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They decided to stay in the car until the bright day, lighting with Hwa's cell phone was enough for them to see each other. Hwa was worried about Nilam shivering.

After finishing Isya in her seat, Hanif asked to change places with Hwa. The two men moved through the front seat.

From the end of Al-Baqarah to another short surah, Hanif listened to Nilam's ears. His voice was against the rain outside. Hanif's hand was pressed against the poor girl's back, covered in Hwa's jacket that Nilam wore.

A shadow shot up startling Hwa and Juju in front. Seen from the light of the phone, the wind felt entered through the window glass that was slightly lowered.

‘Any.’ Both states the same word. Juju beristighfar while praying. Hwa calmed down and pleaded in the name of her Lord.

The more the night, the rain never subsided, as if endless spilling from the sky.

Hanif was getting tired. Drowsiness attacked even though fought with all his might. His physique was quite tired, during the hospital last night only slept an hour, even with the previous nights. His mind and energy were drained. The longer his eyes unbearably closed tightly, his voice weakened and came to a halt.

Hwa held her phone tense. “Did you see something, Juju?” ask the clean-faced man without looking at the other person.

His cell phone flashlight panned out, his brown eyes looking out. It looked like only tall, dark trees. The rain is starting to stop.

“Yes, Mr. Hwa. This place is not safe,” said Juki with the same facial expression.

 “Mak ...,” Nilam's groan reflex makes Hwa highlight backwards.

The girl had her eyes closed, but agitated, her breathing stinged, visible from behind Hwa's black bomber jacket that covered her body.

“Ni.” Juju called. Juju crawled backwards to wake Nilam up. This friend of his must have been dreaming and he woke up so that Nilam would not be careless.

Not until his hand touched Nilam, felt something shake the car. Juju's body bounced to the left, hitting Hwa who was stirring against the glass door. His phone fell under.

“Astagfirullahaladzim! What's up?!” Hanif was aghast feeling something hit his body. It turned out that Nilam was sitting on his body. The girl woke up and quickly returned.

“Bang, his car-” Juju's voice was cut off when the car that had been pushed back shook.

Hwa who wants to crawl her phone is not moving. No one dared to talk. Everyone is holding on to everything to stay balanced.

“Yes Allah, protect us,” pinta Hanif mean it.

Nilam's ice-cold hand held tightly to his hand, out of fear. There was no other choice for Hanif, other than to channel the calm in the girl's hand.

Droplets of warm, fishy liquid started coming out again from Nilam's nose, but it was invisible because it was all dark. Nilam was increasingly worried that his time had come.

“Mak ...”

Nilam always called the name Mak, the more blood flowed. He could no longer breathe out of his nose. His mouth opened with a breath.

“Ni, hold. You can, definitely can!” Juju screamed with emotion, pain ripping through her heart at Nilam's groans as if he had stopped breathing.

Car shocks make all looking for a place to survive. The fear of dominating, the feeling of life is already at the tip of the horn. Juju and Hwa scream in their respective pleas.

While behind Nilam continued to moan in pain. Hanif calmed himself with all his might as well Nilam, hoping for his guidance soon. Nilam's cold hand grip increasingly felt to freeze the fingers of this young man.

Hanif's body started to shiver. Somehow the memorization of the verse that he remembered correctly in his brain seemed to freeze, could not remember clearly, the reading was wrong and some parts were forgotten.

Only the words that are remembered continue to be spoken. Inner Hanif screamed.

Is this a warning? Or did the apocalypse have encircled her who had been unawakened?!

“Nilam, call God's name .. do your whole heart.” Hanif's voice was choked, but still wanted to channel the spirit to the girl. “I feel weakened ...” Warm drops of water from Hanif's eyes drenched the back of Nilam's hand.

Only the name of God came out of Hanif's lips. He was determined and sincere if this was his last day.

‘Bang Hanif?!’ Nilam heard clearly the sound of pain from the man who continued to help, holding his body from being bumped. Between the cries of Hwa and Juju in front of him, Haniflah's voice that felt into his veins, penetrated the pain through the trough of the heart.

You must be strong, only your heart can help. Don't empty. Call it by the name of Allah as sure as possible ..’

Hanif's words echoed in Nilam's head. Very often the man told her that sentence.

Nilam took a deep breath from his mouth, exhaling slowly to many times. Convincing himself, then his tongue tried to recite. The boneless flesh was choked, unable to speak. However, the screams of intense desire in Nilam's heart for their safety, made him keep trying hard.

Between the waves of his weak body and Hanif who continues to beristighfar, make this girl more motivated. More energy appears, strengthen it dispel pain. Nilam is determined to try, so that his friends do not become victims.

His mind keeps trying. As a result, the name of the God who created it can be once memorized on the tongue of Nilam, really pressed out of the deepest heart.

Nilam's heart is increasingly focused on self-centered. To believe what comes from the words that come out of his lips. Amazed, his eyes opened as the word God came out smoothly, many times without a doubt. Deep and relieved, this girl kept repeating it.

