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 “Happy to see Brother coming home,” said Juju to Hanif while chatting for a while before boarding his bike. “Nilam needs Brother here, Juki suspects his friend has malicious intentions, Bang.”

The stern man listened carefully to Juju. “Many prayers, we can not also suudzon, hopefully your friend can be introspective, the important of him first, the confidence of his heart, then we help as much as we can.”

“Iye, Bang. Juki is rather calm, drop die yes,” said Juju.

“Wah, I think it's special. We only ask God to take care of the best guard.”

“Iye, Bang. Juki believes that. Come on, Bang Hanif, go first.”

“Iye be careful, do not forget the prayer before the road.”

Juju muttered before covering the helmet glass.

“From the beginning I suspected Juki was the same demen as Nilam.” Babe and Maemunah had apparently secretly heard Juju talk with her son.

Hanif looked over with a sweet smile. “Like it's normal, Be.”

“Can't. Si Nurmi was already Juki's matchmaker with Laela son Haji Dudung, waiting for Laela to graduate midwifery school aje new application,” timpal Maemunah while sitting next to Babe, mentioning her mother's name Juju.

Hanif also sat himself in another chair made of woven round rattan, next to Babe.

“Alaaah, gini era play match-making galla, yes justin aje if they like.” Babe chuckles at Maemunah's pursed lips.

"Yes, it's not wrong that Laela also demen the same Juki," replied Maemunah.

“If I, fitting Hanif udeh dapet dienengin Babe yes agree-agree aje. No requirements, it's important the agamenya good, already. ” Back Babe talks while glancing at the smiley Hanif.

“Doain aje, Be,” Hanif replied sincerely.

“Nyak juge agreed, the important thing is that Nyak's child is happy in the afterlife,” tipal Maemunah does not want to lose.

“Babe doesn't want ape-ape anymore. Two will Babe already happy with his family. While this one Babe hotshot is back ..” Babe upholds sitting leaning towards sitting down to the clean-faced young man in

nearby. “Subakallah, Nif. Babe was moved by every horror of your voice, it felt like crying,” continued the middle-aged man quivered while patting his son's back.

 “Alhamdulillah, Be. It's a gift from God,” replied the young man calmly.

Hanif is Babe's third child. After studying at Al-Azhar Jakarta, he received a scholarship to continue his education in Cairo, Egypt.

After completing his studies, this twenty-seven-year-old man remained there, as the manager of a youth organization

and Indonesian students.

Juju and Hanif's age range is four years, but their relationship is quite close. Although Hanif since college was busy with social and religious activities—fields that he loved so much, the man also liked to connect. All the family knows their person well.

Visualization Hanif**Fakhri**

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 Tonight, not as usual. Each of Nilam's friends did not come out of his room. Usually after work they will gather in the room Nilam as before.

When Nilam was knocking on Tri's door, Dian or Dara did not have any sayings from inside.

Perhaps the presence of Saints made them disinclined to come here, Nilam thought.

Dian fell asleep after Magrib. Lazy feeling to get out of bed was felt Tri also Dara.

Tri can still force himself to do Isya prayers, although several times yawn.

While Nilam forgot Isya worship, even fun lying with Suci on her double-size foam mattress. They lay side by side with compact eyes leading to the ceiling of the room, but the lips of both without pause connect the word.

Nilam melted the atmosphere by reminiscing about the past, seeing that the Saints were so stiff facing him, perhaps

due to Juju's suspicion or something else. Nilam doesn't want to think bad. He felt very familiar with his friend.

Nilam happy, this Saint willing to come all the way just to convey the longing of his mother. The story of the village feels to treat Nilam's longing.

The exciting story of childhood in the village also made Nilam laugh. Sometimes they make fun of each other

remember the funny part.

 “I remember best you are the same Neni main egrang. The height of more than two meters even you can, to climb the tree first so that it can go up, hehee.”

Nilam raised his hand, while remembering the height of the traditional toys they made from round wood. Size height at will, because the material is abundant in the surrounding forest. Moreover, it belongs to the boys, brave and can ride high egrang as a sign of their courage.

“You, do not dare to try.”

Nilam laughed again, the Holy temptation reminded him who was afraid of heights. He only dared to climb trees

guava, which was short no more than two meters, then hurried down.

The story continues about their favorite fishing in a lake that used to be a lot of fish, but now the place is even shunned by residents.

There is a worried and sad caught from Nilam's statement about his village now. Fewer inhabitants and .. sacred wells.

“In your opinion, is it true that Ki Arya adheres to black magic, Ci? You see, I often experience dreams and strange events. Some of them also remember dreams. Friends said I was also a bit strange after coming home from the village, but I don't really remember the details.”

Nilam stopped talking as he looked to the side. Saints seem to have fallen asleep.

He looked for a moment at the Holy face, pity implied there.

