Marrying Princess Jin

#21

Johani turned her body.His forehead shriveled. Not long after that, he smiled. He remembered the bottled water that Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi had prayed for. At least he feels he still has something as a weapon if Adinullah wants to do rough again to him.

Johani started to rush to look for him. As he remembered, last night he put it under the bed, right next to his head lying down. He must search and find it immediately.

The atmosphere inside the dark cottage, made him have to feel it. Johani's eyes moved here and there. As far as his hand was touching, none of the objects he touched. Because of curiosity, Johani came out and ran towards the kitchen which was only blocked by the fence from his bedroom. He immediately grabbed a match near the furnace. When he was about to return to the bedroom, he was startled by the sound of water starting to boil. He was confused which one to do. He looked over there. He hopes Adinullah is still cool with his conversation with Mr. Satri. That way he still had time to find the water bottle.

Johani decided to lift the water cooker pitcher and then brew it into two glasses in front of him. When he finished, he went back into the room to continue his search.

The atmosphere began to light up under the cover when Johani lit the fire picker. There's nothing down there. Only the thick dust mixed with the cobwebs had blackened, leaving Johani's palms and arms partially dirty.

"Johani!"

Ow hell!

Johani held her head as her head hit the side of the bed. Adinullah's unexpected call surprised him. He continued to rub his head so that the pain in his head quickly disappeared.

Johani immediately got up and ran towards the kitchen. He immediately took a spoon and began to stir alternately coffee in the two glasses. For a moment he tried to calm himself by closing his eyes and sighing deeply. The prayer that Master Alamsyah Hasbi taught began to be read as well.

With his hands trembling slightly, Johani stepped towards the place where Adinullah and Satri were sitting. Johani lowered his gaze towards the two glasses in the container in his hand when he saw, both Adinullah and Satri stared at him. From the glance he saw, he was sure the two had just talked about it.

Johani turned her body slowly and stepped slowly towards the hut. Until he reached the cabin, Adinullah did not speak anything. Arriving inside the hut, he immediately peeked behind the fences. Adinullah's gaze was fixed towards the hut, even as it was right at him peeking. Johani immediately pulled his head from the fence. He took a long breath. His heart is beating again. After a long stand still, he decided to go back into the bedroom and sit on the bed.

"Good, Mr. Satri. The task of Pak Satri at this time is to tell what Mr. Satri has seen today. Like the closest family of Mr. Satri. Because it is the responsibility of Mr. Satri. As the Qur'an says; keep yourself and your family from the fires of hell" Adinullah recounted the Qur'an at the end of his talk. Mr. Satri nodded his head. After sipping his coffee until it runs out, he said goodbye to Adinullah.

"Well, where's my goat, sheikh?" asked Mr. Satri so aware that the goat he herded was not around the Adinullah hut. Adinullah was silent for a moment. Like it's glaring. Then he smiled.

"Satri sir just go home. Pak Satri's goat is full and has entered the cage" said Adinullah. Mr. Satri scrunched his forehead in wonder.

"Can't it be, Sheikh?" ask Mr. Satri.

"If you believe the magic I have, you won't ask such pointless questions. Go home and invite your wife and close family to join my group" said Adinullah.

Mr. Satri nodded his head. He immediately turned around and left the place.

Adinullah smiled with satisfaction. He rested his body on the trunk of a bidara tree. His eyes glared far through the thick of the forest. What in nature with Zabarjad is now present disrupts the mind. Zabarjad's seductive beauty and curves make him re-stimulated. Soon he could meet Zabarjad and of course wrestle back on the bed in full force. Mr. Satri is the ticket to get there. He believes it didn't take long to become truly empowered by his influence in the region.

Adinullah. His body suddenly seemed like something was pulling him to immediately head to the high bako hill. A shabby coat lying on the ground was then taken away. After installing it, he immediately stepped out of the courtyard of his cottage.