Cajaroh

Facing the forest guard towards the cottage kang Salim

Nothing special from Maghrib to Isha. There was only wa from Mr. Yadi, the police who spoke at the mosque yesterday.

" اسلا م علیكم و و

Good night Mr. Rois

There is good news, the identity of the victim died yesterday has been found. Suspect /Actor has also been identified. Currently in search. "

When I read the wa, my wife came and read it.

" Tumben hold HP mas, usually Amir told to bring. "ask Fatimah.

" yes.. I think at times like this, I should always hold Hp. "my answer is flat, there is something I want to convey to my wife. But I'm still doubtful.

"Im...? " i asked gently, trying gently maybe to be exact.

" Yes.why, it's still late afternoon. Children are still on the nderes (read qur an ) "my wife replied spoiled, while playing the fur of my mustache.

" It's still afternoon.. Why is.... ? " my question I put my HP down, I caress my wife's beautiful hair.

" Owh kirain's.... I want to ask for rations. Tumben part does not come out with the patrol ?" ask Fatimah.

" I promise you, tonight's my only time for you my dear." I tried to tease her.

" Dihhh co tweet mas, so drift this me." replied with a smile and hugged me.

" Eeeeh... from the beginning I was a romantic kale,, I wish I didn't feel.. !" my answer.

" Halaaah Romance Apaan, yesterday went a long time also no news at all. I'm kangeeen mas... I didn't touch me at all. Sebel knows....!" yells.

His wife's cherry blossom...!

" Yes sorry, I was wrong... But that doesn't mean I'm sick. Once I get home there's a problem, the body is found. I was asked to testify with the police. The evening continued at the same Mosque of Amir "

I didn't tell you about my meeting and fight with Jin with fire hair.

" I want to say, I have a request from you. Do you mind not getting angry ? " saying.

" Tell me anyway. if you do not ask for polygamy insya Allah I am not angry "excited Fatimah.

Haddewwh....

Is it possible, he really loves me.

Why am I a gini ?

" This is Mah.." I said.

Not done talking, cut my wife.

" Iiih bentar call Im bentar call mah bentar call dear... He wants to call me what a cake is for sure" said Fatimah.

Such is the woman, not aware that she also sometimes calls pah, mas sir is also not clear.

" Yaudah... Gini... Tomorrow you go to Majenang, from there I go to Abah's cottage.you stay in the majenang first. "I sat for a moment.

" For my responsibility as Rois, and to lead the mujahadah. I took a bath at Amir. If as long as we are not home, let mbak surti and Amir stay in our house only.

We think of Amir as our son. Sales business we hand over mbak surti. Let at once for the operation of njai and mujahadah activities. What do you think ? Agree or not ? " tanyaku.

" Yes no papa... For our good. All Amir buy hp, which is cheap. You can make communication if there is anything. I'm afraid I'll call no mas, I'm not home. Hp was abandoned by Amir... If I miss it, what ? " answered Fatimah.

" Yo don't, just let the amir take this HP, I'll look for it again. If there is an order no how will it be...? " answer me

" Oh yes yes, " he said.

" Mang Mas has money to buy HP ? " ask Fatimah.

" There's a... But later the fare to the majenang and to the cabin Abah, you are the one who is responsible ?" my answer.

" Same a lie, what will be in the majenang just ask to be bought by mr mas !" fatimah.

" Ao ogah.. Shame on... Cook your son-in-law without any capital at all. Mending don't bring Hp no papa" I refused.

" No papa mas, your love capital is more than enough really." replied my wife flirty.

" Tuh will start fishing. btw children dah on home yet salaried. If Amir still tell you all, besuk make sure to keep the house with his mother." I asked Fatimah.

" Alaaa is just an excuse, want to know it's lonely not yet... ?" chirp my wife, who made a beautiful and fragrant evening. Yes, it is. almost a month not in the inner love of living.

" It's mas... Children have finished with Amir. Amir I told you too. Now he has also returned home. "reported Fatimah.

My wife's story is like a report to the boss.

" Owh yaudah, thank you" I replied flatly with a smile.

" just doang ? " ask Fatimah.

" How do you want" I replied.

" iii.... That's so mean, bummer. Do you wear perfume, too ? " the Fatimah protest.

" Owh... Yes, that doesn't need to be talked about....! In that case the principle is a little talk a lot of work !" I answered while laughing.

" Aaaaa mas ni canan if nggodain chick.. beware if applied to another yes... !" exclaimed my wife.

