Virgin Tumbar
The Magical Thing Exists

The next morning Nilam insisted on leaving the hospital.

Nilam said he was starting to improve, ignoring the heaviness in his head and the heat in his chest. As long as the strong walk, Nilam wanted at the end of this time to be on the side of the woman who gave birth to it.

“That's dangerous, Nilam, you I'll take to teacher Hamid's cottage. Let our Mak pick her up here,” advice Hanif still persuades her, before following the nurse who asked her to the admin table outside.

“Can't, Bang. I dream Mak is sick hard, confined at home, no one knows. I'd like to see you, Mak ..” Nilam is still forcing.

Hanif and Juju looked at each other, they finally relented. Hanif had to sign the statement, because the patient asked out before the decision of the doctor.

Upon arriving home, Juju and the Babe family nod quickly, looking for the best path for the girl. It was decided that Hanif would accompany Nilam home and Juju insisted on joining. He called Hwa to report Nilam's condition and permission again not to enter work.

While in the boarding room, Nilam put any clothes into the backpack. His mind was still on Mak.

When she finished, the girl propped herself up. He felt someone standing behind him.

Turn around slowly. Staring flatly at someone behind him.

“We go home together, Ni. I promise I won't bother you.” Sacred was still in the same clothes as yesterday, looking shabby and her face dirty. Nilam did not want to think about how his friend could suddenly come again.

Nilam abai, as if he had not heard. The steps of the girl wearing the long sleeved shirt came to a halt

in the line of the door, without turning around he said, “You are satisfied, get what you want, right? Now, let's just say we don't know each other. I can't accept you've hurt Mak.” Nilam's vibrating voice signaled his emotions were deep.

“I'm not-“

The Sacred Sentence was cut off, as the girl quickly came out without looking back at him.

For Nilam, because of the act of the woman the mother he loved was also hurt. And his heart could not accept.

Dian, Tri and Dara who are out going to the office back in when they see Nilam in the yard.

For a moment Nilam reflex wanted to reprimand, but he said. Remembering what happened last night, he doesn't want to feel hurt anymore.

Hanif always reminded, so that he could catch his breath while saying istighfar when he felt negative emotions appear.

Nilam took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, his steps resumed.

He should be able to unravel the tightness in his chest, the untold pain of seeing the three dear friends consider him an alien being. Nilam hopes to get used to his own strength.

“Ni, wait!” Juju runs from Babe's porch holding back her steps.

“Ju, i-“

“Wait a minute, we won't let you go alone. We'll be together,” break up Juju pulls Nilam's hand to wait a while.

“But-“

Juju forbade the girl with the red-hearted sweater to say again. He was still waiting for the houseman to deliver the clothes he would carry.

The girl was invited to breakfast together by Maemunah. Eating one table with the Babe family and sitting opposite Hanif, made Nilam feel appreciated by this family. He was moved and missed Mak more.

After breakfast they went to the terrace, coinciding with the cessation of a yellow Jeep Hardtop in front of the fence. A brother Juju greets Babe, then gives Juju the keys to the backpack. This is the car they will use to Nilam village. Old car left by his father Juju.

They're getting ready to leave. Nilam entered the middle seat with Hanif.

“Ni, I'm coming!” The saint shouted while running towards them.

Juju was the last one to get behind the wheel pretending not to look. He started the engine. Her feet

prepared to step on the gas, but stopped as the horn repeatedly hovered from the direction of the road, forcing him to look out.

The driver of the white Corolla pulled his head out of the window. “Juju, wait, I'm coming,” said the handsome white man.

Juki gawked with her mouth gaping. “What does bule mean follow? What holiday do we want?!” pissed off. Hanif who heard a small smile.

“Loe, why sign in?!” More upset the young man saw Saints guiltlessly sitting next to Nilam.

The girl had apparently changed clothes and was wearing a jacket, Nilam who was leaning his head

 on the car seat, he looked at Saints.

“Ni, I also want to quickly see Mak,” said Saints flat after sitting on his side.

Nilam did not answer.

“Leave it, behind this is still enough kok threesome,” said Hanif mediate. For him the important thing they immediately set off and Nilam could see the condition of his mother.

This guy is uncomfortable sitting in the back with a girl. Hanif asked to move forward. Hwa and Saints flanking Nilam.

Before the car drove, Hanif gave his cellphone to Nilam's hand. “Listen to the murottals, live and remain calm, yes,” he said softly.

Nilam put earphones into the ear. The melodious voice of Shaykh Salman Al Utaybi, filled all the contents of his head. He returned to his head, enjoying the heartwarming sound.

In this long journey they rest three times in the rest area, for meals and during prayer times.

