The Treaty of Invisibility
PENITENTIARY

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“Eh, Mr. Diman bu Diman, come.. let's go in,” welcome Mr. Harjo as soon as he sees his guests standing at the door.

“Njih, njih pak Harjo, matur suwun,” reply mr. Diman then both enter following Mr. Harjo who walked into the living room.

“Please sit Mr. Diman, mother..” said Mr. Harjo friendly.

“Mother how about the pain, has it improved?” ask Harjo further.

“Alhamdulillah sir Harjo, now I have returned to normal. Want to race run also come, hehehe..” sahut bu where joking.

“Wah, the advice of the Miracle boy was really proven yes,” said Mr. Harjo.

Another case with Mr. Diman, he withheld the question of the recovery of Mr. Harjo's son. There was an unpleasant feeling, worried about offending his best friend. Mr. Diman also expressed his intention to ask

about Hariri's recovery by diverting to giving other questions.

“Mother where sir? Kok invisible,” asked Mr. Diman while looking at his quiet surroundings.

“It's in the same Hariri, we just finished breakfast. Mr Diman and mom have breakfast yet?” mr. Harjo asked back.

“Thank you, thank you Mr. Harjo. Coincidentally before here we also had breakfast first,” said Bu Diman.

“Eh, briefly... briefly sir. Mr Harjo said that I was with Hariri, Hariri still sick sir?” asked Mr. Diman frowned deeply.

What comes to mind Mr. Diman, if Mr. Harjo's wife is with Hariri it means is waiting for Hariri in his room. Which means Hariri's still lying sick. Mr. Diman justified his own conjecture and he was lucky to undo his intention to ask about Hariri's recovery.

“That's it's Mr. Diman who I want to tell Mr. Diman and mother,” said sir Harjo sumringah.

“What news sir Harjo?!” ask Mr. Diman did not understand the meaning

the words of Mr. Harjo, but he was a little surprised to see the expression on the face of Mr. Harjo.

“So like this Mr. Diman, I beg once to Mr. Diman and mother that later tomorrow after tomorrow can help us here,” said Mr. Harjo paused to take a breath.

“Help in this house Mr Harjo? What event is there sir?” asked Mr. Diman frowned.

“Yaa this event is my votive Mr. Diman. I once said the oath will hold a big thanksgiving by inviting all our villagers to eat,” explained Mr. Harjo.

Hearing Mr. Harjo's explanation immediately made Mr. Diman and his wife surprised, the husband and wife gaped with both eyes wide open. From the look on the face of Mr. Diman and his wife describe the amazement and

in disbelief.

“That means Hariri is cured sir Harjo?!” ask Mr. Diman confirmed.

“Alhamdulillah mr. Diman, Hariri is now fully healed! Even the cuts and scabs on his legs and bablassss are gone, no marks sir. I am very grateful to you, Mr. Liman, who has

giving information about the magical boy, if Mr. Diman did not tell me yes maybe Hariri is still lying sick at this time,” bright sir Harjo his eyes glazed glass full of gratitude and thanks on

mr. Diman.

there are people who suddenly tell me about the magical boy, sir,” replied Mr. Diman.

“Njih, njih mr. Diman. For a moment I call my wife and Hariri yes sir,” said Mr. Harjo then left Mr. Diman and his wife in the living room.

“Thank God thank God yes ma'am, nak Hariri finally can recover as well,” said Mr. Diman slowly after the death of Mr. Harjo into the house.

“That boy is really magical sir! Though the child did nothing to treat mother or son Hariri, right sir?” sahut bu Diman amazed.

“Yes, yes ma'am. The boy just said that tomorrow is also healed. Eh it is indeed healed,” said Mr. Diman.

“His results are very efficacious come true sir,” reply his wife.

Not long after, Mr. Harjo has reappeared in the living room with his wife and son named Hariri. Seeing their appearance, immediately Mr. Diman and his wife immediately stood up, their eyes were not

blinking noticed a teenage boy with his shirt that looked sedentary due to his thin, dry body.

“Nak Hariri?!” pekik pak Diman gasped to see Mr. Harjo's son who had been lying on the bed.

“Jih pak Diman,” replied Hariri and then greeted mr. dian and bu Diman by kissing both hands.

Mr. Diman and his wife immediately scrunched his forehead, the husband and wife was very astonished to see the attitude of Hariri is very different. Which Mr. Diman knew all this time about his behavior at school and outside the house is very reliable. That he knew from the reports told by his son, because it happened to be a school with Hariri. Hence Mr. Diman was very surprised when he found Hariri's attitude far from his expectations.

“How are you Anisa sir, it has been a long time since I met at school,” said Hariri broke the silence to see Mr. Diman silent.

“Eh, mm, yes yes nak Hariri alhamdulillah, Anisa is healthy wal afiat,” replied Mr. Diman stagaggap.

“Loh, really on the stand only. Let's sit Mr. Diman, mother..” by pak Harjo.

“Oh yes sir matur suwun, I am very amazed and also happy to see Hariri now healthy again,” said Mr. Diman let out his amazement.

“Alhamdulillah sir, but I feel ashamed,” reply Hariri.

“Thy? Shy to nak?” ask Diman to interrupt.

“Ya Bu Diman and Mr. Diman just look at my body like this. Like a living skull, hehehe..” replied Hariri joking.

“Ah, easy about it nak Hariri. Nak Hariri just eat aja aja many later also his body contains again, hehehe.” reply mr. Diman.

“Njih, njih sir, hehehe..” timpal Hariri chuckle.

Hariri himself still does not know who healed him. But in his mind still closed tightly about the dream he had last night. Hariri tried not to tell anyone, including his father and mother. Although there is a sense of guilt for lying to both parents when answering his father's question at breakfast earlier.

Hariri felt that the events in his dream were not to be told to others let alone deliberately spread. His dream is purely a moral teaching for himself to no longer repeat the same mistakes and deeds. That's why Hariri now changed drastically into a Hariri like Hariri when he was a child, Hariri who likes to go to the mosque instead of Hariri who likes to go to tongkrongan. Hariri who never lived to pray, Hariri who is polite to anyone, not Hariri who is a song and delinquent.

All of that was really realized by Hariri. In his heart he promised never to repeat his sinful behavior and deeds again. The pain she felt for months was enough

make Hariri feel trapped and repent. During that time he was very tortured to feel the pain every minute, every hour and it lasted for days to months. Until it often crosses his mind

to end his life because so it is no longer strong enough to withstand the pain in both legs.* CONNECTED*