" Yes, no dear, just one Fatimah I love. Can you be honest.... ?" my many.

" What....?" ask Fatimah.

" I just found out that now in each of us there is love. We're in love, aren't we ?" my fanc.

My wife was stunned for a moment.

Then lay down by my side, and looked at me.

" Fatimah does not know when exactly Fatimah began to love you. What a wonderful Abah, huh..? Married us, who previously had no love for each other. But it turns out I found a match in Yasin's self. At first I thought I was just a parent and a teacher. When you want to be married to you mas." he said.

My wife has the same thoughts as me. It's not about the face or the body.

But I found a lot of compatibility with Fatimah. Maybe this is one of his characters.

" Ehmm means the first night, if I force you. You must be tormented, huh ?" cut me.

" Iih kok nginget nginget... At that time I was just scared. Afraid that you can't love me. But if you mean I'm also afraid of sin if I don't. I don't know when it's confused, although instinctively there is also Lust. Facially mas is also quite handsome, hehehe. " replied Fatimah.

" Yes I am like that too. That's probably our match "return me.

" I can barely stand it, being in a room with a sweet girl. Just two and can be treated. Not good at that time we did not do anything." I said.

My wife hugged me, very tight.

An aura of happiness was on his face.

" Mass..." Fatimah sulked

" What else, dear... ? " answer.

" Will I just have a chat...?" ask Fatimah.

" Oh, baby, this is an expression of love. Anyway tonight my time is only for you." I said.

" Is it time only ?" ask again.

" All that is. I am totally for you "I replied.

" Yakiin is.... ? Later I give you another sign, in a place that looks can not...? let it be found out there's his wife. "ask him.

" Any wish you'd be full too." I smiled.

Next Readers imagine for themselves guess how.

...

I woke up to see it was 4:45

My wife woke up first, didn't wake up at dawn..

I hurriedly entered the bathroom to take a big shower of course continued to pray at dawn. It turned out that the bathroom my wife had just taken a shower.

" It's still a long time, I haven't been dawn" I said.

" Bentaar... I just got in too. Same bad luck, " replied Fatimah.

Ahhh my wife is getting vulgar

" Yes, yes, to go to his majenang early in the morning." I said.

" Gak ah. if morning mas must immediately mo go. Nginep was there last night...! " Bondage.

" Yaaa "my answer is resigned.

....

The dawn prayer.

" Want to drink coffee or milk mas "ask Fatimah.

" Just coffee, all the time." Not finished talking, my cheek was picked on by my wife.

" Can't say that." protested.

Yes yes too.

There's something to say no problem. But if it's done it's a problem.....!!!

But if that, done (if with the pairs ) no problem. But if it is said it can be a problem.hehehe...!

Once I made banana fried parnir with cheese and milk !" said

" Say I can't say that ? " my god with a smile.

" This is real milk, whispered slowly while nyubit." he said.

I sniffed, while commenting.

" It hurts.... Oh, if last night was a fake, huh... ?" ngkakak.

Maybe so early, my wife hit me.

" sebbbbeeelllll "germutu.ih

tok tok...

The sound of people knocking on the door.

" Ashalaamu ' aleikum.."

" Kok rich sound mbak surti his mother Amir, bukain tuh.." I asked Fatimah.

" Wa ' alaikummussalam. "we replied shortly after silence.

Because of shock, until it is too late to answer greetings

" Owh mbak Surti mbak." my wife let mbak surti come in and be allowed to sit.

" Makein drink dong ma'am" I asked Fatimah.

If in front of people you call him ma'am, if both are free, hehehe.

" What's up in the morning ? " tanyaku.

" this sir, said Amir later told to guard the house here, indeed the father of the same mother would follow where ?" answer mbak surti.

" Owh. yes mbak, I'm the same wife wants to go to Majenang later. So the business of stalls and villages, I handed over mbak surti and his son. Yes even though Amir I considered his own son. But the more entitled mbak surti." I said.

"Owhh yes no papa sir, la there is kerso what pack to majenang ?" ask mbak Surti.

My wife arrived with a drink.

" What's wrong, just this my wife will be pregnant young, let's rest first. pregnant young is still risky" I replied.

" Owalaaaahhhh pregnant women to, finally njih sir, alkamndulillah.." said Mbak Surti.

That's how the Javanese version of speech says, yes must be understood.

Surti went home, after drinking.

"Im ... how many months is she pregnant... ?" my many.

" it's only been 1.5 months.

