LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

WHAT A STRANGE HOPE

Not so long ago Aril's back was stunned on the bed, Dara had entered his room. The girl looked at Aril's face, which seemed to be sleeping as if it were so slumbering.

After noticing Aril's face for a while, Dara stepped towards the table, and placed the food she had brought there.

"Mas, wake!"

Dara's hand patted Aril's leg slowly. Aril pretended to be tickling4t, then opened his eyes.

"Come, wakeup! Go to the bathroom, and then eat."

"What time is it?" asked Aril while getting up.

"It was almost nine in the evening" replied Dara.

"Ooo."

Aril's mouth rounded to form the letter 'O' then came down from the bed. After Aril got out of bed, Dara grabbed the blanket and folded, to tidy it up.

"In the bathroom there are clothes for you! He bought it at the market" continued Dara.

"Yes, thank you." Aril replies to Dara slowly, but his voice is able to penetrate Dara's sense of hearing.

"I slept for a long time, huh?" aril continued later, with a question.

"Yes, it's the effect of the drug. Aril has a lot of rest! One of the functions of the drug taken, will make sleep longer and soundly. Tomorrow after bathing, God willing, Mas has healed as before, and has been able to leave the house" explained Dara.

Aril immediately went to the bathroom, he was very familiar with what Dara said. For almost all these words he had heard. Only curiosity had not disappeared from his heart.

The curiosity makes him intend to investigate, who Dara really is. Is he human or is he some kind of genie. If Dara is indeed a kind of genie, it means there is a very beautiful female genie. Thought Aril.

"No need to take a shower, yes, Mom! It's late, the wind's coming!" exclaiming Dara reminded Aril who had been in the doorway.

Dara's voice makes Aril jerk from his daydream.

"L-yes!" replied Aril stuttering a little.

Without looking, he soon passed. His face was red, because of the shame that served in the heart of the young man. Because, Dara's cry along with Aril's mind who was praising the beauty of the girl.

Aril had intended not to take a shower. Besides being lazy, at this time the air also felt very cold.

What Dara said was true. In the bathroom, clothes were available.

Aril looked at the clothes for quite a while, then examined them, with all the thoughts playing out in mind.

These clothes are made of bark, leaves, or anything else that smells of jinn. His name is also the village of jin, of course the market is also the market of jin. Especially the one who bought him Mr. Dara. Of course he belongs to the jinn, because only the jinn can change shape, and imitate human appearance.

Dara?

I don't know ...!

Maybe a human, maybe a genie, or as his father said. Dara is a half-Jinn human. But Aril hopes, hopefully Dara belongs to the human class. It is a loss, if such a beautiful girl is categorized in the jinn species.

Long enough Aril twitched with his own mind, while looking at the clothes in his hands.

Indeed Dara is beautiful, her appearance is very interesting to look at. Very soothing and brings pleasure. And other feelings that can cause affection.

Maybe because of that taste also makes Aril not willing, if Dara categorized into the jinn.

Yes, in Aril's heart there has been a sense of pity to see Dara. Pity when he saw the girl was sad, especially to shed tears. That was how Aril felt back then, when he asked about his mother Dara.

Now Aril is worried, if the word Dara is included in the genie group.

'It's a pity if Dara is included in the jinn. It's a pity, ' Inner Aril.

'Why should I feel sorry for Dara? Why do I regret it if he says he is a genie? Even if he's human or not, it has nothing to do with me.' Inner Aril a moment later.

'Has in my heart grown a sense of love and affection for Dara? Is this what we call love? Love based on love?' Inner Aril asked further and further.

Paskins ...!

Aril patted the jidad. He felt annoyed, why did such thoughts enter his brain.

Hasn't she been so stupid with a woman? Aril never cared about the shape, look, or look of a woman?

Beautiful or ugly, for ordinary Aril. He never thought about it. Never got into the brain! Just pass by without bringing the slightest taste.

Boro-boro thought, remember not! However, towards Dara, why would any hope possess her brain? Hope that Dara does not enter the jinn.

Strange hope ....

"It's not a sign of love .. no! No, Ril ... no!" Aril's lips twitched softly saying the sentence softly. Sentences to motivate him, so as not to fall in love with Dara, the genie child.

