The Treaty of Invisibility
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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.

The dream that Hariri experienced for him was very very terrible and felt grateful and grateful to Dzat who gave him the dream. But what is still a mystery in Hariri's mind is

who was the little boy in the dream? His hands felt so cool when he touched his forehead, his hands were so cool when he touched his feet.

And from the two touches of – touch Hariri felt that there was fresh energy suddenly strengthening his physique from within his body that just appeared. Hariri can see very clearly the face of the figure of the little boy, he looks funny and adorable. His skin is yellow, his hair is straight and thick, Hariri estimated the child present in his dream was about 3 or 4 years old.

There is a feeling of indebtedness that arises in the inner Hariri, want it feels like he can meet the little boy directly. Until he promises that if he meets the child in real life, the child will be made his adoptive sister.

“Why Hariri? What's up, how about daydreaming?” suddenly the voice of Mr. Diman was heard while resuscitating Hariri from his daydream.

“Oh, Ng. anu sir, it's okay, hehehe..” replied Hariri blushed.

“If kak Hasan has been informed not yet Mr Harjo about the recovery of this Hariri boy?” asked Mr. Diman to take his eyes off Hariri.

“Astagfirullah.. I have not had time to tell Hasan Pak Diman. Fortunately, Mr. Diman reminded. Then I immediately call now, later forgetfulness again, hehehe..” said Mr. Harjo then rose from his seat to take a hape lying on the dining table.

After a while, Mr. Harjo has reappeared in the living room while holding a tape attached to his ear.

Tuuuttt…. Tuuut…

The sound of incoming calls from hape pak Harjo faintly sounded. A few seconds after Mr. Harjo waited for the call to be raised by his eldest son named Hasan, finally there was also the sound of someone who

greeting and greeting his phone call.

“Halo, assalamualaikum pak..” the sound of Mr. Harjo's phone that was accidentally on the load speaker was clearly heard by everyone in the living room.

‘Wa alaikum salam, how is Hasan there? Healthy?” reply mr. Harjo.

“Alhamdulillah Hasan state is healthy and fine. Hasan planned to call the father in the afternoon, but even the father who called first hehehe.

visit de Hariri and also see the father of the same mother,” said Hasan from across the phone.

“Then it happens to be San if you want to go home tomorrow after all. Mr. call you this was going to ask you to go back to Palu Wesi,” reply sir Harjo sumringah.

“Continues? Coincidentally why sir?” ask Hasan curiously.

“Later you tell me that Hasan will come home later yes, uh but San you come home not late afternoon or evening until here. If you can get home in the morning, you need your strength,” said Mr. Harjo.

“Hah? Need Hasan's energy? Hasan became curious and also confused sir, is the father again renovating the house? Or are you building a house?” asked Hasan.

“Hehehehe.. Anyway you arrive home morning ya San, later also you know yourself, hehehe...” replied Mr. Harjo chuckling.

“Yes already inshya allah Hasan has toain finish morning prayers Hasan departs sir. O yes sir what about de Hariri, is the condition there is a change?” asked Hasan again remembering her sister.

“Alhamdulillah San, later you want to give a surprise for you when you go home later deh, hehehe..” reply Pak Harjo makes Hasan curious.

“Alhamdulillah, your mother is healthy wal afiat San. Yes already then you continue the work, sorry you have interfered with your work time San,” said Mr. Harjo.

“Ah, I'm fine sir. Whenever you call God willing Hasan will pick up sir. Then Hasan continued working again yes sir,” Hasan said.

“Iya San, already yes assalamualaikum..” said Mr. Harjo ended the phone.

“Wa aleikum salam,” said Hasan, then Mr. Harjo immediately hung up the phone and put it on the guest table.

“There is this Mr. Harjo, hehehe..” said Mr. Diman after hearing the chat between Mr. Harjo and his eldest son.

“Iya nih sama sak son kok secret-secrecy all pack, sir.” timpal his wife pak Harjo.

Hariri just smiles just hearing the father's plan to his brother. “Ah, it has been a very long time I have not seen Kak Hasan,” he said in his heart.

Hariri himself did not know, if in fact his brother always took the time to go home once every two weeks just to see him see the development of Hariri's pain. Maybe when her brother came home and

visiting him, Hariri's condition was beyond the limits of his consciousness due to feeling the pain that tormented him. So Hariri did not know the time when his brother saw him.

“Let him go home quickly Mr. Diman, hehehe Said Mr. Harjo disperse Hariri's daydream.

“Oh yes sir Harjo, should not Pak Harjo invite also kang Mahmud and his family sir?” said Mr. Diman half asked.

“Oh yes Mr. Diman. I have to invite him also sir, this is my own vow,” said Mr. Harjo agreed to Mr. Diman's proposal.

“Then tomorrow let me who was there to convey his invitation sir,” suggested Mr. Diman.

“What is not a hassle Mr Diman?” ask Mr. Harjo to feel bad.

“Ah sir Harjo is like anyone,” reply mr. Diman.

“Then Mr. Diman will bring my car only impression,” said Mr. Harjo.

“What is the car not in use Pak Harjo?” ask Mr. Diman.

“Just calm Mr. Diman, there are still motorcycles, hehehe..” replied Mr. Harjo.

“Ya already then tomorrow around six o'clock I am here yes sir,” said mr. Diman.

“Njih, monggo.. monggo,” Pak Harjo replied.

“Mm, punten sir, ma'am for cooking is everything prepared?” ask Diman's mother to arrive.

“Not yet bu, the plan this afternoon will go to the house bi Sarwi, bi Romlah, bi Suri and others including also the mother of Diman himself to help cook. Because by chance mom is here so all of you I ask for help now yes ma'am, hehehe..” replied ma'am Harjo.** CONNECTED