Umm Sibyan
Chapter 5. Spiritual gurus

After the various tragedies that Aruna experienced, Bu Gayatri decided to take her daughter to a spiritual teacher. Because Kala has to work, Aruna also ordered a taxi that will take him to the destination.

After an hour of travel, the car arrived in front of the fence of a simple house that grew many plants. Aruna smiled sweetly. Such an environment is enough to make it comfortable. "Wamma! Your veil is real first" said Ms Gayatri as her daughter's veil was tied behind her back.

"The model is like this, ma'am. Gaul," reject Aruna smooth. Without further ado, Ms. Gayatri pulled the veil knot behind Aruna's neck until the rope came off and closed her chest.

He took the brooch and hooked the side one to the other of the veil until the front of Aruna's body was perfectly covered. "This is the new hijab. What hijab model? Strangulated?" ledek Bu Gayatri's.

Aruna reluctantly argues and gets out of the car. He heard his mother ask the driver to keep waiting. Cost issues, can be set up later. Both are now walking through a path made of andesite rocks in neatly arranged.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said the two while knocking on the door. Not long after, the door opened revealing the figure of a middle-aged woman wearing a khimar (a veil that covers the entire curves of the body).

"Wa'alaikumsalam wb. Miss Gayatri huh?" greet him with joy while opening wide doors. Bu Gayatri and Aruna nodded in response accompanied by a friendly smile.

"Come, please come in," he asked and allowed the two to sit on a rattan chair that was quite worn, the color of the scorer had faded. The woman went to the back. Not long after, he returned with a tray containing snacks, which were immediately served on the table.

"It's been out for a while. He asked Ms. Gayatri and her daughter to wait, "let him be friendly. Ms. Gayatri nodded her head and threw a question. "Mother, Mr. Hasan's wife huh?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm Asiyah. It's good to meet you guys." Then, the chatter just flowed. Because Ms. Asiyah is the wife of the person who will Aruna ask for help, she does not hesitate to tell the events experienced.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said a voice from the direction of the door and the figure of Mr. Hasan appeared with his tired face.

"Getishalight."

"Eh, it has come," said he quite surprised. Aruna and Bu Gayatri nodded politely. Without wasting any longer, Aruna immediately told Mr. Hasan everything she had experienced. Nothing is covered up so that all can be bright and find a solution.

Mr. Hasan nodded with both eyebrows linked together. It was like thinking after hearing the story that Aruna said. "So, what's really going on, sir? Honestly, I was so scared" asked Aruna after she finished telling her story.

Mr. Hasan sighed tiredly and drank the water that his wife served first. After that, he again threw a gaze at Aruna. "Not to be afraid. It will only make them more happy and feel like winning. As religious people, of course we have civil servants in the face of such things," explained Mr. Hasan at length.

"Do you experience shortness of breath in Maghrib time?" ask Mr. Hasan to make sure.

"No, Sir. At least a little dizzy," replied Aruna sure.

"When Maghrib time comes, make sure all windows and doors are closed tightly, because they will not enter on closed doors. Think about it at that time." Mr. Hasan explained at length.

"Tuh, listen. Mother had said, if worship is the most important thing," said Bu Gayatri annoyed at her daughter.

"Yes, yes."

"Oh yes, sir. There was another one I forgot to ask. It's about my husband. So, in the morning my husband paid for overtime work and came home at eight. At six o'clock in the afternoon, he came home. I thought it was my husband. When I overslept Maghrib and my mother woke up, it turned out that my husband had not come home. Along with that, my husband just arrived home. Can they really change?" aruna asked at length, making Pak Hasan and Bu Asiyah look at each other.

"Naudzubillahiminliv. Astagfirullahalazim," cried Mr. Hasan while holding his chest.

"Be careful you. The genie had already begun to dare to disguise himself as the closest person. This is what I'm worried about. As an ordinary human being, it is certainly difficult to distinguish which ones are real and which ones are fake. Because the devil's deceit is indeed very terrible." Mr. Hasan explained at length.

Hearing that, Aruna and Bu Gayatri looked at each other with panicked faces. "Rather, what effort can I make to avoid such a thing from happening again, sir?"

"If you can give advice, for a while it is better that your husband does not need to overtime. Go home before maghrib. Ask your husband to pray and ask for protection. Once you get home, don't go straight to you. Go to the bathroom to clean yourself up."

"One more. Say hello and read the verse of the chair before entering the house at Maghrib time. God willing it will protect from the jinn who are carried away by your husband in the street."

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Aruna arrives home after azan ashar. As the taxi passed, the figure of Sinta, a friend of Aruna used to emerge from the parked car not far from where he stood. "Moona!" call Sinta while waving your hand.

Aruna waved back and Sinta walked over. "Finally, I found your home address. Can you if I want to play at home?" tanya Sinta felt bad.

Miss Gayatri chuckled. "Byeah, Sinta. Comein. Have you been waiting here a long time?" ask him while opening the gate.

"No, Ma. Just arrived. It just so happens to fit in with your return. Where are you guys from?" sinta asked while looking at Aruna.

For some reason, Aruna hesitated to tell Sinta the truth. In the end, he answered with. "There's just business." Sinta nodded her head, not wanting to know any more.

"Let's go in, Sin," asked Aruna when her mother finished opening the fence. Sinta smiled sweetly and entered Aruna's house.