Among Thousand Journeys

Santet

Tomorrow Inayah and her husband declared love and love me because of Allah, written in my message After reading the writing in the message, I immediately told’ Inayah, so that soon be blessed with children.

Tomorrow we have another message from Inayah.

“Mas last night my belly was like a twitch,

all night is always moving, like there is

hands in my tummy that change, you know,

what cooking?” criminal Inayah.

“Yes I'm fine, I'm far away in Saudi Arabia,

it can treat people in

Indonesia?” my many.

“Yes but so strange, oh yes my husband said,

all dido’akan let have twins,

hehehe..., let directly have a baby of two.”

“Ya insaAlloh.” I said.

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“Mas... I do not men anymore.” said Inayah, after the last fifteen days send a message,

“Ya just get pregnant.” I said.

“Ku wait for the next development.”

“Mas I'm nauseous, I checked

doctor, I'm positive.” Inayah's message on facebook.

Maybe forty days after me

do’.

“Mas my son twins, I've ultrasound right,”

“Ya thanks.”

That's how Inayah always tells the development of her womb, I'm happy, she can be happy, even though I have never met, and never once saw her face.

“Mas kok that develops only one, the twin does not develop,” Inayah message I trima again.

“Yes so if you ask Allah it should not be made a joke.” reply me in the message.

Once one of the stories among many stories on facebook, some people make it for fun, complaining, and playing games, but for me anywhere people can do good, the more a person can do good, and do good as the right hand gives and the left hand does not see, like helping people we do not know, like helping people we do not know, and they do not know us in the sense that they have never met shaking hands, then sincerity will be better preserved.

And the sincerity of a person is priceless from what is obtained, and Allah is indeed All-Seeing every deed no matter how small it is will still be judged on the side of Allah,

Alloh never mendzolimi his servant.

Whoever is able to give up goodness is like taking off an arrow, then it will get a degree on the side of the Prophet.

Do’a that is not sincere it will not penetrate the sky seven, let alone reach the side of God, will be stuck in the sky, and maybe even only up to the first sky, and even the first sky, so why not measure your sincerity by trying to say’a, diijabah not do’ you, do not theorize a lot and argue empty words, prove if you can, if only talk, small children can also, if you can, that's what's always ringing in my mind, have faith? prove, sincere? prove it.

skips...

Every day there are people who come to the house, strangely usually seasonal, I'm just sure all is arranged by God, if again the season of household affairs, divorce, marital problems, marriage problems, strangely always that comes about the household, if again the season about internal medicine, strangely also people who come about internal medicine, and if that comes about witchcraft, or diseases sent people, and if that comes about, so strangely that comes always about witchcraft, maybe if I tell all it will not run out of time to tell stories, considering the very variety of people who come to me, do not know where they can know from, or where, I never asked one by one.

Like that morning came a young woman, I usually if the morning sleep, wake up at 10 am, because usually if the night does not sleep until morning, the habit in the boarding school if the night does not sleep, because usually if the night does not, until after the dawn prayer just slept.

“What is mbak?” I ask with my eyes still

sore.

“Nggangling sleep huh mas?” ask the woman I think is 25. “Anu I want to ask for help.” said the woman I asked named Harni.

“Asking what please mbak?” my many.

“This is mas, I was diagnosed by a doctor he said I

contracted a cyst, and I had surgery,”

“La why not just operate mbak? If the doctor recommends that?.”

“Ya if you can not surgery is mas.., if I can I can recover with no surgery.”

“Ndak done how mas?”

“Mbak how many times married?” my many.

“Two times mas.”

“There are problems with the first husband yes

I mean the divorce is a problem?”

“Iya mas..”

“Soalya there are other diseases besides the cyst disease, and the disease has to do with the actions of people.”

“Yes mas, my disease is actually 6 years, and I have treated everywhere, but there is no result, still, I am sick, even I never can not move,”

“Try mebak Harni tell me in rather detail, about the affair with the first husband.” I said.

“We divorced because my husband liked to play gambling and made money from my efforts to open a food stall, so I went bankrupt, so I asked for a divorce, but even though my husband was divorced he still liked to try to seduce me, and until I'm going to marry my current husband, my ex-husband threatens me, will make me unhappy, because of remarrying,

Once there was a fireball that hit the teapot to shatter into pieces, I was shocked, thought what it was, and immediately I considered it then, but since then I was sickly.”

“Hm... I see, later I will give fence and house, hopefully the food can not harm anymore, and about the disease later I will give water, drink after waking up, and before going to bed, and about the disease, later do not forget to update on the next developments.”

“Iya thanks mas..” says Harni.

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Harni calls tomorrow,

“Mas this morning I peed a lot of mucus, like pus, and snot, but a lot, is it okay?” ask Harni.

“La now how?”

“Now light and tasty body.”

“May the disease be cured.” I said.

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A week later, Harni called again.

“What's up?” my many.

“Anu mas was there someone came to my house, he said, your fence is from where, I'm sure it's not translucent,”

“Yes I replied, what fence? and he just left, I got scared.”

“Tak nothing, let it go, just try as usual, if there is anything do not forget to tell.” I said, and since then Harni did not tell me anymore.

I came home once to say thank you.

After praying isya’, a man in a leather jacket came to visit, usually I relaxed after praying isya’ sometimes sitting on the terrace, while looking at people passing by.

“What are your needs?” ask the person, after I let sit, who I estimate is 45 years old.

“This sir kyai... I am sick.” said the man named Munawar.

“What pain mas? ” my.

“My pain is yes if said doctor macem-

macem mas, there is a heart, kidneys, asthma, and I have had multiple surgeries.” the man said as he opened his leather jacket and showed the surgical marks, here and there.

“But I have been operated on repeatedly like this but not also cured mas, has ten years can not work, seen from the outside looks healthy, healthy, though I was very sick and often powerless, I was hated by my wife's children, thinking that my disease was I pretend, and the fields have been sold out for treatment.”

“Try lifting her soles,” I said while

looking at her raised footprints and I saw her feet bulging.

“Try her palms see.” I said and I saw her palms also bulging.

“The stomach always feels full huh?”

“Iya mas kyai, my stomach continues to feel full.”

the answer.

Seriate......