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Oddities

“Sorry just said, I was in shock too,” Hanif said to Juju who blushed her face as soon as she got home

be ill. He was disappointed to hear about Nilam's condition this morning. As Nilam's closest friend, Juju feels guilty about not being able to look after the girl better.

Hanif since the end of dawn had filled the silence of the nursery by teaching, sitting in a folding chair not far from the Nilam cot. Mr. Min and Babe fell asleep again on the sofa waiting for this first class.

Juju sat on the side of the bed, Nilam still using oxygen helper. His chest sip so know Nilam had a critical difficulty breathing because there was blood inhaled his airway last night.

If there was anything without her knowledge Juju would feel very guilty.

“What is this because of the Saints?” ask Juju flat.

“The theme just came too, when Nilam to the back he had hidden behind the bonsai, then followed, so I came out too. Looks like Nilam was knocked down before he came,” explained Hanif.

Though silent Juju is convinced this has something to do with Saints. Not that he's gone, what do you want to do again? Her thought.

Juju just left the place after leaving for work. This is the last day shift, want permission not to enter if you think about his anxiety to see Nilam who briefly woke up and slept again without communication with him.

Hanif and Maemunah took turns to look after Nilam. Ruqyah's verse is repeated again by Hanif, wearing gloves touching the head of Nilam.

By late afternoon Nilam was awake and fully conscious, only to feel restless with oxygen still attached. He pulled an oxygen mask that covered his nose and mouth.

“Nilam? Let's just doctor for a moment.” Hanif held his hand.

“This is not good to use, even tightness,” said Nilam put just any plastic tool it.

Hanif gegas called the guard.

“Quiet, Patchouli. Let's get healthy fast.” Maemunah stroked his arm.

“Nyak, Nilam bored laying. Why are you still here?” Nilam felt well and wanted to leave the hospital immediately. Feeling ashamed has troubled Babe's family.

The doctor and nurse came, asking Nilam to lie quietly to be examined. Oxygen is removed, only the infusion is asked to wait to be spent as a helper to recover Nilam's energy. The conditions are much better now.

***

Since it was getting dark, there was a young woman sitting in the waiting chair of the hospital room. His face is expressionless. He looked straight into the hallway, towards the treated room Nilam.

He had to follow Nilam here. His mind raged, preparing the courage to go to that room. There are important things to do and this is urgent.

The tail of his eyes caught an all-black-clothed shadow down the hallway, he squinted.

The young lady was Sacred and now slightly ran after the shadow earlier.

Holy breath gasping as he pushed hard the room door.

Nilam was bribing food. There was also Juju who had permission to go home quickly, Hwa next to him came to visit Nilam.

Babe was teaching in the corner of the room stopped. Even with Mr. Min sitting on the sofa surprised to look at the door.

All eyes are directed toward the Holy.

Juju then came forward pulling the arm of the Saint about to take him out.

“I want to talk to Nilam.” The saint resisted trying to take off his hand.

His gaze pointed at Nilam as if asking for a chance at the girl.

Juju hardens his jaw, dragging it without speaking.

“Ju, leave ...”

This young man closed his eyes breathing. I could not refuse Nilam's request. He loosened his hands, until the woman immediately walked towards Nilam.

Juju is reluctant to turn around, his emotions will peak if he sees Nilam still giving his friend a chance. His hands were tightly clenched on the sides of the body.

“Ni, I'm sorry it's wrong ..” Sacred holds back tears. “I'm back not to be forgiven. I don't deserve it, Ni-“

“Quick say what you want to loe here?!” Juju suddenly turned his body to rebuke Saints in a high tone.

Babe stood up from the seat, approached Juju and touched her shoulder.

“Ni ... They will attack Mak. Mak in danger, Ni.” The saint said while sniffling.

Rounded Patchouli's eyes. “Mak?”

“They who mean, loe?! Loe herself, right, who wants to hurt Nilam. Jang-“

“Ju!” Nilam stopped Juju's words.

“Mak? Why mak, Ci?” the girl asked with a worried tone.

“Mak will be disturbed if you do not go home, Ni ...” The saint began to tell the voices that commanded him to do evil to Nilam. At first Suci also thought of one person, but the more he heard there was a voice that was somewhat different from before. He thought Ki Arya was in a group. They are in the middle of a storm looking for various ways to eliminate Nilam.

Nilam propped up his body with his hands, almost stopping his breath at the sight of the Holy One's statement.

‘Mak ...’ Inner Patchouli began to scream calling out to the beloved woman.

The pain of a distressed intravenous needle was ignored. Nilam cried with a voice of sorrow. Frustrations

on the circumstances that befall. If only he felt Nilam It's okay, as long as it's not his mother. Nilam began to worry about the condition of Mak Lumpit in the village.

Juju asks Nilam to calm down. Do not trust the Holy Word. Then the young man pulled the Holy hand out of the room.

The saints rebelled, resisted.

“Loe clearin all?!” muju's wrath was restrained, right in front of his face.

“Let die talk first, Juki. You can resist emotions, this is hospital.” Babe mediates.

The young man fell silent, glancing at the old man he respected.

Still crying Sacred recounted the incident from the beginning. All eyes were rounding towards him, in disbelief

there are still powerful mystics that people want to master to get an ambition.

“Tags on the nape of Nilam ... will only disappear when the spirit of Nilam is released ...” Sacred crying sobbing. Flavored

regret seemed from his trembling attitude and words.

Babe returned to the chair with a lunglai. Mr. Min was glued to the spot without a word, his hands holding onto

wall. Hwa and juju gaped with stiff faces.

Juju felt the heat in her eye. He returned to the couch, approaching Nilam who was still sobbing.

Sacred stood stiffly in place looking full of regret.

