40 Days
Chapter 17
Khadijah awoke upon hearing a strange sound caught by his sense of hearing. Khadijah's eyes widened to see Maura walking alone towards the door of the room.
Immediately Khadijah woke up walking closer to his daughter.
'' Maura ? '' with a trembling voice he called out to the girl.
The way Maura walked was a little strange, his head tilted to the left, his body as if limp as he stepped, more surprising when Khadijah looked closer. Maura's eyes were tightly closed, but she stood up and even walked as if she wanted to leave the room.
A dozen years Khadijah took care of Maura, only this time he saw the girl sleeping while walking (sleepwalking).
Not wanting anything bad to happen, Khadijah shook Maura's arm.
The girl's steps stopped for a moment, a moment later her body drooped even almost collapsed to the floor if Khadija did not immediately hold her.
" Bang Amir, please !! " Khadijah shouted for help.
Amir who was in the room immediately headed to Khadijah's room when he heard a cry for help from his sister.
The door to the room was deliberately not Khadijah key, to avoid the possibility of bad things happening as it is today. Amir will easily come in and help when something happens.
'' Astagfirullah, why Maura? " asked Amir, holding the girl's body and laying on the bed.
" I don't know, I don't know either. I woke up to see Maura sleepwalking. Fortunately I woke up, if I did not know what would happen, said Khadijah.
Amir saw the wall clock, at this time Maura should carry out dhikr according to the orders of Ustad Dzikri.
'' Maura, wake up son. " Amir rubbed Maura's arm to get up.
'' You forgot? Right now it should be Maura dhikir." Amir was a little upset at his sister.
'' Sorry Bang, I fell asleep. These few days I'm a little bit unwell, probably due to lack of sleep and a lot of thoughts. " Khadijah was down, he regretted not being able to take good care of Maura.
'' Yes I know, if you are tired at least tell me before you rest. Let me take care of Maura. But at this time he had to get up and carry out the orders of Ustad Dzikri. " Amir reawakens Maura, until the end of her life the girl wakes up.
'' Son, we're wudhu first huh. You will have to pray tahajud and dhikr tonight, "persuade Khadijah.
Maura turned his head towards Khadijah, he only replied with a soft nod without saying. Like the days before her, Maura still remained that way. Maura's consciousness is not full.
After the ablution, Khadijah applied mukena to Maura. He guided his daughter to prayer and dhikr. Amir was waiting for them outside.
Amir stood up from his seat when he saw Khadijah coming out of the room.
'' Bang, Maura still could not concentrate when practicing the reading given by Ustad Dzikri. Can he be healed just like this? '' Khadijah came out of the room after believing Maura was back to sleep.
Amir pensively for a while, he was also confused if Maura continued like this how could she recover?
'' We just pray, leave everything to God, said Amir.
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Syafa waits for Arman in front of the bus stop, this time they both have a work holiday and they agree to go to village X.
Last night Arman called the woman, asking for help from Syafa. The girl suggested that Arman and himself go directly to the place where the bus accident occurred 20 days ago.
The sunny day seemed to support their journey to go to village X. Arman reached the stop and approached Syafa who was standing there. The hijab-wearing girl was wearing a milk-brown pashmina, with a blend of white shirts and toad jeans. Shafa looks beautiful even more beautiful than usual who only wears a work uniform.
'' Long wait, huh? '' asked Arman when his steps came before Syafa.
'' Good indeed. '' Syafa caught a glimpse of the circular watch in his hand.
'' Sorry, made you wait. So we're leaving now? '' asked Arman.
'' Yes, wait for the bus to come first. I think just a little more, replied Syafa.
They also sat at the stop for a moment, waiting for the arrival of the bus that will pass through the path of village X.
Almost ten minutes passed and the one they were waiting for was beginning to be seen from a distance. Arman swung his arm to stop the bus that was about to cross them.
The car stopped right in front of the two of them. Arman and Syafa immediately went up and sat in a not-so-dense seat.
Long enough the journey they took, the end they reached a village. The beautiful scenery welcomes the arrival of Arman and Syafa.
Arman is currently standing just below the deadly ramp where his accident took its toll. He gazed far up there, circulating his gaze to the side of the ramp just overgrown with large trees on his left and a steep ravine on the right of the road.
'' Don't be dumb here. Walk on ! '' take Syafa.
Arman frowned not understanding what they were doing to this place. He just followed the steps of Syafa without wanting to ask much. Although her curiosity is so great.
Before the road uphill earlier, a village and residential residents were below him. Syafa and Arman walked into the area. There are not many houses in the area, only a few.
'' Where are we going? '' asked Arman, starting to dare to ask.
'' We're going to a pigeon's house. " Safa glanced at her glance then the girl's gaze returned straight ahead.
'' Kuncen? Meanin? '' Arman did not understand.
'' Come along, you will know later. '' Shafa accelerated his pace as the sound of lightning suddenly just sounded from a distance.
Arman paused his steps for a moment, he stared at the originally bright blue sky but now a horde of black clouds began to cover him. Arman rushed to follow Shafa's steps, unwilling to fall far behind.
They also arrived in front of a small stage house, a house with bamboo cubicles more precisely like a hut. There was an old man at the door of the house.
The old grandfather who was about 70 years old was busy sucking the pipe skirt*k shaped curved.
'' Assalamualaikum ! '' Arman and Shafa say hello.
'' Wa'alaikumsalam, replied the old man with a friendly smile that showed his toothpaste.
'' Aya naon cu? (what's wrong cu? ) The old man asked as Syafa and Arman shook hands with him one by one.
'' Sorry cake, we mean to come here to look for the spirit of our brother who is thought to be trapped on the hill there. '' Without further ado, Syafa immediately said the point of their problem. After the old Grandpa let them sit on the long bench in front of his house.
Instantly the look on the old man's face stared at them sharply. He began to rise from his seat with his eyes still fixed on the two people who were in his presence.
Occasionally he returned to suction pipe skirt*k and exhaled a thin smoke from his mouth. Arman was a little groggy when he was stared at by the old man. There was something he knew about the meaning of their arrival.
