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Meet Arum

Is there maybe two names Sekar Arum in Klaci. Aah but that face...???

And why is he so nervous ?

Is it true that Arum who was once present in my life, was ever present in the life of Ahmad Sidiq aka Zain aka Yasin.

The boy's name....?

His first name ???

If that really means....?

Sidiq Sekartaji is my biological son...???

If so, what kind of man am I ???

What if my wife Fatimah knew ????

What will happen later...???

" Can't you hold on ? " tanyaku.

I tried to say hello to the boy.

But the boy seemed doubtful.

I looked at his face, pardon me.

Look at those eyes, and that nose is mine.

Only his face shape is a bit oval like Arum's mother.

" Sidiq... asked Yasin kok diem only ? " said mr. Satro.

" Oh, who's this cake ? " ask Sidiq.

" He's a grandpa guest, won't he be carried ? Maybe it's kangen his son eeh not want to have a boy like Sidiq.."

Mr. Sastro tried to persuade the boy, thankfully Mr. Sastro knew me better as Yasin.

Had he remembered the name Asliku was Ahmad Sidiq it might have been another story.

" yes, I already have a child ? "

" It's been. ee but it's still in the stomach, not yet born "my answer is spontaneous.

You're my son, I'm your biological father. What an irresponsible father...!!!

" Here to talk about my pocket, huh ? "

" Oh Yasin where is the house ? "

" Owh om Yasin his house far away son, would not Sidiq the same photo om Yasin ? "

" Want to om, Sidiq will ask for a picture...! "

" May I print it out tomorrow "

" Don't be sent to my mom "

This kid is smart too.

How to avoid it...?

" Owh ya gini only, om sent to hp grandfather, let grandfather sent to hp mamah Sidiq ya "

The boy nodded.

I don't know how many times I took a picture of the boy. And two photos in my lap.

Then the photo of the boy itself, I sent to Mr. Sastro's phone.

" Look at Sidiq kek, borrow his hp.

The boy approached Mr. Sastro to see his picture.

" What is the same about nothing ? "

" There's already a lot of Sidiq's photos there..."

"Sidiq pingin with om, want Sidiq see mamah sidiq..."

" What do you do, son ? A photo of Sidiq "

I said I was worried that Arum would recognize who I really was.

" Sidiq already... have you been given many photos of the same om ? "

" Don't want cake..... Sidiq pingin rich temen Sidiq, on the bench of his father.. Sidiq only has Om and no papa. "

The boy whined.

" I'm sorry, my granddaughter is naughty ! " Excited sir Sastro.

"Father sir let me love, pity his son "I replied.

I don't feel my tears dripping.

I felt very guilty about the boy.

" Well, Yasin is really feeling, right ? how to shed tears ? " It's a good thing Mr. Sastro thinks so.

" i can't bear to see a child crying sir, this I've sent a picture of "

I heard I looked at Adzan Isya.

" Let's pack us to the mushola first before leaving for the tomb ! "

" Mas Yasin first, I'll wait for the boy's mother first. "

" Oh yes sir, I will wait at the mosque only sir. "

Actually, I want to invite Sidiq, but instead afraid that I will have to go back to this house to see his mother. If I make a sound, he will memorize my voice.

I kissed the boy, and he chests when I step into the mushola.

My heart is sad as if slashed.

It turns out that Arum did not miscarry, but was evacuated here.

I couldn't focus on my purpose here.

O Allah strengthen your servant.

Forgive all my sins and the sins of the child's mother.

My sins of the past, which have hurt so many people.

To the torment of an innocent child.

May the child not bear the burden of my sins in the past.

After praying, I prayed to Allah...

O God, I want to take care of that child, without hurting my wife.

O Allah, I do not know how, But I know that you are All-Knowing.

I surrender to You, O God

The All-knowing

Strengthen me, O God, guard my heart.

O dzat who can turn my heart back...

Everything that happens is of your will

So I leave all my business to you

O God of all knowledge.

You know what this servant - You begs - You

Please grant my prayer, God.

Aami...

I'm waiting for Mr. Sastro to show up, while the mushola is deserted.

Should I go to her house ?

I chose to wait, arriving sir Castro appeared.

" Sorry mas, my grandson just slept, his mother td tlp, came home a little night.reception school friends" said Mr. Sastro.

