THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 87 - The Moving Softener

Looking at Mama Tiur's face, Citra, Genta and Jordan, it feels like my life is back.

This is the real reality of life.

A warm and joking family. Laughter and humor evoke a sense of mutual strengthening that is in the chest.

I happy.

Thank you God.

Day by day, week by week.

Although the ancestral spiritual knowledge that was in my body has been Hardi for the other three brothers, but in certain moments I still like to see things invisible.

Like this time, there were some creatures standing in front of the fence of houses and factories.

Occasionally they disturb the employees who commute the factory and mess them in the morning and hours of rest.

At first, like people who like to joke.

They are ignorant and idle by making a little excitement like suddenly pushing the gate, shaking the trees are not too big, to play the electric switch to make some employees panic in fear.

I'm still trying to be weird. Not banishing because it is just their fad that seems to be joining or passing by. After all, they could not enter the factories and the big houses we lived in. Wak Hardi had fenced her in unseen the other day.

A day, two days.

I watched them for a long time like they were not just passing by. But settling at the turnstile and front of the gate is like a move.

Even the third day, their number is increasing. Like, someone's coordinating to try to survive living in front of the factory.

I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Because their shapes are also different. Even a lot of it seems scary.

Every night they are noisy. Laugh and sing. Chatting like a human being hangs out with the besties.

L'm... The one who was silent at first, was now getting sultry and trying to do something. Frankly, I was worried that later they would become and dare to enter the body of my husband's factory employees more and more.

Salt and pepper is one of the mediation of the exorcist of subtle creatures, as far as I know. Wallahu a'lam, but I remember Papa once gave a water spray washing rice filled with dissolved salt and pepper.

Now I start doing the action.

It's sunday. Looks like a good day for all of us to work to clean the road and sewer in front of the factory.

Fine creatures love dirty places.

They are most comfortable living in dark, smelly places, as well as their rather hidden positions.

After a night of recitation and sholawat of the Prophet a few hundred times, I mixed the prayer water with a mixture of washed rice, salt and ground pepper.

After the men of the house and some of the factory employees finished working together to clean the grass and sewers, I was helped by Mama Tiur and Citra sprinkling water concoction that I made by reading basmalah and two sentences of shahada.

Bismillah, may the subtle-creatures who dwell before the factory gates feel the rage and go in search of a new abode.

Suddenly my hand was holding.

Sorry.., you better find a new place soon. I don't want you guys staying here even clustered more and more!

...We don't know where to go. Our master is sick and can no longer take care of our food. Please, Nyai Queen!...

I swallowed the saliva with a serious face.

Go back to where you came from! Mountains and forests, there is still a lot of food without the need for you to be the pet of evil humans!

...Nyai...! Guard us! We will definitely follow whatever His Queen commands!...

There was another creature that surprised me. Human head, handsome face but his body parts slithered gleaming golden yellow pattern.

I got more goosebumps, another person standing very close to me even though his face was down.

The figure was human-faced but the muzzle was round large and slimy.

Occasionally came out the sound of 'frosting' from his mouth that sometimes gaping.

Go, guys! I don't need any cooperation with you! We are different in nature. Your place is mountains and forests. I'm sorry.., I have to be hard on you!

I tried to close my eyes.

My weakness is a sense of inadequacy. But for the things that are required to be firm, I can also be firm.

The sound of sobs and screams for help made my ears hurt.

O God the Lord of the Universe, the Owner of All beings on this earth both visible and invisible, I ask only for your help!

...Nyai Queen...! Nyai Queen,... Don't take us back to the mountain! Please, Nyai! Nyai Queen Liana Wulandari! Hik hik......

Pardon...!

Me, Mama Tiur also Citra continues to sprinkle the water of prayer that I made. There was an incident, Citra almost plunged into the sewer because of the nosy actions of soft people who are in pain due to splashing water Citra.

Fortunately I was sprightly and immediately pulled the tee shirt that used Citra to tear the base of his hand.

Some creatures like to block on the body of Mama Tiur. But I immediately pulled their limbs apart and threw them into the water of prayer, causing smoke that only I could see.

...Ampuunn! Forgive the Queen, my goodness! Yeah, we're leaving, we're getting out of here! Nyai Queen look at our Master! He can't see us anymore. He had lived a human skeleton that was stretched stiff but still breathed and ate a lot like a normal human. He was screaming like crazy. All his family began to care less about him and was impressed to ignore my Fertile Master, Nyai! Help him, Nyai! Help us too! We will go and stay on the mountain as Nyai Queen wants!...

I know, it's just the seduction of the demons. They are used to talking A when in reality B. Often confesses C but is originally D. That is how Satan behaves. And I only smiled faintly and said, "By mentioning the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful, please ask Allah Ta'ala for me to send these tender people to the realm they should be! Bismillah!"

The deafening screams, shrieks and screams of crying slowly dissipate as the flashes of fire and light that scatter the firework tubs lit on new year's night.

Alhamdulillahot...

Now everything is safe again. Until suddenly, Jonathan who was resting on the porch of the house shouted loudly.

What was? What's up again?

SERIATE