THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 23 - THERE IS ANOTHER HORRIBLE INCIDENT

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"Sister Lian! It's five o'clock, waiting for Boss Gege downstairs!"

Genta Sayup's voice rang out from behind my bedroom door.

"Yes, Gen!"

...[.Who?]...

"Genta Brother. We have to go down because we've been called superiors, Jor!"

...[.Oh, okay. The spirit of Lian! I'll chat you at eight o'clock. May?]...

"Of course I can. I'd be so happy to have a friend chatting right now! Hehe... I'm turning the connection off, okay?"

...[.Ja. Have anice day, Liana! Assalaminata.]...

"Greetings waalaikum!"

...Clik...

Our conversation made my spirit rise again. A smile expands at the corner of my lips. I'm happy, now slowly the chaotic mind is no longer too chaotic because there is a diversion.

Jordan and I are lonely people. Both God found to give each other support and support. Might as well.

I believe, God is All-Good.

God sent a friend of the past who is now a friend to confide and give each other advice. But what I need right now is the comfort of making friends. So that between us sincerely give each other attention without asking for a reply.

...........

Boss Jonathan Harvest is already sitting on the porch of his mansion. Genta was in front of him as well. I who had just come, nodded and sat down after Boss Jo let go.

The image came out with a tray containing three cups of still steaming tea water.

"Thank you, Image!"

"Together, Boss Gege!"

I nodded my head and thanked Ms Citra.

"Please!" mas Jo said making me nod respectfully.

"Before you work tomorrow, I'd like to interview you first as an introduction!"

Genta and I straightened up. Prepare to receive questions for questions.

"You're siblings?" tanyanya firmly. Compact we nodded.

"OKAY. Are you married, Liana? Have children?"

I shook weakly.

"Where are you guys staying? Can I see his identity card?"

I opened my little wallet, and so did Genta.

"You compact brothers. I rarely see a brother like you!"

I looked at Boss Jo. Then down.

"We're having a real problem! We're in hiding!" I said with my face bowed to the marble floor of the house.

"Hhh... What..., you fell in love with each other? There's a forbidden relationship until running away like this?"

"No, Boss! Not like that! Actually I'm the one who brought the problem. Not my Brother. L am... Wanted an online loan!"

Jonathan looked at my face and Genta alternated.

He shook his head.

"Online lending is troubling! It looks like the case will continue to be a heated conversation in this country!" it was as if he was talking to himself.

Genta and I were embarrassed.

"I salute, Liana to back you up, Genta! Your brother has a family. Have a husband."

"It's divorced, Boss!" as slowly.

"Proud koq divorce?"

I swallowed the saliva. Down deeper.

Who is proud to have divorce status? Boss is good, but sometimes the words are bad.

Wuss

Prak prang

A huge wind suddenly came unexpectedly. Blowing fast and directly hit the porch of the house to fly wooden chairs that we did not sit on until it hit the window glass.

My heart feels like it's falling out. Huge whirlwinds surround the terrace and...

Prak prak prak

Blarrr

The sound of thunder came when the afternoon weather was quite bright.

What's the matter? Not raining, but why is there wind?

"O Allah is the Greatest Gusti! I leave everything to Your Divine Will Robbi!"

I was surprised, My Boss said a sentence that left me dumbfounded.

Is he a muslim?

I'm still shaking. My chest is also shaking. Knees seem to be dislodged from the joints. While the wind outside was still swirling around and slowly disappearing without a trace.

"Boss! Boss!!!"

The image screamed from behind the middle room door with a run-ahead.

"What's up, Citra?"

"Kitchen glavon collapses, Boss!" he said it made us look at each other.

"Hhh... This must be the first time you see the wind *****pair in the house when the weather is sunny, right?"

Genta and I were glued with eyes to look at Boss Jonathan.

"The power of Satan cannot defeat the power of God!" he said again with a faint smile.

"Devil power?"

"Throughout three years, my family has been hit by a black magic storm. They think they can destroy us even though they are allied with the devil. Hm! Sorry, I'm so venting! This is the first time I can reveal the heart and state of our family to others!"

Genta and I looked at.

"Sit down! Don't panic but stay alert!"

What was? What's with all this and the scary words from Mas Jonathan's lips?

I followed his orders and sat in the guest chair. But Genta just kept following him from behind.

"Where are you going, Genta?"

"I'm with the Boss! Who knows Boss needs my energy in the kitchen!"

Boss Jonathan nodded slowly. He, Genta and Citra headed for the kitchen. Seeing the condition of the kitchen plavon of his house that collapsed right in the middle of a circle.

I was sitting down and followed them. Afraid to sit alone too. And the heat and cold air that covered my neck made me shudder.

There's magic power ruling this house, it turns out. The supernatural evil force. Just like my old house is now controlled by Katliya.

I closed my mouth with my right hand. Why do I feel alive these days by looking at strange things that common sense and logic cannot digest.

From my household life, Irsyad moved his heart without cause and dropped his storytelling talent just like that to me. Katliya is helping him. Or maybe it was the girl who played the game using black magic and magic.

Then it turns out Boss Jonathan's life is too. He even said his family had been terrorized by an invisible creature for three years.

It's weird but real.

In the era of advanced technology and modernization as it is today, it turns out black magic, witchcraft, and pellets are still used by shortsighted people to achieve their goals. It doesn't make any sense.

I gawked at the plavon kitchen of Boss Jo's large round house that was as neat as being sawed by someone.

"Why is it perfectly round like that? It's weird!" my murmuring made Citra nod.

"This is the third time, Mother! Two months ago, Boss Gege's room was exactly like that! Even Boss was sleeping soundly on the bed and the piece was right about the Boss' body!" the story of Citra makes me shudder.

"Could anyone deliberately use black magic to harm the Boss? Or... Is it intent to kill the boss?"

I patted Genta on the shoulder who said original.

Our eyes were round but our lips were silent.

Scary and scary.

"It's no secret that business competition is fierce, brother!" whispered the image that made me understand.

Fortunately it was not dark. And Boss Jo can still call people from the public works service to fix the front window and plavon kitchen.

Maghrib is approaching and we pray congregation in the garden musholla gazebo.

Boss Jonathan is a Muslim. In fact he became our priest leading Maghrib prayer, recitation and further Isha prayer. His voice is also beautiful. I really didn't expect it at all.

I thought he was a non-Muslim, because his face is westernized handsome, clean skinned and his eyeball beads are beautiful light brown. Her body was also filled with feathers which made her even more adorable. Turns out... Hm! My respect is getting bigger for him.

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