Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
59. Scary and Terrible

Akhmar put in a new motorcycle that Adnan bought. The bike proved how great Adnan's struggle to make the wheels of his life run properly. Adnan must have been eager to see Akhmar become a good man.

Akhmar shook his head, not wanting to go to war with his own thoughts. He threw his body into the bed. 

Just one minute lying in the narrow room, Akhmar's body was immediately reminded.  He took off his shirt and threw it in any direction.  His chest which was field exposed with sweat dripping down his sturdy neck skin, flowed all the way to his field chest.

That's stuffy contract. A small contract that might kill him slowly. He was not used to being in such a room. But he is not a weak man, he is adaptable. It's just, it takes time.

Akhmar thought of Vito, who was said to be in a lifeless state.  What about Sarah and her mother?  They must be in mourning.

Akhmar's thoughts turned to Adam, his father was furious.  To the point of not admitting it as a child.  In fact, his father hated him even more.  

For many years Akhmar lived in the family of Adam, without feeling the affection and tender touch of a mother.  He grew so wild.  

He does not get attention, only Aldan who often gives attention.  Since Akhmar was nine years old, he also rarely gathered with his father.  Because his father was busy with the work that raised his company.  His father was rarely at home.  It can even be counted on the fingers how many times they meet in a month.  

Adam is too busy with his routine, until he forgets that there is a heart that needs to be educated.  Does Akhmar just need money to live?  No. gabe.  He also needs attention, but he doesn't get it.  

Indeed, at the age of one day to nine years, Adam fought many things for the life of Akhmar.  All done by Adam alone without a wife.  Even a little Akhmar took care of himself, without a wife.  Adam became a father and mother to Akhmar and Aldan.

Unfortunately, from the age of nine years, when Akhmar knows the world of technology, knows the digital world, also knows the wider environment, he does not get parental assistance.  So this is how it became.  Akhmar is much wilder than he thought.  

Turning from the past, AKhmar's thoughts were now on Aiza.  The corner of his lips was interested in reminiscing about Aiza.  Somehow his eyes were overshadowed by the girl, the strange girl who made him subjugated.  Sucks but makes me curious.

Does he really like Aiza?

Even up to this point Akhmar still really wants to meet Aiza with the mode of wanting to learn to teach.  Though Akhmar gedeg once on the girl, but also curious.

Akhmar's tired eyes were either since when it was closed.

"Mar, wake!" 

"Mar, wake! Whoi!"

"Buset nih nyak bed gini. Woi up!" The fat-bodied boarding mother whose curly hair was kicking Akhmar's legs firmly. "It's good to buy a new bike. No, I saw a new bike in the front room. But your contract doesn't pay-pay. This is over five days. Pocket pay!"

Surprised, the boarding mother touched the pulse on Akhmar's wrist.

"Yafairy.. Oh, my God, it's koit." Mother kos ran out. Shouting loudly told the neighbors that his contract son had died.

People also flock to the contract occupied by Akhmar. 

"This is dead why, Bu Marni?" ask the man who is called a religious figure and respected citizens, often called pak kyai. His neat and pious appearance made him seem polite.

"I don't know why he died either. I'm here, he's not breathing that way."

Kyai was checking Akhmar's pulse, it's not pulsating anymore. His body was cold too. Mr. Kyai asked residents to find out about his family so that they would be notified immediately. But no one knows who the Akhmar family is. 

Do not want to linger long wait, because the management of the body must be hastened, then kyai ask residents to immediately bathe the body. Akhmar's body was brought into the bathhouse, laid down, watered, and cleansed.

After that it is placed in the middle room with the body wrapped in a shroud exactly like a pocong, the nose is stuffed with cotton. He's really not breathing. Then impaled. Lifted and put into a coffin. People recite the tahlil phrase 'Laa illa haa ilallah'.

 Liang was waiting, Akhmar's body was put into a burrow. Landfill. And when the first land hoarded and hit his face, that was when Akhmar awoke from a dream.

"Huh?" Akhmar shouted as loud as possible. Breathing gnosan. Cold sweat washed his body. He sat. His hand slapped his own cheek. And it still hurts. It means that he is now in the real world and is not dead.

That dream? It's really creepy. Frighteningly. 

The gripping shadow as he was bathed and wrapped in a shroud continued to overshadow in his mind, his skin bristling. Facing death is more frightening than anything else. There has not been a single shred of charity, there has been no preparation whatsoever, and death is as it is before the eyes. Akhmar still remembered that the feeling in the dream was real and very gripping. 

Akhmar rose to his feet towards the bathroom, washing his face. Set his breath for a moment.  After the breath returned to normal, he returned to the room to pick up the pillow. 

The pillow he threw to the floor of the middle room, then lay there. Not wanting the dream to repeat itself, he chose to sleep in the living room. 

The shadow in the dream is still disturbing. He has trouble sleeping. Finally even do memorization. Rotating murotal to memorize verse.

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