“Sabar, Ni .. insyaAllah loe is okay ...”

The girl pulled him to the chest, rubbing Nilam's head with a feeling of pain radiating across the chest. Clearwater

the warm that came out of the eye fertilizers themselves immediately removed Juju while adjusting a short breath quickly. Trying to calm down, though he could not help his fear of losing this girl.

Having sufficiently mastered Juju's state of distance, holding both Nilam's shoulders. “Loe strong, loe can

counteracts. I will not be far from you from now on, Ni,” his promise to the girl who keeps crying.

One drop of blood fell onto a white sheet from Nilam's nose.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greetings Hanif before entering, see everyone gathered here.

“Wa’allaikumussalam,” replied Babe and Pak Min.

The man wearing the brown leather jacket kissed Babe's hands. Acquaintance with Hwa, then look towards Nilam.

The girl was being pacified by Juju in front of her. From Nilam's lips came out a few times

about Mak and his desire to go home.

Hanif set his breath before approaching the cot.

Just looking at Nilam's bowed head, the girl's long hair covered her face.

“Sstt, Patchouli. Try setting your breath, calm yourself.” Hanif's quiet voice made Nilam cry

stalled. Apparently he was not aware of Hanif's presence.

Nilam's face looked up slowly, his eyes narrowed, changing his waving gaze at Hanif.

“Bang Hanif, please ... I'd like to see you, Mak.” Nilam reflex pulled Hanif's hand, begging to be helped to get healthy quickly and meet his mother.

Nilam's face rested on the back of Hanif's hand.

The coldness of the soft skin, made Hanif painstakingly calm down. Istighfar continued to speak in his heart, in order to calm the fast-paced heart.

Juju was staring at the scene watching Nilam expect Hanif's help more than he did. Juju immediately excused to leave the room, followed by Hwa who paid back to Babe. Mr. Min is also out waiting for Babe on the front bench of the room.

Nilam had not yet let go of Hanif's pleading hand, making Jakun Babe go up and down, still standing in his place, then again sitting on the bench while watching Nilam and his son.

Hanif wanted to pull his wet hand, but he could not bear it, because Nilam kept crying.

Hanif's breathing was a little tight, a subtle sigh continued to creep into his heart. The same feeling as this happened during the High School period. Like a girl dimpled, classy, like there is a hammerhead in the chest cavity that is difficult to calm.

Hanif immediately brushed off the thought with istighfar many times.

“We will try to meet Mak, but you calm down first,” he said later. He was uncomfortable as Nilam continued to hug his hand.

Nilam breaths out of his mouth, then raises his head. “Really ...?”

“God,” Hanif jerked, this girl's face is red. Blood coming out of his nose mixed with tears on his cheeks and forehead, Hanif's hands were the same color.

This man reflexively rubbed Nilam's face with a handkerchief that was still clasped earlier, he groaned annoyed again forgotten.

“Please clean up,” pinta Hanif while flipping body leads to Saints.

The transfixed girl bit her finger in the corner of the room was shaking. The Saints are approaching too. They had no tissue there, so Hanif asked her to wait.

The man went to the bathroom washed his little handkerchief and gave it back to Saints.

“Bang, meet Mak just consider it my last wish,..” groan Nilam repeatedly pleaded again.

“Iya. Calm yourself, Nilam tomorrow we blow again. Most of that age is God governing, not man,” Hanif said as he rolled up his jacket sleeve.

Suci just fell silent while rubbing Nilam's face with the damp handkerchief until clean.

“Babe can rest. There's Hanif as Juki waits here,” Hanif said.

Babe nodded, then went home with Mr. Min.

Hanif also went out to clean up and took the wudu, went back in and sat in a folding chair not far on the Nilam side.

Hanif has promised tomorrow they will talk about the way Nilam met Mak, after Nilam's condition improved. He asked Nilam to stop the bad thoughts in his head and rest to calm down.

When Nilam fell silent Hanif began to take a deep breath, then chant verse by verse Surah Al-Baqarah. As a hafiz Hanif memorized the 30 Juz Holy Verses. The clear voice again filled the space even though it was not loud, but every word sounded clear and slashing.

Seen so sedentary to the long surah, Hanif closed his eyes, while touching his chest.

A warm feeling also flowed every blood Patchouli, spread throughout his body. He who had been told to sleep had not yet fallen asleep. The owner of the melodious voice seemed to attract the heart and his eyes looked.

The calm face of the sturdy young man was enjoying every word that slid by his lips. Nilam looked at Hanif in amazement.

The saint who had been glued to the spot was agitated, then immediately left the room without Nilam's knowledge.

Nilam still saw Hanif full of astonishment, how his voice could flow in the breath throughout

that it? And, did Hanif understand the words he said? All the questions were dancing in his mind ….

There is a longing for Nilam to be able to chant the same word, later. He also imagined how the reaction would be

Mak, if you hear it can teach. During this time the book given Hanif was only read Latin letters only because Nilam was not good at teaching. Never knew the letter Hijaiyah, but did not fluently mention it.

Patchouli tears flowed from the eye. Her lips muttered expressing a deep longing for Mak.

In addition to fearing anything will happen to Mak, he also feels that maybe his life will not be long. Meeting Mak becomes a last wish.

The vague phrase Nilam called his mother was heard by Hanif, the man who was reciting the last verse

looking at the girl who looked asleep. Apparently, Nilam was delirious.

Juju was back in, lying on the sofa. It was midnight, his eyes had not closed completely. The senses of his listeners lived the voice of his cousin's brother now chanting Surah Ar-Rahman.

It felt like slashing the soul of Juju who often forgot to be grateful. Juju felt her heart cool. Change the word

disappointed his heart had turned into a pinta, hopefully the girl he loved could live long and find someone who could make him happy.

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