" no papa sir, not too hunted. O yes, there are already people here who are victims sir ? " tanyaku.

" well already 3 people, so that the night gini so quiet. not on dare to come out." said Mr. Sastro.

" Hah kept Sidiq's mother earlier, ? " tanyaku.

" Later out to the tomb I picked up, just decket really." said Mr. Sastro.

" Owh sukurlah, think how many people dare to come out mlm sir ? If you ever need help from personnel ? " tanyaku.

" This arrangement is only 3 people including me" said Mr. Sastro.

" Jaudah we're leaving sir, not far away ? " tanyaku.

" Not only 300m from here" he replied.

"Judah we are breaking up sir." I said.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the cemetery. After plunging the tomb in maxut, Mr. Sastro pamit home.

" Kira guess what time it is ? I'll pick up "ask Mr. Sastro.

" No, sir, I'll have feet. You don't know until what time it is ! " said.

" Oh yes already, I jln used to be "part sir Sastro.

I say hello to the gravedigger there.

then approach the tomb.

" Assalamu 'alaikum yaa Ruhi. bin. (name & bin )."

special greeting to the one who is frowned upon.

Then recitation of prayer prayers from the other Quran.

I waited for a moment, this tomb is not yet 40hri.

Moments later..

I say hello to that buried soul.

" Aalaikum ya ruhi. bin.ila endihi.."

I repeat it again...

only after 3 x came a soft answer...!

" wa 'alaikummussalaam's...

help me...! " ahlal qubur voice.

The sound of the voice in the grave was soft...!

"What happened to you, ? " tanyaku.

" Sukmaku is entangled and cannot escape, help me...! " he said begging to be invisible.

" Just what....? " tanyaku.

" There are many warriors and their leaders are escorted by Tigers and Dragons...!" the answer.

Dalang Anyi Anyi...my inner...???

" What's the reason they're holding you back ? " anyaku continued.

" everyone who died in his territory, he currently controls, except the area fenced by 40 people 40 days and 40 nights

Or someone hit gong simo ludro. ! " answer.

" There is no other way, 40hr was long hunted many other victims.." I asked.

" Nothing except....?!? " his voice was cut off.

" Except what ? " press me.

" Unless anyone mixes Queen's blood and brahmin's blood ? " answer.

" What is the max....? " tanyaku.

" You search for yourself I can't say, my time is up "he replied. The voice was gone communication was cut off.

Gong simo ludro, as the impeachment says. Mixing the queen's blood and brahmin's blood who is she ? "

I thought for a long time, and then I tried to pick up another dimensional opening stone.

I concentrated on imagining the mastermind Anyi Anyi.

A moment later I was sucked into the stone. And arrived to be in a very foreign area. Even from the use was foreign, similar to the royal era people were bitter in the film or story.

And I can see that without being seen by them.

I listen to their stories.

" Kanjeng sunan Bonang new Nabuh gamelan" said one resident.

Excited one of the residents, and all ran somewhere. I followed them, to a crowd. And I'm in that crowd.

Seemed someone who was beating gamelan, and his voice was so melodious.

Alunan tembang tembang java.

Maybe this is called tembang macapat. I watched until the show was over. Even after the end of the show and the people who didn't see me came home. I stayed there, intrigued by the gamelan. What is he called sunan bonang ?

Until I finally stayed alone observing the person.

" Why are you here ? go back to your time. I'll leave this bonang later, there'll be time you find it. I gave the name of this bonang "Gong Simo ludrro" said the robed man.

" What is Kanjeng Sunan Bonang ? " tanyaku.

" Yes... Your lake is almost like the practice of muritku Sahid, let it be made by sahid or kalijaga who guides you "he said.

" Sorry kanjeng Sunan, may I know the words of Simo Ludro's gong ? so lbh easy to find it later "my door.

Then he took something out of the pocket of his robe and took out a small gamelan-like object that could be grasped.

" Hold then hold the rope and read sholawat. This is the healer, if you hit it will come out Auman simo (Tiger ). That will help your work later to expel the goadaan jin. This is the wood of the bearer "said bliau.

" You've come home now, don't leave your house (maximum body) long ago" he said.

Suddenly I woke up from a dream.

