Corpse

Victims of Santet (5)

I was treated to a variety of dishes neatly arranged at the dinner table. Miss Risma was worried about me because I was unconscious for two hours. She was worried that this was one of the gimmicks her husband's business competitors were waging to hurt me as well.

"Mom Sarti, let's eat."

"I've bought for the mother food from the outside along with the cutlery, so the mother does not need to feel

worried about the ban from mother religion" said Bu Risma steadily

Hearing this, I felt bad for Risma. He understands and understands the difference between me and him.

"Watch your food before you lose your life. Haha."

I almost choked on hearing the unseen sound coming from the leak. My body felt limp after hearing the threat. I stopped my eating activities. I read the water provided by reading the letters of Al-Fatihah, An-Nas, Al-Falaq and Al-Ikhlas 7x each. Suddenly my head was dizzy after I drank the water I had read earlier. I multiply istighfar and sholawat in heart and verse seats. Slowly my navel disappeared and was normal as usual.

"Does Miss Lastri feel the unseen air in this house?"

"I'm sorry if I ask, because I've noticed that mom's face is very serious. As if something's wrong with this house." The question from Ms. Risma made me stunned, while I was confused as to what to answer.

Miss Risma pulled my hand away from the dining chair. He led me to a room I didn't know whose room it was. After the door opened, by Allah I shivered in fear to see the scene before me.

You know what I saw?

I saw so many supernatural beings in Risma's husband's room. In the eyes of my unseen, Mr. Wito's mouth was sewn with string threads, his legs and hands were covered, his stomach was overlaid with two heads that were detached from his body. Around him a lot of creatures sit, stand and float in every corner of the ceiling of the room. Not to forget, the two leaks that I saw at home were contracted in this room. Mr. Wito's spirit was locked in the closet, he asked for help as we started to get into the room.

"That's how my husband is lastri. Can you help my husband?" mom Risma's teary eyes were staring at me. I wish there was a glimmer of hope I could give her to help her husband.

I took a deep breath trying to find the right words to answer Miss Risma's question.

"Mother, as with others I am just a human being. Just as mother may only be in the eyes of others I have abilities beyond others. My mother's advice is find out who are the competitors of the mother's family business. Then I beg you to ask for forgiveness for Mr. Wito's mistakes and then sell shares on them evenly." I explained at length

"Do I have to do it in such a way, ma'am? We may lose our assets in Bali, it is not impossible that my husband will die too." said Ms. Risma. Here it is seen that she is more willing to keep her husband dying than she has to lose their property. I shook my head slowly, not knowing how humans have been blinded by treasure to forget to love the people closest to them.

"Sorry ma'am, I can't help any further. Because this is not my domain. Sometimes giving up doesn't mean we lose, does it? When we love someone a big sacrifice will look small if we can accept destiny sincerely." I continued smiling

Miss Risma fell down and cried as hard as the burden on her shoulders that she could not shed, she was gone now. After that I just found out that Risma's children no one cares about their parents. Even for the last two years they have never visited Miss Risma and Mr. Wito. They just called to go home after assets in Bali were split evenly before their father died.