Yesterday the inget all checked to the midwife, it turned out to be positive " replied Fatimah

" Thank God, we will finally be blessed with a baby, the fruit of our love, my love" I said.

" Yes, "the answer is short.

We leave in the morning, nginep no papa, besides I am still missing. If you are sorry for this baby.

I said while kissing my wife's stomach.

I've arrived at the Terminal looking for a bus.

There have been many prospective passengers, full lg. I'm a comfortable car seat for both.

Long story short I was at my in-laws' house. We were greeted like distant guests, indeed since my wife came with me to Jogja just this time home.yes it was only 6 months later.

As soon as in the guest room my mother-in-law lgsg look at my wife's stomach.

" your stomach is still flat" asked my mother-in-law, my wife, a smile.

" Yes, but it has filled 1.5 months yung." replied Fatimah.

" Thank God...! " calling my mother-in-law.

Owh turns out my in-laws already want to nimang the granddaughter of the princess only wayangnya.

maybe he was late to have a child.

Given the age of Fatimah and her mother is far from being an only child.

I also told the maxut and my goal was to leave my wife. My father and mother-in-law don't mind, even happy. But I was asked to stay a few days there.

I couldn't fulfill his wish. I could only catch up last night. I went straight to Abah's cabin .

My wife and I took a break in the "bride" room where the plg was historic for both of us.

When my wife reminded me of the first night, it was just a smile.

...

At last.

After staying last night I said goodbye to my two in-laws and my wife of course. My wife looks glassy, I'm trying hard. My father-in-law gave me a ring.

" Wear son.... This is not Shirk, but God gave an advantage to this ring

If the aura is negative, this ring can be an indicator. " Said my father-in-law.

" Njih sir." I replied.

I kissed my mother-in-law's hand, and of course my wife I hugged and kissed.

" Patience pray I quickly return" I said to Fatimah.

I stepped away leaving them.

Actually last night I've got the "Sharoh" whereabouts of kang Salim in the ciamis area. soon I headed there. without knowing my wife, the year I went to the cabin Abah.

Not too difficult to find the area that is forced, it's just that to reach the cottage must be jln feet, even though the distance is still 3km more. It was almost maghrib again. It still passes through the forest less than 2km.

Aduuh.. mana forgot not so buy HP, I have to bring lighting. mumung has not entered the forest must buy a flashlight.

Yes understand in the corners there are old flashlights, use stone batteries nothing.

But mending looking for mushola maghrib first, fear of not meeting the mosque or mushola later.

After my maghrib straight up to the forest, follow the path straight later in the middle of the forest there is lighting that is the hut/padepokan kang Salim. That's all I've received and that's information from the citizens.

Owh turned out to be a Salim kang in addition to teaching naji quran, also learning pencak silat and science wisdom.

Yes, his talent has always been there.

What am I a talent ?

not clear naji kitap nanggung, njai quran nanggung pencak silat nanggung.

the best thing is only the tongue.

( 😀😀😀)

But not what God must love his servant advantages.

Starting to sound the howl of the coyote, means the debt is near. Sayup Sayup heard a voice distilled gurgling. Flute typical sundanese, but cook on the edge of the forest...? Keep smelling jasmine, ah maybe there is a jasmine tree here. But this is hio's smell...? (chinese midi-shaped pen)

just biarin.

Arrive arrive.

The in-law ring feels warm. As if to move my hand gently and slowly, I followed the tremors.

my hands moved slowly, I followed the shakes, and I followed the movements of my hands, my eyes staring at the figure of a very large Snake.

I prepared the Golok I brought.

keep watch if the snake attacks.

the actual or so-called snake is not clear as well. Anyway approached I was bacok.it turns out that the snake suddenly attacked me. I still jumped in on a coprol.

But it had not stood up yet that the snake attacked again. I can't possibly dodge while my position isn't perfectly standing. No other unsheathed machete that I have prepared to point at the head of the snake. creepp... translucent in the head of the snake and the snake died....!

Suddenly the body of the snake became faint and then disappeared. Put my batteries in the direction of the former snake's head.

My joke's gone..

a voice came towards me.

My reflection is still on the way, I can handle it with a flashlight battery..

ssssree..... Sounds faster than earlier.

And there's only one hand that can make a fend

And creesss

it scratched my hand, a small wound to a man.

I am more alert again pairs horses with both hands crossed in front. right foot back slightly left foot bent forward.

But suddenly cut the scratch of the object like numbness, long ago widened and finally I collapsed.

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