Karma 2 (Najwa Humaira)

Chapter 6: Acting as a Father

A thunderous voice pierced through the void space. The Holy Spirit who helped Najwa crumble into a puff of smoke was no longer meaningful, but a flash of anger refused to manifest itself and hid behind the echoes of endless tones. Meanwhile, the girl's soul re-entered her body.

Azzam immediately grabbed his daughter's body with endless lips to thank God for the opportunity that God gave. The fear that had been only he was damning suddenly revealed wetting both cheeks. For the first time, tears fall in love with the baby who is now starting life without a backrest.

"Abi, Wawa why?" asked the teenage girl confused while breaking away from the father's embrace too tightly, "Eh, Abi cry? Is there something evilin Abi?"

Questions that ambush consciousness over reality. Can't Najwa remember what just happened? What kind of illusion does he now have to face? Amidst the curiosity, his eyes unintentionally glimpsed at the red radiance emanating from within the girl's body. The red gemstone shone very bright even for a moment.

The head of Najwa who only wore a plain hijab while looking at the princess with a look in the eyes. He wanted to make sure everything was safe under control. "Nothing bad, son. Wawa later malem sleep with mother aja ya!"

"Wait aja aja Aja Abi, but so meet ustadzah not this? If so, let Wawa get ready first." said Wawa remembered his promise to the father.

Looking at the situation, it is too vulnerable to let his daughter out of the house alone. The smallest possibility could be a new problem. Moreover, the stored power fused together with Najwa's heartbeat like the aroma of coffee that attracted a lot of people's attention. The difference in the aroma makes the invisible creatures crazy.

"Later Abi who told ustadzah to meet you and your mother at home, now be prepared to continue the shipment. Abi pamit to the cottage first, but if Wawa feels uncomfortable alone in the room. Move to your room." Azzam makes decisions that must be made without presenting more risk.

After making sure his daughter will stay home. Only then did his footsteps walk away from the house, but one step up the front porch of the house welcomed the breeze of the cold wind pierced to the bone. The smell of rancid mixed with frankincense smoke seemed to fill the chest cavity.

"Astaghfirullah, apparently you do not want to succumb to young people. If this is the way, Najwa should stay home but until when? The girl always had a reason to do her wish without being prevented."

The resignation of every ordeal does not mean silence without doing anything, even the confidence of the heart can waver in just one temptation. Azzam was looking for the root cause of the problems involving Najwa because he himself was still confused by the current situation. Whether it is all related to the past or purely the influence of the present.

There is no place to find answers. He can only sort every incident during his marriage with Bella. If Emir's life is more normal, why not Najwa? What is the difference between the two children? If possible, you want to hurry to solve the problems that befall the family.

Each step is accompanied by the chanting of dhikr who submits themselves to ask for protection of Allah SWT as a place of shelter from all dangers. The house that has been a shelter so far hopes to be able to withstand the increasingly approaching supernatural forces trying to infiltrate without permission.

Sayup-sayup heard a familiar voice from the field of the boarding school. His steps continue to follow the voice that is regulating while giving an example in attacking while considering the balance of the body. Who else if not his son Emir. The teenager became the youngest martial arts coach even younger than him when he had the title of coach.

The Emir walked over to an eight-year-old boy named Yusuf. The pat on the right shoulder of the child with a sweet smile that always warms the heart of anyone who sees, "Self will flow in the body like our blood flow. Focus on the goal so that success can be held."

"Is Ka Emir also focused? Want to try a duel with Yusuf? Gelod yok!" yusuf exclaimed so excitedly as he raised his right hand up, but which he got an anxious pinch from his trainer.

Emir wants to make the students can protect themselves with martial arts. Although for that he himself had to get more rigorous training from the teachers in the boarding school. Since first getting to know the martial world even Abinya in particular always took the time to teach secret techniques.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Kids. How's practice?" Azzam deliberately visited the training session this time, he wanted to know if the results of the training had advanced from the last time.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied the children in unison and then greeted the hands of Abi Azzam who was already considered their father.

The Emir did not escape to kiss the hand that taught him many things. Then ask all gathered to form a circle, then as usual each child shows their respective abilities. Togetherness that is often done every has a chance.

Elsewhere, a smile with her arms outstretched welcomed the air she had long long yearned for. After being away from the whole family and today managed to go home with a pride that deserves to be appreciated as his success. If it had wings, it would have flown to its destination.

"Mas, you want to take a cab?" asked a driver to offer a ride to potential customers, but the young man standing in front of the international airport was still busy enjoying the freedom of the world.

Five minutes had passed, the position of the two was still the same until the young man carrying his black bag with footsteps approaching the taxi driver. "Just take it to the xxx street and before you get to the destination, please don't disturb my break."

The driver agreed without this and that, for him, the most important thing is to get passengers after waiting since morning. The journey begins to leave the airport, the speed of a fast car does not bother young men who are busy reading thick books about the history of the supernatural creatures from several countries.

It looks strange because of the current appearance, but what is read is precisely an ancient book with a thick that certainly takes hours to complete the reading. Not wanting to disturb the life of the customer, a middle-aged man who works as a driver only focuses on the streets. But somehow he felt from the airport out like someone was watching him.

"Mas, what's the point of bringing another friend?" asked the driver ventured after being silent for half an hour, his feelings were increasingly out of his hands with the coldness surrounding him.