
Just wanted to say what the inner bond-destroying taboo of the ancestral ring is. Suddenly the ladies came and said that the food was prepared. Just contact Ela asked that her husband continue later and they could host the representatives of the people who came to the hearing today.
The people of the supernatural received the hospitality of the ruler, while in the human world a serious chatter of a pair of men sitting in the living room of a new apartment began. The host gave three diary books written by his patients during the treatment period.
"His record every time I finish the treatment and I have no right to open it. Let alone reading, but Azzam's brother was his son. So that I leave all this to you." said Dr. Omar. The man looked so calm and very patient.
He took one of the orange-white diary books in the top pile. He remembered when to buy every book that was asked at that time. Then open it by saying basmalah, then without permission focus starts reading every word written into an outpouring of hearts.
Page after page switched without regard to time. Azzam read his father's diary, making Dr. Omar left his guests alone in the living room. While he went to the kitchen to prepare food and drinks that could be served.
Like promising each other not to bother each other. Both men did their own job. While in Indonesia precisely in the boarding school suddenly children come to visit the main house. They miss hearing stories from Najwa.
Bella let her daughter sit down and join the children in the living room. This time, Najwa brought a novel book that had just opened its seal. The novel with the title of one hundred stories of the journey of the traveler. A story that can be used as a suri tauladan for all mankind.
A soft voice rang out filling the living room, making children enthusiastic about listening to the fairy tale this time. The emir who left the door of his room half open also listened although sometimes it sounded faint. Different from Abil. Where the young man was still calm the mind by doing yoga in bed.
Eyes that are closed with sharper hearing. He deliberately closed his inner eyes during the yoga process, but his heart was still thinking endlessly. The calmness that begins to reach the point of enlightenment. Slowly but surely he felt an aura around where he was sitting cross-legged.
The range grew further away to feel the energy clashing around his house. He knew that his brother-in-law again gave the fort a shield because last night was destroyed by the terror that the family experienced. So whatever happens, the brother knows just can't come physically.
Sayup-sayup heard the roar of sadness that disturbed his concentration. The voice really came at an inopportune moment. So the meditation this time could not go any further, "I think this house is safer than my old house. It turns out that the creatures do not inhabit the house, but follow the owners of the covenant who are still breathing."
"Does that mean the target this time is still Ka Bella? If true, then there is no awkwardness that occurs during some events. I guess I should ask my sister. Whether during my time in Cairo something went beyond reason or all just came back." Abil muttered to himself.
Intentions want to get out of place, but the voice often distracts the cell phone. The flat object lying on the left side clearly showed a familiar name. The sliding green icon to receive calls, he deliberately turned on the speaker so that it does not need to hold the phone.
"Assalamu'alaikum, how can I help you?" greet Abil without further ado because the heart still doubts the Caller.
A bundle of black cloth lay on the table and no one came close. Especially trying to check the contents of the cloth. "If you mean the painting of the inn by the lake. It's actually on me. Wh why? The painting threatens my family's life."
\[*I'll tell you everything, but make sure the painting doesn't run away again. Place it in the center of the three candles that form a triangle. Then cover it with a black cloth that has been exposed to the splash of holy water. I went straight on the way to pesantren.\] ~bala Gala instantly turned off her call*.
The man hurriedly took the keys to his car. Footsteps that run without caring about the call of the employees. All eyes that looked were astonished by the boss's behavior like a possessed person. Still conscious without any distractions.
The car is traveling on the road at maximum speed. The focus cannot be disturbed by the sound of whispers that continue to try to influence him so as not to continue the intention of the heart. The flash of light reflected behind the back instantly faded away all the instantly silent sounds.
Forty minutes of travel was so short that the car entered the gate of the boarding school. Large parking area, making Gala free to put his car anywhere during the vacant land. Then he ran towards the house of the Azzam family. One step raised to climb the front stairs of the house. Suddenly ...
His body slammed back against the trunk of a medium-sized mango tree without a backrest, Gala coughed making the children who had just come out of the Azzam residence cry hysterically. Because they saw a man with a handsome face but a mouth draining a fresh red color.
Bella who intends to come out, precisely prevented Abil. Since when was his brother standing next to him? It turned out that not only was he because Najwa's hand was also blocked. "Stay inside the house! Meet in the Emir's room and take Ka Diana."
"Uncle!" The young girl intended to protest, unfortunately the mother immediately withdrew her hand to comply.
His heart said whatever would happen. Abil knows what to do. Besides, among them all. Only her sister can take responsibility and make the right decision. Of course after Mas Azzam, therefore the husband is not so worried because there are adult men who can care.
After making sure all family members enter the room. Abil walked out of the living room. The man wanted to see what was blocking Gala from entering his family home. Clearly the shield was used to ward off those beings who had different essential souls.
"Kids, go back to the cottage! Do not be afraid, you will see from here to make sure you are safe." said Abil gave encouragement to the students who nodded, then joined hands.
Footsteps down the stairs, "Assalamualaikum, Ka."
"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi. Careful, son!" abil replied waving his hand, but the gaze was fixed on Gala who still chose to sit enjoying the pain in the heart. "Do we have to talk like this?"