Karma 2 (Najwa Humaira)

Chapter 34: The Gala is?

The old house door was locked only. It was done so that the guard did not bother to go back and forth asking for the main key of the Azzam family. Moreover, whenever the chosen santri gets the latter task will have a quarantine period to test the resilience of faith and mental.

Abil opened the door with lips muttering basmalah. Then push it forward, "Come on, we're in!" A step forward past the boundary of the doorway, as well as Gala the friend.

The two young men were still silent with eyes tracing every corner of the room that was not so spacious or filled with household furniture. On the right side there is only a mat-floated couch with one white-coated pillow. Hospital's signature frying blanket. Then on the left side was a pair of tables and wooden chairs.

If viewed more carefully, the place is like a cottage in ancient times. Simple because the difference is only the walls and floors that can be considered as a change in the era of today. It is appropriate if it is called an old house belonging to the ancestors. Although on the top pole is written every year renovations are done.

"Where do you want us to sit?" tanya Gala started the conversation so that the atmosphere changed better, making Abil scan the contents of the room once again.

A roll of mats was also barked at the corner of the room near the entrance. Without answering, the young man took it. Then hold it beside the bed so as not to sit in front of the door. Then waved at Gala to get closer. A pretty wise choice considering the room is indeed very simple.

Gala took off her footwear before climbing onto the mat. He did not even hesitate to take his keris, then placed in the middle of where they sat because they faced each other. Abil who was still calm tried to keep the heart and mind to remain conducive. He has also experienced a lot of strange things lately.

"Do you have any questions for me? If yes, just ask! I will answer without covering up the truth." Gala looked at Abil without hesitation because she understood the situation did not ask him to be quiet. Especially during this time, Abil who was still staying became the closest person.

Helaan breath slowly trying to be the beginning of goodness. The burden of a heart that feels tight can not be ruled out. This time, whatever has happened and will happen, so be it. Such thoughts completely controlled his head. Who he is, and what reason he has returned to Indonesia over the past year may be time to come to light.

"There is no question" Abil leaned his body back, then placed both hands in front of his chest. His eyes were calm looking at Gala who was resigned to the situation. "Do you want to say something? For example the relationship between you, the painting and the keris in front of me."

"You're still the same, bro. Not forcing, but affirming honesty starts with yourself. Can honesty be a virtue? If so, I'll tell you everything just ...,"

Gala held her breath while linking the two hands seemed to be trying to reduce the anxiety in the heart. The look of his eyes that looked down, the look of fear seemed so clear. Something big is stored away and reluctant to be revealed. What exactly is being hidden?

Breezy cold wind swoops in and over to greet the skin until it bristles. The change in air around them felt so real. The cold is getting more and more, but there is still a warm energy that is trying to maintain power. What was happening, made Abil again chant dhikr in the heart, while Gala closed her eyes with muttering lips.

Some time the two young men work together to drive away distractions that want to mess up their meeting until the sound of objects falling out there ends everything. Gala opened her eyes again, but Abil was still waiting for an answer. Likes, dislikes just end up being an honesty session.

Gala justifies the sitting position, then pulls the kris out of the sheath. A sharp glint reflects the sunlight that shines from the glass tile above. Then, the man did something to his keris until it changed shape. Where at the end of the weapon is not perfectly shaped.

"Cris Starch. This kris is one of the ancestral weapons used to crush the soft people. Where the name is taken from the term death aka starch. Do you remember the research of the demon hunter clan named Mangku Soul? I was one of those clans.

"As an indigo, researcher, and also a religious expert and can handle mystical things. You do have a lot of advantages, but not with weapons. Here, I don't mean to cheat, let alone try to betray just that the rules of the clan are too complicated to be simplified.

"Klan Mangku Psyche is a gathering of people who are still mixed. Not all were purely descended from previous clan descendants as some were indeed the result of followers, but I am one of the original descendants. So the mission carried cannot be considered one eye."

The keris is put back in its sheath. Then turned to the position facing the opposite direction, "The painting of the lakeside inn that is with you, is not an arbitrary painting. If it falls into the hands of those who do not understand the occult, it ends up being a victim. It should have been annihilated just that it could not be destroyed without coming to its place directly."

The explanation was quite to the point because now he knew the truth of the Mangku Soul clan was still there. Even so, he still does not understand the purpose of Gala on behalf of the painting as the center of a mission object. Is that painting so dangerous? If so, why is it kept without anyone looking after it?

The flat object that Abil received, made the man wait. He let his friend check the results of his hard work so far. It is only to end the thought that must be mixed. How not? While in Cairo his attitude is not as mature as this, even impressed not so understanding about the supernatural world.

Thirty minutes had passed, but Abil was still staring at Gala's cell phone screen. The focus is still focused on what is the truth until a noise is heard from outside. He distracts her. What the hell's going on?

"Don't come out! Just keep going because they don't want you to know ... Uhuk ... Uhuk ...," A stream of red color came out from the corner of his lips, feeling bitter. "I'm doing fine. You only have ten minutes, the faster, the better."

The state of Gala that withstood the pain without the cause of coughing up blood, making Abil heartless. But he knew there was something important to know. I don't want to waste the sacrifice of my friend. The information is re-examined more thoroughly and quickly.

What he read was not so easy to continue but all continued until the last file contained only sketches of blurry faces. In each form has a sign that is now stored in his brain. Sketches totaling five creatures that became the mission of a descendant of the Mangku Soul clan.

"Abil!"

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Assalamu'alaikum, Happy Ramzan Readers.

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