The patchouli also looks pretty good. The road is slow, because it is weak. At least his face looked a little fresh.

“This.” Bon Hwa feeds a Korean snack that he just opened to Nilam's mouth. A little clumsy Nilam opened his mouth.

don't wanna.

The two eyes of the man in the front seat simultaneously glanced at the rearview mirror, as Bon Hwa continued to feed Nilam while asking him to joke. Juju's heart felt hot could only turn her face to focus on the road.

While the Saint snorted, his heart sighed. How Nilam was treated like a princess that contested three princes. His heart shrieked, he was also a woman there and considered as invisible. Not wanting to dissolve in spite, this woman pretended to sleep covering her face with a jacket.

Arriving at the border between villages, they began to enter a deserted area. Only occasionally through the countryside

small all around. Nilam said, it was a village that was still crowded compared to his grief. In about an hour and a half they will arrive.

The three men in the car took turns driving. Now it was Hwa's turn, he seemed adept at driving on muddy, uneven roads. Hwa said the road to Nilam village is very easy than he ever tried offroad in Sukabumi last year.

Juju fell asleep sitting next to Nilam, his head and body swinging as he passed the road that made the car shake, Nilam was seen to improve the position of his friend.

He was eager to see Juju so tired of his business. Nilam hopes everything is done soon.

***

Elsewhere, an old man who was cross-legged between the banyan roots, closed his eyes in concentration. The clothes that were stuck on his body were drenched in sweat. His heart was furious, feeling blocked again, he was unable to penetrate the Nilam nursing room last night.

Now he feels exhausted. There was no gap to disturb the girl's mind. However, no word of despair is intended not to move before the goal is achieved. Hunger and thirst ignored him.

A black figure flashed rapidly, appearing to then disappear to a halt in front of him.

‘Your time will run out, muster up the power or you will die!’ The sentence was spoken from the heart of the man also looked all black similar to him.

It echoed to the ears of the old man sitting cross-legged.

‘Alright, I'm ready.’ The answer was sent from the heart of the old man who remained silent in his place.

The whisper was from the same person as he meditated asking for more power at that time. When the spiritual knowledge he had began to be abandoned. And, her estranged existence made her uneasy.

He wanted to get the exercise as the man promised him. Nine tumbals that kidnapped his soul as a perfecter. This man who has lived alone for a long time is tempted to master it.

When it got the eighth victim, it was already starting to disappear and looked—persis as promised. After the ninth cash tumble, he would easily get everything he wanted.

High anxiety that gives rise to its strength to immediately grip the victim. No one can stand in the way.

His nose twitched, catching a very recognizable smell coming closer. There was no smile, but the breath he set seemed to say he was ready to fight.

***

The coldness crawled Nilam's nape. The dark sky greeted them since entering the village gate. A small drizzle is seen starting to wet the windshield.

“Shit!” Hwa swore because the car stopped unwilling to live.

“What's up?” Juju who had just woken up while rubbing her eyes.

“Try again,” advice Hanif trying to calm down, although he felt a little nervous.

“In the meantime,” Juju out swapping seats with her boss. He tried to turn on the starter. Many times it can't, it's getting darker.

The rain began to rain, as if the sound of racing hit the roof of the car from above. Patchouli fear and

shivered.

Hanif advised Nilam to keep hearing murottals from his phone.

“Mati ...,” said the girl while holding the nape of the neck. Only his lips were read.

“Iya the phone is dead,” said Hwa half-screaming, holding Hanif's phone and returning it.

“Astagfirullah.” Hanif continued to stand aside, hoping for clues.

Juju grabs her phone from her pants pocket, turns out the battery is weak and will soon die.

The three men fell silent, thinking what the best way was now. Thunder was earthy with flashes of light. Patchouli closed his eyes and ears, his legs raised to a chair and hugged. The girl was cold and bitter. All the pain gathered together into one, he felt unable to take it anymore.

Hanif gave their code to pray in the car, this estimated time has entered Maghrib time. After ablution with rainwater, the two men prepared solemnly in supplication.

There is no compass or any clue to know the direction of the Qibla. Hanif began to believe, along with strong intentions and confidence that God knew their condition.

Nilam couldn't keep up because of the strong shivering. Hwa took off the jacket, covered Nilam's body and embraced his shoulders.

The Saints began to fidget. In cold conditions due to heavy rain, this girl is actually hot. Entering the second rakaat, the woman could not take it anymore. His hand clasped the car door, his movement so quickly opened the door and ran into the street.

Hwa was surprised to want to shout at Saints, but he said, afraid to disturb Hanif and Juju.

The long-haired woman ran towards the front, until invisible swallowed by the dark of night.

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