Both Holy parents died suddenly in the third grade Junior High School. He knew it when he came back to the village. Since then in Nilam's eyes, this friend looks more reserved. His laughter changed with a stifled smile.

Nilam took a deep breath and returned to his back. His hand pulled the blanket, ready for bed. Despite bad thoughts about the Saints he tried the grave inside and hoped it would not happen.

Before closing his eyes, Nilam glanced at Hello Kitty's head-shaped clock on the wall. The short needle is right about the number eleven. He felt that something was lacking, probably because friends did not see him as usual.

His hand reached for the phone at the table. The call to the contact of three of his friends did not get a response.

Finger Patchouli then browse the screen. Twenty chats from Juju Comel, reminding him to pray and be careful of Saints.

The message he read a bit, lazy to hear Juju's suspicion on this friend. His eyes also felt heavy.

***

The clock hand is right at number twelve. The girl next to Nilam opened her eyes, rounded towards the ceiling.

The voice of someone calling him was getting closer. Very plainly. Until the lips are moustached

thick touching his earlobe. The unseen voice commanded him to perform the third task. The first successful task devoured Nilam and friends, but failed for Nilam who spewed it all out.

The second task fails and is vulnerable making him a suspect by the people around Nilam. If killing of course he would be the one to blame the most, could be beaten by the masses to death as well. That makes Saints hesitate to do it again.

The little eyes of the Holy One turned towards Nilam. The girl was sleeping quietly.

Saints have sat with eyes can not be separated from the clear-faced girl.

The day promised by the old man was approaching and he had no choice. Surrounded by a positive aura so that what the old man wants is not easily achieved.

A clean heart, it has been enough to take care of the girl for quite some time now. Saints know since childhood Nilam has always loved many people.

His family, although simple but very often hugged him. Likewise, the late father Nilam also greatly spoiled his daughter. Everything looks easy.

Holy heart beat with a hammer, he got up from the bed. It's time to end the hidden feeling. This woman felt that life was unfair to her.

“I also deserve to live happily, Ni,” he muttered.

The bag brought from the village contained only three pieces of clothing. One shirt wrapped a pitcher.

Saints brought him into the kitchen, scattering the black powder in it starting from the corner of the kitchen.

According to the man, this powder spread out every corner of the room, will help him make it easier to get the girl. The saint did not fully know, all he wanted was to get what he had long wanted, as the old man had promised.

Sweat as large as a grain of corn poured from the Holy temple, until some dripped on the floor. The war between the two sides of his heart raged over what was done.

As it was about to sow into the front corner, the Sacred body bounced backwards. The urn fell to pieces, scattering the black ground powder on the tiles.

He sat on the floor, closing his ears. The Holy sweat became more, the sound that echoed from the direction of the front house again felt the heat burning his body.

Not wanting to give up this woman crawled, sweeping the powder with her palm until it hit the corner of the wall.

One more corner left at the end there. Sacred was unable to stand, the roar in his ears upset the balance. He crept up to the last corner of the room.

However, the powder he had not had time to drag when Nilam out of the room.

“Ci, you why?!” Nilam immediately grabbed the Sacred body that was lying face down on the floor.

His friend was weak and wet with sweat.

 “Ng-no pa-pa ..”

 Nilam patted the Sacred cheek that looked weak, then pulled the body of his friend into the lap, while continuing to ask what was wrong.

Nilam's eyes looked at the broken old urn on the floor. What he thought was true, but Nilam tried to restrain himself.

“Ci ... briefly I ask for help others.”

Nilam was about to place it on the floor, paled as Saints shook their heads, forbidding it.

 “I'm not pa-pa, Ni.” The saint only asked for help to be taken to the room.

Nilam tried to lift his body. He did not realize, at the same time his best friend's feet pushed the remaining powder up to the last corner.

A cold wind began to feel at the nape of Nilam, piercing through his thick hair. His hand held the nape firmly

cools.

From a distance, the old man had been tensely waiting for the procession. Seeing his chance to regain control of the girl was achieved. Kekeh gleefully came out of his lips to see Suci the accomplices were successfully carrying out the task.

Nilam again felt pain in each of his bones. He took the increasingly sweaty Saints into the room.

Arriving at the door line, the girl had no more strength, her body grew increasingly cold. The weakness he felt was more paralyzing his bones, until it fell. Nilam was lying on the floor unconscious.

Saints who feel hot, sweat more. He felt a great thirst.

The foreign voice from there continued to echo as if it was burning his body.

He began to weaken, his throat dry. Like someone's blocking his airway.

It did not take long for this young woman to be unconscious.

Silent room.

Between the two bodies lying on the floor were two colors of fierce fighting. Black and white shadows clashed against each other. The black of the old man who bound Nilam with his dark power, and the white of the voice of the holy verse by Hanif who was performing the night prayer.

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