
"Dad, Dzakki's coming!" yelled Dzakki chasing Roger's step.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind. And Dzakki's body was like a white sheet of paper that was light to the point of being almost swept away by the wind.
An absurd event certainly.
And immediately Christian realized and chanted the chair verse continuously from a soft voice until unconsciously his voice echoed throughout his big house.
Roger felt a sharp tightness in his breathing. His body limps and slips onto the terrace floor of Christian's house before reaching his car parked in the garage.
"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar!"
Herdilan shouted calling God's asthma.
The incident lasted nearly 20 minutes. And slowly Dzakki's body came back down from the air. Then the wind disappeared.
Mutia who saw the incident with her own eyes could only gape in disbelief.
All just silent in their respective places. Slowly it was only the gazes of their eyes that looked at each other with fear.
"Here, your fingers!"
Christian again focused on dressing a large cut wound in the hands of the wife.
"Roger, be careful on the road!" he shouted in a loud voice after hearing the closed car door.
Herdilan pulled Dzakki's body until the cute boy was in his arms.
"Keep calm, everybody! That person is now beginning to show us his abilities. Remember, don't empty your mind! Keep on remembering God and His Greatness! Be grateful to say hamdalah!"
Herdilan felt his nape coldly hearing Christian's advice.
"So..., Dzakki is getting invisible attacks from others? Wh why? What's wrong Dzakki? Why does that man hate my son, Mas?" ask Herdilan very upset.
"Dzakki asked Kartika's teacher from their grasp, Pi! Dzakki sad and sorry look at the teacher's mother!"
Christian coded that Dzakki's words were the answer, too.
"You know khan now? Why did Roger say your marriage needs sacrifice first if you want to be with Kartika!" christian's words made Herdilan shake his head.
"Of course I wouldn't be willing if it had to take a lot of casualties from my own family! Don't take any chances, Dzakki! Papi won't and won't accept if anything happens to you and our extended family!"
Dzakki is back. Between sadness, fear, and confusion.
To be honest he could have invited to play around with the sent creatures. But apparently, it is not as easy as the shadow as well. Apparently the person who was sentimental and hated his teacher many times sent an attack on him and his family.
"We can't just take this off! We've already gotten into this!" christian in the end.
....
Elsewhere, Papa and Mama Kartika are thrilled to see such a big change in the princess.
Kartika Sari is now starting to be able to move her big toe even though it can not be fully used for walking.
Kartika bones are still very weak and heavy when he forced himself to step.
But his heart began to calm down after three days of treatment there was finally progress. Especially after Dzakki came and massaged his legs.
Now Kartika is confident in the ability of her students who so far she considers only the babble of introverted children.
"Mr...! This is because Dzakki was massaging Tika's legs, Ma!" the excitement made the mother confused.
"Dzakki? Your seven-year-old student?" her mother said somewhat in disbelief.
The cute teacher told me in high spirits. But all the contents of the story almost made the mother even more frightened.
"What are you talking about, son? Black magic, demonic influence? Mean what? Or maybe it was because of that kid?"
"No, Ma! No!"
"Then why after you got close to the boy, did you become like this? Could it be that they are the ones who want to harm you?" the scream of the hysterical mother. He immediately slammed the red apple that was eaten and taken from the fruit parcel given by Dzakki and his parents!"
"Mama misunderstood!" tukas Kartika tried to calm Mama.
Soon Papa Kartika came in and held the base of his Mama's arm which still looked hysterical and wanted to throw fruit parcels and sponge cake into the trash.
"We have to ask for the help of smart people!" his father said to his wife and also his only daughter.
"Rubber!"
Papa and Mama Kartika turned to the owner of the voice that had just arrived and entered the hospital room Kartika.
"Mom Jamilah?!?"
"I played to the house of Bu Fajar, he said Kartika had been treated here for three days. So I'm straight here!" with a voice that sounded contrived.
For some reason, this time Kartika seemed to be able to see that the face of Bu Jamilah her aura hated her very clearly to him.
Even his cynical eyes and speech looked real.
Though yesterday-yesterday Kartika felt that Jamilah was very soft and kind to her. Makes her feel bad and always try to please her by obeying her requests.
"Here, drink the water first, Tik! I got this from a smart guy who I purposely asked for his advice and opinion!"
Prayer water? Smart guy? Did you deliberately ask for advice and opinions? And.. This is my problem, why is he interfering even to the point of being too deep in my opinion!
Mama Kartika opened the lid of a bottle of mineral water that Jamilah gave and then presented to Kartika.
"When you drink it later, Ma!? Tika's flatulence stomach. Just had a glass of water!" push it smooth while pointing an empty glass of water on the nightstand next to his bed.
"But later drink, and spent ya Tik! Don't get involved' you know!? You see, I've been painstakingly asking for prayer water for Tika's healing!" the word bu Jamilah with tone intonation that Kartika does not like.
Now God seems to open his eyes wide, if Jamilah very clearly hate him.
Even the look in her eyes was sharp, though her mouth was sweet and her fingers were massaging her immune-like legs as if she cared about her suffering.
"There's a bad guy who made Kartika like this!" whisper Jamilah to Mama Kartika.
Who is that bad guy? Is that bad guy yourself, Mom?
Kartika could barely contain her emotions and wanted to vent them. But he was detained not to make the business more runyam.
"Mother, Tika was sleepy after taking the medicine earlier. Excuse me... Tika let's sleep for a while?" kartika said trying to say as normal as possible.
Honestly, he was reluctant to chat at length with his best friend's mother because now Kartika already knows.
But considering it is not good to also accuse something to someone without evidence. The ends become slander and will cause other problems later. While the disease itself has not been cured. So Kartika does not want to add new problems that make life complicated.
"Yes, yes! Just sleep, Tik! But try to drink the water you brought earlier! Here, here..drink!"
"When you're still so full, Mom! Thank ye. Tika's gonna drink, koq!"
Kartika tried to smile as sweetly as possible. He tried to close his eyes pretending to be very sleepy in order not to want to keep looking at the face of cursive Ibu Jamilah.
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