Back in the middle of the tomb.

I intend to get out of the tomb, suddenly popping various types of astral figures.Maybe hundreds of numbers that appear around me.

" Help us shackled this help us..help us..! " crowd voice for help.

The atmosphere became boisterous by the sound of the voice of the astral being.

" Couldn't be right now, step aside... ! " said.

" We can't stand it...! " say them.

Their voices are simple.

I can't possibly fight back.They're too many.

Suddenly remember when I was in another dimension, the gong healer I brought.

but the gong ?

I looked at the gong healer, alawasul hidyah fatihah to his kanjeng Sunan Bonang.

Somehow my hand shook then moved around. brandishing the gong. And gave off a strong whirring sound.

make that creature stay away from me.

Alhamdulillahot.

I also remember the advice of Kanjeng sunan Bonang. Will be guided by kanjeng sunan kalijaga.

Aah I had to pay a lot of attention to him and when the mujahadah besuk practice the hizib as well.

I see it's still 9:30 feeling it's been a long time. Owh yes it may be the difference between the nature of the body and the nature of the soul, Wallahu a'lam bishowab.

I'm back at Mr. Sastro's house. After sending the lbh message first.

" I'm done sir, on my way to the genengan's house ! " chat me to Mr. Satro.

" Yes I picked up mas.." chat answered.

Castro arrived shortly afterwards.

" Some residents are waiting at the mas house, about 5 people are waiting for news" he said.

" Oh yes sir...! " let's go home.

Arriving at Mr. Sastro's house, I beg you to clean yourself first at the ablution place.

" How about Yasin, Oiya drink coffee first, do not use sugar right ? " said mr. Sastro.

" Yes sir." I replied.

Then one of my friends asked.

" We citizens here no one dared to come out tonight.This is also we ventured. Because it has been helped cook all the cuddle." he said.

" Don't father sir, who should try to find 40 people to do Mujahadah every night, and read the prayer of the heart of the reinforcements "I said.

" That's the laden mas ? " ask mr. Sastro.

" It's just for prevention, protect the hamlet here. A wide-ranging problem, not yet resolved.." I replied.

"The house is in the morning, right ? " said Mr. Sastro who resuscitated me if only picked up.

Not bring your own motor. Because I thought it would be until the early hours of the morning, it was a plan to stay.

Suddenly I heard the cry of the boy, which shocked me. like the voice of Sidiq...? my inner.

" How about mas ? My son and I sleep here. It was too late last night, Sidiq had fallen asleep. Don't have the heart to wake up...! ? " said mr. Sastro.

" Yes no papa sir, I will take a break in Mushola only." I said.

" Don't mas, there is still one more room here, although not large " replied Mr. Sastro.

I was silent because I was confused, if there was no Sidiq and his mother had no problem staying here.

" Yes sir, I used to stay up all night about sleeping wherever it was not a problem for me" I said.

Then we continued the conversation around the implementation of the mujahadah. Until about 00, it seems to have been sleepy, there was even one citizen who had fallen asleep.

" Heh ayu wake up we just go home, it's morning "take a citizen.

" Mbah came home a long time ago already sleepy." they said.

" Yes "Reply answered mr. Castro.

" Let's get Yasin to show me a room to rest" said Mr. Sastro.

" yes sir "my answer is short.

I was escorted to a room in a large bag, near the kitchen. Small indeed and only clad in wooden boards all the rooms in the house. Hmm ancient model house with ancient place setting as well.

Adem indeed, air circulation smoothly. But privacy is less awake. What else is the room divider from the wooden board that has begun to have holes.

" this is the mas room, small tp enough for one person." said Mr. Sastro.

" Thank you, "I replied.

" Please rest mas" said Mr. Sastro.

" yes sir, " I said.

I'm laying down my body, because it's cape too. I slept for not long.

The sound of the Adhan from the mushola woke me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom.

After removing the hadas, I took the water and entered the dressing room that I had prepared. Do not forget to bring a prayer mat ready to go to Mushola.

When I step out of the room.

Passing with "Mother's prints" who's carrying her son.

We were just as shocked, and silent to each other. And it was Sidiq who greeted me.

" Want to pray, om yasin ? " sidiq said.

