THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 99 - THANK GOD

Gusrak...

Broaches...

Brak brak brak!!!

There was noise. Like a chair banging against the floor. Then...

"Aarrrgggh... Rrr.r.r...!!!"

The srek srek...

The sound of clawing of animal hooves tore apart door leaves and...

Pile up!!!

There was a slight bright light after the door of the room opened.

Airlangga changed like the figure of Ki Jalu and Ki Maung. It's in my vision.

Clearly, my sister is now struggling with the delicate creatures of the owner of this house. And. apparently my inner eye saw also recognized clearly Karuhun-karuhun who was behind him.

Turns out... It turns out that Mr. Guru Hari is also one of the descendants of the son of Banten!!! I can't go in and read all of this. He and I are still in touch!

Unfortunately the path Hadi took was the wrong one.

Lust has seeped in and made him a person who has no more compassion.

Abaghfirullahal...

Abaghfirullahal...

I helped my sister through the path of prayer. Direct path to heaven by asking for the good of Allah Ta'ala.

The evil one will surely lose by his own evilness.

I won't win until anytime.

Allah is Wise.

Allahu Akbar

Allahu Akbar

Allahu Akbar

Bledarr!!!

The lightning striking made the earth feel shaking.

The sounds of the chanting sound of the azan are heard from outside. Although the sound is far away, but I'm sure this is the dawn Adhan. Because there's an extra sentence chanted his muazzin.

Again there was lightning and lightning that intertwined. Sambar snatching makes me stronger heart and soul focused.

The rain was falling rapidly.

Kurilap... Jelegerr.

Like something was struck by lightning.

The light bulb that was bright was instantly extinguished.

Oh God!!!

Silent, deserted. No more noise except the torrential rain and strong winds out there.

I'm still focused on hearing.

Which angga? Angga???

"Sister...! Brother!!!"

The gogga!!!

"Mmmm... Mm-h..."

I tried to code it because the pitch blackness made it hard for us to see.

Cetrics.

A light from a gas match that Airlangga was pointing at.

"Sister Liana!!!"

Alhamdulillah! Thank you God!!!

Angga immediately unbonded my mouth. My hands and feet too.

"People!!! Hiks..."

We embrace each other. His fingernails are bleeding.

"People! Your hands..."

"It's okay. Brother, you're okay, right? Come on, let's take it out!" he said while helping me stand up.

"My leg was taken by that man! Jonathan must have called me!"

"Once, let it go. What matters is that we get out of here!"

"Yes." Yeah."

We were locked up in the basement. It should be dark and stuffy.

Angga helped me up the stairs made of wood. The size is very small. So we had to carefully tread it, so as not to slip and fall again down.

"Be careful!"

Angga let me go upstairs. My legs cramp over time sitting in a tight bound state.

"I asked Mas Meatballs in front of me this afternoon. But it seems, somehow it doesn't sound anything."

"The bangs*t has a loving winnow, brother! He has bewitched the people around him so that his barbaric activities are not sniffed and he is free to do anything without interference."

We both looked down again.

There are others besides us!

"People! Looks like..."

"So wait here! I'm coming down again!"

"Be careful!"

"Yes." Yeah."

I followed his orders. And stood still at the top end of the stairs while looking at the pitch-black surroundings as the electricity went out.

The gas match that Airlangga brought only one. So that my place stands dark after Angga down passes.

"Sister!!! It turned out that there were two victims in the other room!!!" yelled Angga from inside. His voice echoed making me clearly able to hear him.

Kutelan. It turns out that it is not wrong if Stella continues to bother me as well as Airlangga. He worries more and more victims. Some even have to be sick in a mental hospital.

Astarghfirullah...

Sometimes people can be more evil than demons. It is because of the perverse lust that rules the soul. Especially when humans feel they have more abilities than other humans.

Tsumma nauzubillah.

"How are they doing?" I also asked in a loud voice.

"PLEASE...! Help!!!"

I was shocked. Voices of moaning for help from the direction of the middle of the house.

His voice was like the voice of Day.

Clenched my fingers. Prepare for the worst.

I am thankful that the lights went out too. So that lighting does not exist automatically makes everyone difficult to move.

Angga seemed to have brought one and was heading for the stairs. The light from the gas match she was carrying began to illuminate.

"People!"

"One more person, he fainted and was in a state, naked."

"Astaghfirullah...! Oh Allah Gusti!!!"

I'm trying to help a young girl who's got Angga. We then leaned her body on the floor.

"I'm coming down again, brother!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sir, adek? You're fine now! Relax, Brother is here! We'll go out together!"

"Hiks hyks..."

The young girl looked very shocked. His body was weak and sweating coldly. Even his lips were trembling in fear. Only a stifled sobbing could she say.

I hugged him tightly. Trying to calm his overwhelming fear.

His psyche seemed to be shaken violently. And I can't find him with questions.

Angga returned with another victim. He was holding slowly as he climbed the stairs. The matchstick flames did not help her because Angga had to carry the girl with two hands.

"Be careful, Ngga!"

"Yes, Brother!"

Now Angga has re-lit his gas match. The light of the fire was small but capable of making us all feel our way out.

"Sister, hold the match. I'm holding this girl again!"

"Yes. Uh wait, looks like Hadi is in the front room! He was like groaning in pain! Check it out, Ngga! Worried that he might attack us!"

Angga. He went out for a while to look at the situation and conditions.

While I was standing with my left hand holding the young girl and my right hand turning on the gas match.

The heat of the match makes me occasionally turn off the fire.

"He was the victim of a lightning strike!"

"Alhamdulillah!"

Only for a lifetime this time I even say Thank God when there are people who are affected by disaster. Hhh...

The light outside is much brighter. At five o'clock in the morning the sun's tinge begins to show.

I'm glad the four of us got out of that damn house.

While in the middle of the room there was a figure lying with half of his body burned.

The morning began with a stirring commotion.

It turned out that in front of the school building, the police force was conducting an inspection. There was my husband there, too, and Mr. Kodir, the private driver who drove me to Stella's house yesterday afternoon.

"Liana!!!"

"But Jonathan!!!"

I ran into his arms.

The face of my husband who was pale tense is now much more colorful.

"Alhamdulillah, Thank God!!! O Allah Almighty, my wife is safe!"

We are getting closer. Until a policewoman gave me a thick blanket and invited me to come to the police headquarters.

Why do I deal with the authorities so often?! Not long ago when Mama, Intan and Nadya became victims of the murder committed by Papa Bambang, I also became a witness. Now, you have to be a witness. Hhh...

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