THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 69 - THE DISTURBANCE IS STILL THERE

I'm coming in quick. Want to know the state of Mas Jo until Mama Tiur nervous and stuttered like that.

"Astaghfirullahal...!"

I rubbed both my eyeballs. Trying to clarify the view, worried that I was still a hallucination half-conscious because I woke up from a dream.

A creature was piercing Jonathan's body. The colored tongue protruded long until his saliva dripped on Mas Jo's sweat-soaked face.

In general, he seems to have difficulty breathing. Maybe Mama saw him as being saddened by death. There was an evil creature riding on it like it was about to swallow it alive.

"Mom help you read the chair verse!" pekikku immediately ran over the creature.

The water that I brought even spilled soaked the face of Mas Jonathan.

"Liana! Why diguyur?" mama Tiur shouted in surprise because the water in the glass I carried seemed to be deliberately drained into the face of her eldest son.

"Mama read the chair verse!" yell again. This time my mother-in-law's candidate complied.

L'm... Fighting with that ugly creature.

His physique was like a human, but his head was strange and his long tongue was what disgusted me so much.

Laa ilaaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minadz...

Laa hawla wala quata illa billa hil'ali' hil - adziiim...

Qul a'udzu birobbin - Naas

Malikin-naas

Ilaahin-Naas

Min sharril was waasil khon - Naas

Al - Lazii yuwas wisu fii suduurin - Naas

Jinnati wan - Naas

Oh God! Only to You are the servant asking for help! Bismillaaaa...

The creature screamed deafeningly. Until I plugged my aching ear hole hearing her tight screams.

Wuss...

Thick white smoke billowed and slowly the creature disappeared.

Cut off the face of Mas Jonathan who is still closed but his mouth gaping like a person who has difficulty speaking.

"Allahu laa ilaaha huwal hayyul qoyyuuum!!!"

I wiped his wet face with the prayer water I brought.

Slowly his pale face gradually flowed again with blood and seeped his cheeks.

"Mas..., Mum! Istighfar, Mas!"

"As..astagh..firullaaahal'adziiim..."

"Alhamdulillaah!"

"Thank God!!! Gege, Gege! Hik hik hicks..."

Mama Tiur hugged Mas Jonathan's body. Then grabbed me while saying thank you so many times.

I took a glass of water over the nightstand. And helped drink it after he rose from his sleep.

"Drink first, Mom! Read bismillah!"

I was still trembling and my heart was still pounding. The fight had made me still shadow the face of the ugly creature.

Crazy feel. Totally bonkers.

My eyes could see the strange creatures that had heard the name of demons, jinn and their people I was most afraid of.

Even so, I don't want anyone to know. Including Jonathan, my future husband.

But the inner eyes of a pure and holy mother can see my ability to overcome problems with supernatural affairs.

Mama Tiur said another word of thanks before I left the room Jonathan.

"Liana, thank you!"

"Mama, don't be like that. Liana did nothing. It was God who helped Liana to make Mas Jonathan aware of the collapse. Mas Jo is Liana's future husband, it's appropriate for Liana to help her sick condition!" I whispered to calm him down. I don't want Mama to tell anyone about this. Even that to Jordan or Citra.

I went back to the room. But did not continue to sleep, because the responsibility was four in the morning. Soon in at dawn.

O God Almighty, give me Your guidance! It seems like those peyot aki-aki are urging me even more to come to him! Oh Allah... I should what? Do I have to see him? Or the... Give me a way to meet the old man without having to come to his place. Aami...

Honestly I was scared and was was. If until the day H I have not met the old Aki-aki, worried about my happy day he made it a day of pain. Naudzubillahimin-dzalikpov.

I thought of a way out. But there is still no answer nor enlightenment.

My morning prayer was deliberately done alone in the room for privacy of my worship which I extended through additional prayers to ask for the smoothness of our intention.

Treeetc... Treeetc... Treeet

My phone rang a few times.

It was from Mama Farida.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum, Ma!"

...[.Waalaikum... Lianas! Mama wants to take you to the tomb of Eyang Uti with Eyang Kung. You want a no? Any time?]...

"Oh, I can, Ma! When?"

...[.It'll be ten o'clock. So dzuhur you are already home!]...

"Yes, Ma! Keep going, Liana pick up Mama at home or..."

...[.Liana want to pick up Mama? Be able. Mama wait a minute!?]...

"OKAY. Liana will ask Saleh Otewe to come to Mama's house later!"

...[.Okay. Thanks, Honey! I'll see you around. Assalaminata.]...

"Yes, Ma! Greetings waalaikum!"

...Clik....

I took a long breath.

Scroll clock on the wall. Five thirty minutes.

It looks like Mbak Citra has started busy making breakfast! I murmured in my heart.

The image is like family to Mama Tiur and Mas Jonathan. Only Jordan is less so close to Citra. I don't know why. Maybe there is a story between them that makes it so. I don't get dizzy. Because it's none of my business either.

After making the bed and tidying up the writing table and the floor broom, I went out.

I was amazed to see Citra tugging at Genta's T-shirt which seemed to be laughing so brightly.

Why do they look so familiar? I am somewhat suspicious too of their increasingly sticky relationship. But both are single. No problem, only I'm afraid that Genta is up to oblivion. Be understood! If two different people are too close together, there will be a third, Satan. Moreover... The condition of this house if daylight allows both more fun to make out. And the devil increasingly likes to tempt the faith of two people who are in a drunken love. Hm...

"What's for breakfast this time, ma'am?" my question made both of them flinched in shock by my arrival.

I can only smile thinly, because Citra like to know the contents of my heart so that she immediately released her hand from the T-shirt worn by Genta.

"This, Brother! The plan is to make sausage fried rice! Hehe..."

I smiled at Citra. Then he turned to Genta and just poked his shoulder so he could understand the meaning of my colekan.

Love can blind the eyes as well as the heart of the sufferer.

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