'The two are the sons of the jinn. Horror when in love with a genie. His life is full of mystery, ' Aril is determined to add to that motivation.

A smile escaped from Dara's lips when she saw Aril's arrival.

"Let's eat first!" bring Dara

The girl's hand was busy moving the rice to a plate made of ceramics. The ceramic is white with a flower decoration on the edge. Very unique and looks antique.

"Mother has eaten? Where is he?" aril asked in a row, when his butt had just touched the wooden chair, which was beside the table.

"He had eaten earlier. Now go to sleep. Actually when you come, I want to wake Mas Aril. But forbidden by Father. Father said, Mas Aril must rest a lot."

Aril did not reply, but his heart doubted what Dara had said.

Yes, that's the heart. When he has found out, there is an untrue from someone, the innate is always suspicious. Bersu'uzon ria, cool term.

Aril's eyes slightly investigated the rice that Dara was proposing. For a moment he looked at the rice before him. Aril wanted to ascertain whether it was real rice or not.

Don't be maggots anymore.

Well, su'uzon again Aril's heart. Though already some rice dishes served Dara into his stomach, since he was in this place.

After hearing Dara's conversation with her father earlier, that's what makes Aril so vigilant. He did not want to eat something that was not worthy of human beings.

If the reason is this, it can be suu'uzon dikit, for the safety of soul and body, world and hereafter. Because not all heart words arise from bad things.

Sometimes it is the conscience that whispers the truth, but is opposed by lust through the seduction of the devil.

If it had been so, there would have been doubt and misgivings. When such a thing happens, it is reason and faith that must filter it.

If necessary, pray two rakaat ask God for guidance, if the problem is heavy.

After Aril confirmed, that what Dara presented was indeed white rice with grilled fish dishes, then Aril devoured the food.

Tasty, despite the menu, grilled fish again, but Aril ate it voraciously. Maybe because now Aril's stomach is hungry again.

After eating, there was not much they talked about. Aril decided to fall down because drowsiness back attack. Perhaps this was due to the influence of the potion he was drinking.

Aril has no intention of extracting information from Dara tonight. He was worried that Mr. Sarwo would hear their conversation, and became suspicious that Aril had found out who they really were.

If that happens, it will obviously make Aril's position difficult. Aril decided, tomorrow he would pry the information from Dara.

"It's amazing my drowsiness tonight" said Aril, after several times he yawned.

"Yes, already. Go to sleep first! Hopefully tomorrow you can wake up earlier than usual" said Dara.

Dara came out, carrying some dirty furniture.

"Good break, Mom!" he said, when he left Aril.

"Yes, equally! Have a good rest for you too!" aril replied, while returning Dara's fluffy smile.

Dara closed the door from the outside. A shrill voice rang out from the moving door. Maybe because of the worn-out hinges.

After Dara's death, Aril did not rush to sleep. He even tried to fight the drowsiness that attacked. Aril covered his entire body with a blanket, but his ears were sharpened.

Aril hopes that Dara will talk to her father again, so that she can eavesdrop. Who knows from their conversation, Aril can find out more information.

Aril's ears catch the sound from the bathroom. It was Dara's voice, apparently he immediately washed the used furniture. What a hard girl.

Shortly after Dara's steps were heard approaching Aril's room, Aril pretended to sleep with a little snoring.

Dara's steps stopped in front of the room door. Slowly the door opened because of Dara's encouragement. Aril turned his eyes to the door, but it was dark. The blanket material was too thick, it could not be penetrated by his eyes.

Actually Aril wants to peek with a blanket, but he is worried that Dara will find out.

Dara again closed the door, the sound of the door's slow creaking caused a strange feeling in Aril's heart. Fear and curiosity blend into one.

The sound of Dara's footsteps was heard again, the sound was getting farther away, then gone.

'Maybe Dara has gone into her room, ' Aril thought. He flicked the top blanket, so his head was open.

Aril again sharpened his hearing, but he heard nothing. There was no more sound from Dara, not even a single sound entered her ears.

Silence ... deserted ...!

Strange quiet ....

It should be in an area like this a lot of night animal sounds. But, this did not exist at all, not even the buzz of mosquitoes was heard.

Completely silent .. gripping!

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