The Treaty of Invisibility
MR. HARJO'S SON

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar.

Asyhadu allaa ilaaha...  Asyhadu allaa illalaha

Ashhadu anna Muhammadar... Asyhadu anna Muhammadar

Hayya 'alashshalaah .. Hayya' alashshalaah…

Hayya 'alalfalaah ..

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar …

Azan Subuh's voice said-sayup into the room of Mr. Harjo and his wife who slept. The sound of the azan from the mosque and mosque loudspeakers is heard to be simple with the chanting of various azan rhythms.

Mr. Harjo immediately woke up from his sleep when his ears heard the sound of azan. Immediately Mr. Harjo got up from his lie down and sat down for a moment to gather his consciousness. He turned his head to his right side, faintly in the dim light seeing his wife looking still sound asleep even his snoring was quite clearly heard.

“Hariri!” he said in his heart. At that time also the mind of Mr. Harjo again remembered the words of the magical boy.

Then with a heart slowly land Pak Harjo went down from his bed and stepped out of the room, without wanting his wife disturbed to wake up. Mr. Harjo intends to go see the situation Hariri.

The czechrekk!

Sounded loud enough the sound of the key when opened in the silence of the room even though Mr. Harjo had tried very carefully and did it as slow as possible.  He felt the sound of the key was quite loud, with a reflex Mr. Harjo immediately turned to the place where his wife slept.

On the bed, Mr. Harjo's wife was still in the first position he saw earlier, his wife did not budge in the slightest it seemed that the voice did not disturb his sleep.

Mr. Harjo continued by opening the door also with heart and slowly did not want his wife disturbed and woke up from her sleep.

Kreteeekk…

Mr. Harjo turned back to his wife's place to see if his wife woke up or not. His wife still did not budge in her sleeping position, then Mr. Harjo continued his steps to his son's room next to his room.

With trembling hands, Mr. Harjo started to turn the door handle to open it. Slowly the door was opened little by little. Light from inside his son's room immediately hit the face of Mr. Harjo when the door began to open.

At first, the viewpoint of Mr. Harjo's eyes was only limited to seeing a study table beside his son's bed. The door leaf was pushed again slowly to widen the field of view.

Now the eyes of Mr. Harjo can see the top of his son's bed. Instantly Pak Harjo's face turned astonished, his forehead shriveled deeply while pushing back the door leaf wider.

At that time also the eyes of Mr. Harjo widened wide. He was astonished to see on the bed that his son used to occupy it in an empty state.  With a panicked face mixed in confusion, Mr. Harjo shouted to call his wife.

“Buuu... ibuu… ! ibuu..!” shouted Mr. Harjo reflex so surprised while pushing the door wide.

Not long after his wife came in a hurry and immediately began to panic after hearing her husband screaming.

“Why sir?! What's up?!” ask the wife of Mr. Harjo who has been standing behind the back of Mr. Harjo.

Mr. Harjo's wife was immediately swept away in her husband's panic, she immediately pushed into overtaking her husband who was just standing by.

“Where is Hariri sir?!” asked Mr. Harjo's wife to panic after seeing her son's bed empty.

‘Sss, sa, I also don't know bu!” mister Harjo replied stammering in his panic.

“Gustiii…. Why with my son, where he Gustiiiii..” said Mr. Harjo's wife moaned lamenting his son.

The thoughts of Mr. Harjo and his wife were already filled with various bad thoughts about his son. For months his son had been lying in bed and nowhere to go because of injuries and scabs at his feet.

“Did Hariri be taken by supernatural beings?” Nkata Pak Harjo in his mind.

Mr. Harjo's wife immediately dropped half of her body on her son's bed, her hands fumbling with the sluggish blanket that used to cover her son's body.

“Nak... Where are you..? you where nak..” said the wife of Mr. Harjo Iirih continued to fumble the blanket.

Her tears began to spill over the bed sheet. His sobbing voice began to sound sobbing lamenting the existence of his son who was somewhere.

Mr. Harjo walked up to his wife, he sat in his bed and rubbed his wife's shoulders trying to calm him.

“Pak where Hariri sir..” lament his wife in between his tears.

Mr. Harjo could not give any answer because he also did not know where and why his son was not in his bed. And it feels impossible too if Hariri goes on his own if no one takes him. It is also impossible for his friend to enter and invite him to hang out as when Hariri still did not suffer from strange pain suddenly.

The conviction of such conjectures continuously churned his mind. Immediately, Mr. Harjo remembered the speech of the “Magic Boy” . In his heart at that time also arose a deep sense of regret for his attitude all this time towards his son.  He felt that he had not paid much attention to Hariri's behavior outside the house.

He was so relaxed to judge that his son outside the house was acting well all along. Even he and his wife were very indulgent Hariri, all the wishes of his son was always obeyed. No matter how big Hariri asks for it, both his wife and himself will give it. They did it because they loved their youngest son so much.

I could not feel the tears of the aging man soaking in his eyes. Mr. Harjo hung his head deeply in making the tears that had been welling up in both his eyes shed dripping down his clothes. Now the couple is the same crying for their son. Continually lamenting the existence of his son who is either where or taken by whom.

In that atmosphere of extreme sadness, suddenly a sound was heard from the direction of the room door. His voice was slow, but still quite audible by Mr. Harjo and his wife. Immediately, Mr. Harjo and his wife turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.

“Loh, how on here?” ask for sounds from the door.

When Mr. Harjo and his wife saw who the person who asked earlier, they immediately gasped in tremendous shock. The two husband and wife's eyes were wide open staring at the figure of the young man who was standing in the middle of the door was watching him.

Spontaneously, Mr. Harjo and his wife rubbed their eyes with their palms, then looked back with a probing look at the young man.

“Har, Hariri.?!” mumbling pak Harjo's wife.

"Are you Hariri son?!" said Mr. Harjo confirms his wife's murmur* CONNECTED