was seen holding back tears staring at his son's condition.

“Amiin.. amiin pak...” sahut pak Harjo's wife, then closed the door Hariri's room.

The couple then entered his room next to his son's room to rest.** CONNECTED