
"Don't interfere!"
"Don't interfere!"
The words continued to echo in Bu Hamida's ears even when the form of the old woman was no longer visible. He only realized when his son's cry sounded louder with widened eyes. Reach it he immediately anticipated the fear of his son by putting the face of the Son on his chest.
"Quiet, Honey. Mama is here with you. The old woman has disappeared" said Hamida as she patted her son's back tenderly and her lips unceasingly recited prayers for her son's safety. After her son's crying subsided, then Bu Hamida could breathe a sigh of relief and immediately bring her child into the room.
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The day Aruna was waiting for finally arrived. He was getting ready as well as Kala who now looks neat and dashing with a typical batik pekalongan shirt that is so fitting wrapped his sturdy body. Aruna looked at her husband with eyes. "You're too handsome to wear that shirt, Mas," said Aruna somehow upset.
Kala actually chuckles slowly and steals a kiss on Aruna's lips that day looks blushing because of wearing lipstick. "I can do this because you always take care of me and take good care of me," replied Kala who made Aruna smile shyly.
However, the facial expression was only short because now Aruna's face changed with her restless face. It makes Kala immediately embrace the Wife to give spirit. "I'll always be there for you, Yang. Whatever you will do later, I will also do it for the return of our future children," said Kala who made Aruna's lips again sing a thin smile.
"Thank you for still accepting me regardless of the bad things that have happened to me."
"Don't say that again. Come on, we must leave immediately so as not to be late to get there. We have to make good use of our time in order to find what we want" Kala and Aruna agreed. The two also left home to go to Sinta's house where the four-monthly event of pregnancy will be held.
When the two arrived, there were already many invited guests who had come and filled the living room, so that Aruna and Kala were eventually led to sit in the living room where the room could make Aruna see firsthand how the kitchen and dining room in Sinta's house.
"I was thinking if you wouldn't come by to remember a few days ago you just lost your baby," sinta said too dramatizing his words as if so caring even though from his words it seemed once exaggerated and like cornering Aruna.
Despite her pity, Aruna will not falter and will sue someone who has stolen her fetus by force, and Sinta is the main suspect. However, Aruna still hopes if Sinta is purely pregnant because of the gift from God and Aruna prefers him who had been mistaken and thought Sinta was the one who stole her fetus.
"Yes. However, you must find the perpetrator who has moved your fetus. If necessary, you have to reclaim the fetus" said a middle-aged woman who Aruna knew was Ms. RT in her housing complex.
"really. I have also heard there is someone who suddenly lost his fetus because of being a victim of shamans who open services moving fetuses. The fetus returns itself to its mother's womb because in the new womb it is said to be hot." Now it's Bu RW's turn to say Aruna.
Not to be outdone, Ms. Lurah also talked about the topic of conversation that was so hot among mothers. "hot? Maybe because of the results of seizing and using the services of jinn huh? Hopefully they can get a good return."
Hearing how the mothers gave her encouragement, Aruna also chuckled softly and felt comforted by the spirit of the mothers who fight for a child. "Definitely, Mom. I will try what I can so that my prospective children can return," replied Aruna while looking at the face of Sinta who now looks pias. This made Aruna smile even more. She thought, if Sinta wasn't the culprit she should have come along. However, his friend just ended up silent with his pale face condition.
"Love? You all right? Why is it so pale?" ask Aruna intentionally.
"It's okay. I felt sick and wanted to vomit. Maybe that's why my face is pale" Sinta replied trying to be relaxed.
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...almost also to the work of friends othor below yuk. ...