Arti 'E

Mystery of I bag. II

We saw Arfa walking into Irwan's room, both of Irwan's parents next to me looked very worried, though I could feel they were putting a wish on Arfa.

Darisini Arfa was seen standing next to Irwan who was still lying, he remained standing there. Apparently he raised both hands as if he was about to pray and stayed in that position for quite a while. I couldn't see what he was muttering, because all he saw was a part of his back.

Even Irwan's parents beside me prayed in their style. Seeing this I was a little worried and decided to go inside.

As soon as I got in there, Arfa started moving. Still standing in the starting position, he blew both palms three times and then rubbed the two together. Then I moved closer, Arfa with her right hand grabbed Irwan's head and rubbed it, almost the same movement as the previous incident.

" Oh!!! "

Buzzing again...

My ears..

This time it felt heavier, I even curled up and tried to cover both ears with my hands. Something like forcing my way into my body and pulling my soul out by force. I really feel my soul being pulled out of my human body.

"This...??"

As soon as I realized, I was in the same place when I first came.

Gharib World.

The atmosphere is slightly different, if I used to enter the dominant color in this room is gray and red. This time increased shades of white combined to light our room on foot.

Freaky...

I couldn't move, I just saw the same woman, she was still holding the black bird's head in her hand and the little knife in the other hand.

Expressionless, the female figure looked towards Arfa who was in front of her. They look at each other and like communicating with each other even though from here they only seem to stand still.

Suddenly, the figure of the woman darted rapidly towards Arfa, with the same swift response Arfa dispelled the creature with just one hand. The creature was bounced back, he was still floating above Irwan's body which was still wrapped in a shroud. It seemed like he did not have the awareness like before.

The figure again tried to hit Arfa, he tried it from various sides. From front, left, right, back, up. All in vain, Arfa looks very relaxed to hit it with just one hand the same repeatedly.

The creature floated around us, this time his expression changed and he sounded as if he was growling.

From above, he lunged strongly in the same direction over and over again. On one occasion, when the creature moved quickly and Arfa could guess which way it would hit, Arfa first moved his left hand preparing to dispel the next lunge. But this time, the creature managed to stick a small knife on the palm of Arfa. The knife was small, but more than enough to pierce his hand.

Under such circumstances, Arfa moved to pull the creature to him only from the strength of the left hand that had been pierced by a knife. In the next movement, Arfa's right hand grabbed the astral creature's neck and gripped it firmly.

The astral creature thrashed, but his hand did not release the knife that stuck in Arfa's hand, but Arfa pulled the left hand tighter, so that the creature was carried closer. Arfa's right hand grip did not come off, firmly attached to the creature's neck, while the other hand was still holding the black bird's head.

From where I stood, I could only see Arfa's back and not with her face so I didn't know what expression she was putting out. Come to think of it from the beginning Arfa just stood there without moving a single step, even when he dispelled the attack of the creature he only moved one hand periodically.

In a state of thrashing, from the grip of Arfa's right hand on the neck of the creature suddenly released gray smoke, just like smoke when there is a fire that burns something. The smoke became more visible, and a second later

"Wuussshhh"

The blazing fire burned the astral creature, at a glance I could see that the origin of the fire arose from the clutches of Arfa and then spread and enlarged.

"Ggrrrraaaaaaaahh"

The creature shouted, struggling even louder. Arfa did not silence him, he again pulled his left hand so that he did not fly away.

A pity...

The creature was smart enough to let go of his right hand which was grasping the small knife. Arfa can now move his left hand freely, even though the palm is still holding a knife.

Thanks to him the creature managed to release the grip of Arfa's right hand and he floated away from Arfa, the body of the figure was still burning fire that had previously appeared.

"Rrraaaaaaaaa..."

The creature shouted, there was a wind that was rushing down the line along with his screams. I who could not move spontaneously closed my eyes.

The wind was no longer felt, subsided and disappeared. I opened my eyes, and only Arfa was still standing there. His left hand was still pierced by a knife and did not come off.

That creature..

Where's she...

I tried to focus my vision at every affordable angle, he was nowhere. Did Arfa defeat him?

Even in the supernatural world, my heartbeat can be this fast. I can even feel it from the outside.

When my focus returned to Arfa who was already beside Irwan, his right hand grabbed Irwan's body wrapped in white cloth. The movements were quite slow looking like he was very careful of something. He placed his right hand smoothly on the part of Irwan's body that he could reach, and

"Brrrwwwwwwuuussshh"

'Arfa, what are you doing?' I thought in my heart.

Then a breeze appeared from the direction of the two of them. This time I've regained a bit of consciousness and started to move my body. With my right hand, I tried to ward off this wind so I wouldn't have to close my eyes like before.

The flames grew bigger, I did not feel the heat but my heart was pounding in fear. The fire burned Irwan's body, spread to where he lay, then grew bigger and the fire finally managed to swallow my two friends who were there. It did not stop, the fire was still burning and growing and leading to me. With this intensity of fire I'm sure humans will be exposed to high-level burns and die. If this was a fire, then a fire of this size would definitely devour this house and its neighbors easily.

As the fire grew and turned towards me, I tried to protect myself foolishly, and in an instant I felt that Risa was suddenly in front of me and trying to protect me.

On the next occasion, I'm back in my human body. Arfa was in front of me and had just finished rubbing Irwan's face, his right hand stopped as soon as he finished.

My heart rate is still not dropping, everything that just happened is still imprinting inside me. The mental effect I still experience to this day.

"Don't I tell you not to come in?"

Arfa sidestepped her body and asked me that with the poker face she had, only, colder.

"Ohuk... uhukk.."

Coughing sound...

Irving...

Is he conscious?

We looked at Irwan's face and it didn't seem like anything happened. However, yet... I can realize that Irwan is currently just a normal sleep. He had at least been detached from the disturbance he had experienced before.

Arfa walked past me without speaking to me. I spontaneously followed him from behind.

"It's over, Mas Arfa?"

The shocked expressions of Father and Mother Irwan were wondering towards us.

"For the moment"

Whahuh? What does that mean for now, Arfa?.

"You go in, pray, and wipe our son's face, then come out and you say you're done for now?"

The father of Irwan slightly raised his tone to Arfa. He simply blinked and looked back at the eyes of his interlocutor.

"I'm telling you for now, at least maybe he'll wake up in the near future"

"Don't joke with you!!!"

The tone of voice was higher than Irwan's father and this time he had already grabbed the uniform collar that Arfa was wearing. Casually, he just blinked and sighed.

"Mah...."

"Well..."

Irwan's shrill voice from inside shocked us, no, not because of the loudness of the sound. But because it came from Irwan which made the three of us stunned for a while. Both of his parents ran into the room.

Arfa stood there and watched what was going on. So happy that the two parents were shedding tears, the Father was seen hugging his son who had just risen from a long sleep.

While the mother came back out and ran small towards Arfa, without pause she grabbed her right hand and intended to kiss it as a form of respect. Faster, Arfa pulled that right hand and moved back one step.

"It doesn't have to be like that, Mother"

Both of the mother's hands were still wiping away the tears that were starting to flow.

"Irwan just woke up, you better give him some water to drink"

Nodding, the mother turned her body about to do what Arfa suggested. As soon as he started walking, Arfa called back:

"Mother, I'll take the session"

The mother still held back the cries and nodded her head in agreement. Then he rushed behind us to get some water.

After which, Arfa walked out towards the living room. I followed him from behind.

"July, can you please take and bring a black plastic pitcher and offerings?"

I from behind without giving any signal, agreed and took the plastic containing the previous offerings.