Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman

Chaps30. Santet

Lirih sounded a heart-wrenching moan Fahmi. Lengthened weakly above the bed, holding solace all over the body. His soul screamed so intensely, no longer able to endure all the pain that whipped. He wanted to die, but God didn't send an angel to pick him up. Just a cry full of despair, continued to be heard from his increasingly raucous voice and almost disappeared.

His eyes stared pushyly at the ceiling of the room, with endless streams of clear flowing down his filling cheeks. To endure all the pain that torments the body and soul.

It had been a month more Fahmi withstood the agonizing pain. Various ways and treatments have been undertaken, but all seemed to be in vain, no disease can be detected by medical examination. Several times he underwent non-medical treatment, but strangely, the pain would always return after one night disappeared. As if to continue to torture until the end of age. 

Some kyai say that Fahmi was hit by witchcraft/weaving, but they also do not know what kind of witchcraft that attacked him and how to overcome it. The only way is to keep praying, to ask the Almighty to immediately lift his illness.

His head was throbbing unbearable pain. The pain alternated invading all parts of his body nonstop. Like pierced and sliced, but not broken.

The body is thin and dry, because since the illness he began to have no appetite for food. Her hair, which was once thick black, has now fallen out to almost baldness.

Thunder painstakingly wiped his cousin's body with the water he had recited prayers. Carefully he put the wet towel on and rubbed Fahmi's pale skin.

"Sa-sickness, Mas ..," Fahmi groaned as the wet object touched his skin.

"Hold a minute. Mas, it will be slower again," said Guntur while holding back his tears so as not to fall. "Acollins ...."

"Astagfirullahaladzim ..," Fahmi cried.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

The sound of the bedroom door knocking. Thunder immediately rose to open the door he had deliberately locked from the inside.

It was seen that Trisnya and Heru had been standing at the door. The thunder immediately allowed them to enter.

"Sorry, Fahmi. I just came" said as he sat next to Fahmi.

Fahmi only looked expectantly at Trisnya who started to check on her condition. The girl closed her eyes while touching some parts of Fahmi's body that hurt.

In his inner vision, Trisnya saw the magical wounds lodged in Fahmi's body. Incision wounds that still shed fresh blood, puncture wounds that are so deep that they penetrate the organs in his body, to some parts of his body that look like they are torn apart by sharp tooth bites.

His Tris eyes widened after witnessing that. "Just let him get like this. What cruel man can this painfully torture your servant, Lord?" her inner Tris as she stared at Fahmi.

"How can you not get rid of all this, Mom?" trisnya asked Guntur and Heru as he stepped onto the balcony, and was followed by the two.

"Don't drive away, even when the attack came I didn't realize it! The pain is always suddenly present for no reason. I can't trace who sent it, Dek!" it was clearly Thunder who was walking beside his Tris.

"I have also meruqyah Mas Fahmi several times, but it will only work for one night. The next morning he will be in pain again, and it keeps repeating" Heru said.

"How can you be aware of the presence of the attack, if you focus only on the culprit! This Santet was sent from a very far place, it's difficult for us to track" Trisnya said.

"What should we do? It's the first time I've dealt directly with a so-called witch. Usually Mas Jagad who handles patients with such disorders," explained Heru.

Thunder just kept quiet, he preferred to turn around and go back after Fahmi. "I will make sure your pain will return to the sender with a sense that is many times more excruciating, Fahmi," Thunder's inner rage.

Trisnya again sat beside Fahmi who was still closed, after Trisnya read with a tranquilizing prayer before. He immediately recited prayers to heal the supernatural wounds on Fahmi's body.

There was regret in Trisnya's heart, because it could only come, so Fahmi's situation became as severe as this. At first he thought that Fahmi was affected by interference from the project he was working on, that's why his Tris gave up completely to Guntur and Heru, without checking it first.

After the incident in Alas Rongko Mayit, Trisnya was indeed preoccupied with several cases from his hometown, so he inevitably had to go home.

"What time does Fahmi usually come back in pain?" ask Trissya.

"Between 3 and 4 in the morning! That's if we ruqyah night. Morning usually he can fall asleep, day after dzuhur, he will return in pain until night," explained Thunder.

"Later tonight I will try to accompany his tribe, in order to dispel and track the attack. But I need the help of Nyi Kinasih and Mas Jagad. Have they not returned?" ask Trisnya to Heru.

***

Rattling drizzling sounds rang out from outside the cave. Jagad still faithfully keeps Nyi Kinasih who is focused on recovering his energy.

Her net was staring at the nanar in an uncertain direction, her memory was rewinding the past memory. The memory as he breathed his last on Nyi Kinasih's lap, right inside this dark, damp cave.

"What are you thinking?" asked Nyi Kinasih who suddenly appeared startling Jagad.

"It's nothing! There are few memories of my cruel wife finally appearing and accompanying me one last time ..," said Jagad, looking fixedly at the face of Nyi Kinasih.

Nyi Kinasih stared at Jagad while replying, "I'm sorry! Even in this life, I'm also late to know you, Mas. Hiccup ...." Nyi Kinasih hugged Jagad so tightly while sobbing. He spilled out all the longings that had bound his heart, at the end of the twilight.

Maize felt a strange sigh that ran through her bloodstream. As if he was lulled in the warm embrace of the lover, making him fall asleep until a moment forget the differences between them, which can never be combined.

"God, if reincarnation does not exist. Then, why would I be able to clearly remember the life I felt I had lived before? Why is this still so real? This feeling of love, longing, pain and disappointment still so fused with my soul.if indeed, the memory was not mine, if indeed it was just one of the devil's deceits to mislead me. Please, oh God. Calm my heart, throw away the love and longing that so shackles this heart. O Thyat the All-reversing, do not allow this servant of Thy to become entangled in a false love. Do not let your servant resist Your decree." The long prayer strand of the Maize refers to the owner of the heart, Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, from his heart.

While the two men who were in the middle of the longing were enjoying the drizzling atmosphere of twilight, a golden walnut suddenly came and alighted near Nyi Kinasih.

Nyi Kinasih immediately let go of his embrace, then turned to approach the golden walnut.

"The mission needs your help!" said the golden walnut was short, then left Jagad and Nyi Kinasih in the cave.

"Return ..., husband!" Nyi Kinasih immediately turned his back to Jagad, after saying that. His face flushed with embarrassment, he did not want Jagad to see it.

"All right! Take care ...," came the answer from Jagad's mouth with a very beautiful voice in Nyi Kinasih's ear.

After a while, Nyi Kinasih turned around. He found no more Jagad there. There was a slight sense of loss in his heart, but soon he brushed away the feeling. He immediately prepared himself and soon followed to where Trisnya was.

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