Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman

Bab37's. Thunder Crazy

Beautiful orange light emanated when dusk greeted. Heru faithfully waited for Sahara who still wanted to buy a snack first before going home.

The girl walked with several plastic bags containing various snacks sold around the restaurant's parking area.

"Udah?" ask Heru.

"He'em ...," the girl nodded with a fluttering smile. "Mas, why? How come I've seen Ara since?" ask Sahara.

"No papa. Yes, you wear this! I want magrib, I don't want you to do anything. Can be recircumcised I am your father later," seduced Heru while draping his prayer beads on the Sahara's neck.

Sahara's face flushed red, repeatedly Heru's attitude and attention was able to melt her heart. Although he had not completely forgotten about Broto, Heru's presence was capable enough to heal the wounds in his heart.

The two of them went home together to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere of twilight. Speed splitting the quiet and cool streets, joking with each other to release laughter until the night greeted.

The sound of adzan magrib was heard melodiously, when Heru stopped his motorbike right in front of the Sahara house. The two Heru parents were waiting worriedly in front of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. sorry sir, Buk. I didn't have time to say goodbye" said Heru while greeting both Sahara parents with such courtesy.

"Wa'alaikumsalam .. earlier Sahara had called me kok Mas, before leaving. I was just worried about a neighbor who said Ara fainted in fishing" explained Mardi-ayah Sahara.

" Ara ndak papa, sir. God willing is safe with me" explained Heru. "Then I say go straight home, sir, Buk!"

"Well, don't stop by yet, Mom?" ask Ms. Dewi-ibu Sahara.

"Wow, I'm not good Buk, same neighbor. I just want to go straight to the mosque, Bablas came home," Heru refused.

"Oh yeah, be careful." The two Sahara parents looked so friendly to Heru.

"Jih," said Heru as he turned to look at the Sahara. "Ra, I'll go home!" his farewell to the Sahara.

"I-yes, thank you, Mom. Uh this is the snack, just bring one, Mas!" Sahara held out the snack she bought earlier to Heru.

"No, eat it. I'm full," refused Heru.

"Well, if so, thank you! Careful."

After saying goodbye Heru immediately turned on the motorbike and darted away to the mosque to fulfill his obligations. The tiredness and discomfort that he had felt since the morning, had now been replaced with an inexplicable taste after a day with the Sahara.

The clock was showing at 8pm when Heru arrived at Jagad's house. He immediately parked his favorite motorcycle in the garage. It was seen that Thunder's car was also parked there, making the inconvenience that had previously disappeared, was now present again.

Heru tried to control himself before deciding to enter and cross paths with Thunder. He didn't want the energy in him to go back to crazing like it was this morning.

There was a scream of pain from inside the house, without much thought Heru immediately ran towards Jagad and the others.

It was thunder that was tied up in bed. His red eyes stared intently at Heru who had just come.

"What's up, Mom? What's Gun?" asked Heru to Jagad who looks busy restoring Thunder consciousness.

At the same time, Heru felt a tremendous pain radiating throughout his body. He lifted up, his breathing was so heavy, like choking on something. He was thrown so hard that it hit the glass cabinet in Thunder's room.

Prssth ...!

The wardrobe was destroyed by Heru's body, glass fragments so sharp managed to rain down Heru's body, he was weakly covered with blood with glass fragments that are still stuck in his body.

"Gru!" Jagad ran to Heru who was unconscious, then carried her out to the treatment room.

"Just leave Heru, let your Thunder handle it!" said Aryo who had just returned to bring some heirlooms of his ancestors.

"Jih sir, I've contacted Trisnya. Soon he will arrive" said Jagad as he closed the door of the room, where Heru lay.

The jagad pulled out one by one broken glass that stuck in the back of Heru. Then he sewed one by one the wound, assisted by the mother who had just followed.

