The Treaty of Invisibility
THE MIRACLE IS REAL

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

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

In the middle of the door stood a teenage boy looking at Mr. Harjo and his wife with a gaze

wonder. The teenager who was wearing a white shirt that looked like it was oversized frowned. His wrinkles were very clearly visible forming a row of three lines adorning the skin on his slightly pale forehead.

The teenager's eyes glowed with a smile on his lips. Although his body looks thin dry with slightly shaggy hair covering both ears, but he looks sturdy standing.

“You Hariri son?!” mr. Harjo's wife reassured me that her view was not wrong.

The skinny teenager threw his smile at the middle-aged man and woman who were now standing

beside his bed. The eyes of Mr. Harjo and his wife did not blink watching the teenager's body carefully, from the tip of his hair to the tip of his feet.

“Iya ma'am, sir I am Hariri. Why do you look at me like you see a ghost,” said the teenager who is none other than Hariri.

“Yes, Gustiii…. Alhamdulillah..matur suwun sanget Gustiii..” said Pak Harjo's wife then suddenly calmed down.

and bow down with infinite gratitude.

“Alhamdulillah...magic! How magical! Thank you Gustiii.. thank you god,” after Mr. Harjo who also directly prostrated thanks next to his wife.

Seeing both his parents prostrate like that made Hariri's heart full. Hariri had expected that his father and mother would be very surprised to see him now. Hariri himself did not know what had happened to him, but what he felt when his eyes were open woke up from sleep all over his body felt very fresh and did not feel any more pain in both legs.

And even as he examined his legs, he was shocked beyond measure, because the wounds and scabs that had rotted away were now gone without leaving a trace.

“Mother... father..please forgive Hariri. Hariri is aware of Hariri's pain as a result of Hariri's own actions sir, ma'am.” said Hariri gathered before his father and mother who were prostrating gratitude.

Hearing the words of his son, slowly Pak Harjo and his wife woke up from his prostration with glassy eyes holding back the cry of haru. At once his mother immediately hit Hariri and hugged him tightly. The sound of his mother's crying broke on Hariri's shoulders. Followed by Mr. Harjo hugging the mother and child while sobbing. The three hugged each other tightly full of haru feeling at once happy.

“Thank God, son, you've realized everything. The same father your mother also asked for negligent attention to you son, so you seek entertainment out there,” said Mr. Hariri lirih.

“What happened to you, son? So you suddenly healed like before?” asked Mr. Harjo between his sobs.

“Let's Hariri tell me sir, ma'am. Now let's pray the morning congregation, Hariri had taken the wudlu earlier. It feels like Hariri has long not been doing dawn prayers with his father and mother again,” Hariri replied.

Hearing Hariri's words like that made his father and mother more sobbing. There is a great longing felt by Mr. Harjo and his wife. Yes, it is true that his son said they had not done congregational prayers since Hariri entered High School. The usual moment was only now felt lost, so suddenly grow a sense of kangen terribly.

“You've really healed son?” asked his mother while stroking the two cheeks of Hariri.

Suddenly his mother crouched fumbling part of his legs from the knee to the back of the soles of Hariri's feet repeatedly –ulang. With eyes wide open, Mr. Harjo also paid attention to the condition of both feet Hariri following the strokes of his wife's hand.

Between believing and not seeing the reality that is before him at this time. Wonder and wonder are two words

the highest one was pinned to his son's current state. There are no other words in Harjo's mind.

“Father has long said a promise in the heart of son. When you recover, the father will give thanks by inviting all residents of Palu Wesi community to do a prayer of gratitude and invite food with all residents. This is my vow as an expression of gratitude for your recovery, son,” said Mr. Harjo.

“Jih sir, if indeed you have made a vow like that. Now let's pray together again sir, ma'am.” replied Hariri.

Fajr was the happiest day felt by Mr. Hariri and his wife. It's not stopping, Mr. Harjo

and his wife gave thanks for Hariri's recovery. Not only that, their happiness is more complete with a change of nature in his son. I don't know what has changed the attitude of his son so that Hariri like being born a second time with the nature of –traits that had been implanted since childhood.

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The sun began to show its rays welcoming the morning. Its warm rays illuminate the entire village of Palu Wesi. A bright morning, it seems like nature also rejoiced as felt by the family of Mr. Harjo today.

Vigorously, Bu Harjo rushed to the stall to shop for Hariri's favorite ingredients for breakfast. It feels like Harjo has not felt as excited this morning, and also seems to have long been shopping for cooking needs since his son was sick.

By breezing sumringah, Harjo ma menenteng rinjing shopping vegetables and side dishes at his subscription Bi Jum stalls located on his block pak Diman. But the distance is not too far about 10 minutes by foot.

“Masya allaaah, bu Harjo just look shopping again,” strangled one of the mothers saw the arrival of bu Harjo.

Hearing the call immediately made the other mothers immediately look at the Harjo maam who came

come close.

“Tumben bu, new shopping again..” timpal other mothers.

Bu Harjo replied with a smile that increasingly made the mothers in the stall look astonished. Not even Harjo ma'am will answer the questions that have been asked by other mothers.

“Bu Harjo how is nak Hariri? Has it improved?” tanya Bi Jum a vegetable seller. Mom-to-mother's gaze all led to Harjo ma'am who wanted to also hear the answer from Harjo ma'am.

The news of Hariri's pain that has not healed for a long time has been many who know, let alone mothers who

used to gather at the Bi Jum stall every morning. Since Harjo's mother was never seen again shopping, making all the mothers ask questions of each other. Until finally someone heard the news that his son was sick.

Living in the village if there is news that is the latest news immediately quickly spread so that it does not take long when it is also immediately known by the wider community. Yes, no less up to date with the news through the internet.* CONNECTED*