Among the tears appeared the curvature of a smile from Nilam's lip line. What a great relief.

He clenched Hanif's hand. In view of all the man's guidance to him, Nilam began to mention some of the good names of the creators of all nature, which are still attached to memory.

Hearing that, Hanif was spurred because of his spirit. They both recite it together, everything that was once attached and stored in the brain, again embedded and smoothly spoken. Subsequently, ninety-nine Asmaul Husna were spoken in succession, unbrokenly guided by Hanif.

Grace is down giving calm. There is a heat that runs through the veins, pumped throughout the body, slowly eliminating the cold that freezes the body and mind.

The car calmed down. Juju and Hwa are disheveled, facial features, gaping mouth and legs resting on the car seat do not look at each other. Hwa quickly reached under, looking for the direction of the phone light that was bent.

Upon finding, he immediately highlighted the direction behind, the same direction Juju wanted to see. They are eager to know the condition of Nilam.

In the spotlight of the white light, Nilam and Hanif smiled modestly calling God's asthma. They are like a duet of singers who have strong and deep chemistry. A happy hue emanated despite the girl's pale face and bloodshed.

Nilam threw a smile at the two friends in front, without stopping the words that continued to be spoken.

Juju breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had long missed the girl's loose smile. Juju immediately turned to face the front, her lips together forming an upward curve, though invisible.

Hwa diverted the look of her phone outside, spreading it around, for her to see the girl healthy back, was more than enough. Hwa still wanted to see Nilam clumsy and his cheeks flushed when faced with him, lest he die in vain at the hands of a person who relied on demonic power.

The sound of the rain changed the sound of the unpretentious night beast. As if also said the word that is still spoken from Hanif and Nilam.

How many hours later, the sound of crowing chickens screeching, somehow came from which direction in this forest.

The three men were asleep, but Nilam was still awake, his lips had not stopped. His voice was slow, but it echoed in the heart. A great spirit saw the atmosphere return to calm.

His compassion for the three men who were loyal to him was exhausted. The sound of a simple snoring from his third mouth.

Nilam intends to perform dawn prayers. In the dark, because the highlight of Hwa's cell phone flashlight is covered with palms on his lap, becoming a chance for Nilam to change clean clothes.

Hanif always reminded that worship must be in a clean and ablution condition, in order to be accepted. Nilam tried to take care of himself by running everything he already knew.

“Bang,” he said slowly touching Hanif's arm.

“Hmm?” The strong-bodied man opened his eyes slowly. What looked only dark, but the voice of the girl who was calling immediately jolted her consciousness.

Hanif immediately shuffled, erecting his body reciting a prayer after waking up. He felt awkward even though he was invisible to Nilam.

“What is it already Fajr?” ask Nilam.

“Oh, briefly.” Hanif took the phone from Hwa's lap.

Seeing that it was already dawn, Hanif woke Juju up. After Nilam said he had changed his clothes, Hanif guided him to roast. Juju swapped places to the back, as Hanif was more of a priest.

The day is getting brighter, a dazzling light penetrates between the leaves. The towering trees looked like paintings in Hwa's waking eyes.

 “Wow, this forest is still natural,” muttered Hwa slowly when getting off the car.

He and Juju then check the damage to the car that still does not want to live. After research ranging from water regulators, spark plugs, to the condition of the engine, this Japanese-made car did not experience problems. Until the tires are examined in good condition.

“Any.” Hwa surrounds the car's body of that bright color.

Juju explained that the car belonged to the late father who passed it on to him. After two years of buying the car, his father died of illness. Juju is very affectionate and routinely takes care of him. He said, deliberately using it to drive Nilam because he thought the car was still strong and tough.

“Never, fussy like this, Sir,” explained Juki.

 “Walah, I'm just an old me you call Mister keep, Ju. Name me, I am young.” Hwa laughed over her shoulder.

"It's bad to call the boss by name, it sounds disrespectful" Juju replied.

"Suell up." Hwa widened her palms while shrugging her shoulders.

Juju smiled at this young boss. Hwa's white skin was more than women's, making her appearance particularly striking. If Nilam village many girls are certainly the figure of Hwa will be raided by the artist of the capital to enter the village.

Meanwhile, Hanif stretched a body that felt less fresh. He wants to ask if there are rivers or times around here, which can be used to refresh the body. Their mineral water was left a little. It is a shame to wash your face.

When Hanif looked at the car, Nilam was asleep. He delayed asking until the girl woke up.

Juju said she'd pee. He was looking for a place not far from the car. Before relieving the urine sac, the young man was wary of seeing this foreign jungle in his eyes. The coldness that crawled the nape tried to be diverted. There must be a fear if we are in a lush forest, besides ghosts, there is a possibility that wild animals can appear suddenly.

When he finished, Juju would turn around, but something felt holding back his movements. A hand cupped his mouth and with a darting motion quickly pulled the young man's body away.

In an instant Juju vanished between the leaves and the tall grass, without a chance to shout or fight.

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