From a long time ago, Handayani and Aryo had considered the two friends of Jagad as his children as well. Never once did he differentiate between Jagad, Guntur and Heru. They both sincerely love and pray for them whenever and wherever they are.

"Here you go, Buk. Don't cry on" jagad asked the mother.

"No cry how, wong wound this much. Heru got a needle a little cry," said Handayani interrupted sobs.

"Yes already let Jagad aja sewing, ibuk just go home. Danger here," replied Jagad who began to faint at the cry of his mother.

"Snack! If you like sewing blas-bles do not use feelings. Let me help your father realize Thunder!" drive out Handayani who does not want Heru to be a toy of the Jagad.

Hearing the mother's words, Jagad only complied without being able to argue. He came out following Aryo to Thunder's room.

"Lucky that creature has not fully mastered the soul and body of Thunder. We have to quickly get it out before it's too late" Aryo said as he patted Jagad's shoulder slowly.

While Jagad and Aryo were preparing for their destruction, Trisnya came with an irregular breath with Nyi Kinasih hovering around him.

"How long has it been, Mom?" ask Trisnya to Jagad.

"Abis isya' earlier. But it seemed like this creature had long since approached Thunder. Maybe since he did the ritual," explained Jagad.

"Sir," said Trisnya while greeting Aryo.

"Aren't you resting, Nduk?" aryo asked Trisnya who looked so exhausted.

"Take it straight, sir. Trisnya ndak papa, really." Trisnya immediately prepare some of his equipment.

"Don't interfere! That boy should have died in my hands, "the thunder craze that still crazes.

Roughly he continued to pull his hands and feet tied to the bed. While throwing invisible attacks towards Jagad and the others. He was still trying to find the whereabouts of Heru, the look in his eyes was still full of anger and also revenge.

Trisnya immediately brought himself closer to Thunder, he put a flower with a light blue color on Thunder's forehead. Then he overwritten it with his golden scarf, he pressed hard while casting a spell so that Thunder could escape the control of the creatures that possessed it.

Jagad and Aryo have been preparing to raise a tribe to attack the creatures that keep trying to control Thunder. In an instant the tribe of both of them had managed to dart out. Just waiting for the creature to be thrown completely from the body of Thunder.

Nyi Kinasih darted away to where Heru was, guarding and helping Heru to recover. Leaving Trisnya with Thunder alone.

"Foolish woman, this man doesn't really love you. He only pursues you because of the abilities you possess. Ahhaha ...." The creature within Thunder's body kept trying to shake his Tris.

Trisnya not at all memubris all the words of the creature, he continues to focus on the ritual. Forcibly pulled the creature from Thunder's body so violently.

The thunder twitched violently as the creature slowly slipped from its body, the pain raining down from the tip of its foot to the tip of its head.

After the creature is released, Trisnya immediately diverts it to the supernatural dimension with Jagad and Aryo. So as not to harm Heru and Thunder.

"Deck ...." There was a thunder voice calling out to his Tris. Tears shed so profusely from his net fertiliser.

"Dalem, Mas .. Let me recover first, hold on a second, yes!" Trisnya again chanting prayers to restore the energy of Thunder that has been absorbed by the creatures that possessed it.

Trisnya gently wiped the face of Thunder that had been soaked by sweat and tears. In his heart, there was a speck of doubt after hearing the creature's words. Her net was staring at the man in front of her.

"Hopefully, your feelings for me are sincere, Mas. I already gave this whole heart to you, so don't try to break it" he murmured inwardly. Didn't feel Tris' tears coming down without being dammed.

Thunder who was still awake, heard clearly the inner voice of Trisnya. In such a weak state, he began to open his eyes slowly.

"Never play with your heart, Deck! My feelings are sincere with you. So ... mas please, never doubt my sincerity again." Thunder softly expressed his feelings to the lover of the heart.

Trisnya tightly hugged the body of Thunder who was still tied to the bed. His sobs filled the entire room. He spilled all the worries, doubts and fears that had occupied his heart.

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