" eh baby, Sidiq is awake ? "

I asked spontaneously to call the child affectionate. I couldn't say more, just a nodding smile like saluting his mother.

Just fixated on silence, I hurriedly stepped away from them.

My prayers became more and more fervent, remembering all the problems I faced.

Especially before going to the mosque.

After dzikir I prayed with the same prayer as last night I said :

...O God, I want to take care of that child, without hurting my wife....

...O Allah, I do not know how, But I know if you are all-knowing....

...I surrender to You, O God...

...The All-knowing...

...Strengthen me, O God, take care of my heart....

...O dzat who can turn my heart back....

...Everything that happens is of your will...

...So I leave all my business to You...

...Oh Allah is All-Knowing....

...You know what this servant - You begs - You...

...Please grant my prayers, God....

...Aami....

I did not come out of the mosque, even though I had finished praying.

I remember what happened at Salim's place. The night I was harmed by Japra..

..........

My eyes almost glared at the figure of this one.

Not because of the horror, but this figure is a figure I once knew.

The one who once filled my life, the one I've hurt too.

The figure resembles Arum.

My blood stopped circulating, my heart didn't beat.

I really played with my psycologist.

I can't believe it was him, but my eyes saw it. There was a great fight between logic and feeling.

Aaah this is my weakest side, currently under attack.

Mending faced 100 Sosro sukmo rather than kayak gini.

I am so calm on the ground, my feet are limp, unable to stand up.

That figure....?

That figure is getting closer, getting closer to me. has almost exceeded the limit of the reeds that I cannot pass.

I try to use my logic, this is not Arum.

And suddenly my shoulder felt like it was being touched.

" You can make Arum suffer.

That voice... I know very well no. This isn't him.

" After what you did to me, after you took away my chastity after you hamili me, you left me, you're saying to me you still don't want to admit me.

" No, it's not my fault.

I never intended to leave you... I came to your house twice.

and twice also I almost died in the hands of people close to you...! "

I screamed emotion.

...........

Is that Isyaroh too, that Arum did not abort his body ?

O Allah, Your Servant is heavy to feel this temptation.

Without Your help and guidance, there is no way that this Servant of yours can face..

Not felt, the day began to light even though the sun was not yet visible

I rushed out of the pingin mushola as soon as I got home.

" How long did he pray ? I was waiting behind the shoeft mas Yasin. But the power is very good, if I go home first" said Mr. Sastro.

" No sir, actually just overslept when praying, jd long." I said.

" Want to sleep again please mas, if you are still sleepy" said Mr. Sastro.

" Oh no sir, I want to go home soon sir, there is still an agreement later sir !?! " answer.

" Yes then, drink the same breakfast first, want to drink what ? " ask mr. Sastro.

" Don't have breakfast sir, if you don't drink papa deh sir, what could be "I said.

" Yes, I didn't tell you to make tea. Wait a minute, " said Mr. Sastro.

Mr. Sastro went into the kitchen for a while, and came back to the front. But not sitting with me but out carrying the keys, saying

" Wait bentar mas, at least 5 minutes find a snack for nemenin ngeteh" said Mr. Sastro.

" No sir, just talk here sir...! " me door.

" Bentar really, 5 min only mas" said Mr. Sastro.

The thing I'm afraid of is that Sidiq's mother will bring the drink forward.

How should I behave ?

And my worries came true.

He Arum brought the drink, I was wrong to dare not stare.

I knew the drinks were in front of me.

" Please drink it.." he said flatly.

Does he not realize who I am yet !?!

my whisper in my heart.

But I was surprised by the next sentence.

" Last night I hesitated, because my lek called your name Yasin, but that was before you went to the mosque. I'm sure you're my son's father. Sekartaji Sidiq. Know why I gave you that name ?

The name has meaning, though,

Mas Sidiq is Sekar Arum Tagih Janji, I shortened it to Sidiq Sekartaji. " said Arum.

My tears are unstoppable...

" I'm sorry... Arum...! "

My voice was barely able to speak anymore.

" I know I was wrong, but I came to your house."

my words are not finished immediately cut off Arum.

" I also know you came I also know you were beaten... I know you're sick until you bleed blood. But the pain you feel is nothing like the pain I've been through.

Your pain how many months it healed, I have many years even now still feel pain....!!! "

...Which pain....???...

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