Marrying Princess Jin

#32

About five minutes after Mr. Satri, Dawam, Mujahideen and Muhsin came out of the field belonging to Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi, Mr. Makripudin, Mr. Mas'ud and Johani arrived in the field. Because of the heavy rain, the three headed straight to the small cottage on the farm to shelter.

Corn seeds planted three days ago have begun to be seen removing the buds. But the water flowing profusely from the direction of the high bako hill passed through the sidelines of the plant, making Pak Makripudin worried. The rainy season has just begun. He was afraid, if the running water is not immediately made irrigation, did not rule out the possibility of corn that began to grow will rot and eventually die. Apparently, since Adinullah's attitude changed, Johani has not visited the fields at all. The former legs of wild boars are widely seen around the fields.

"From today on, we must remain in the fields, Mr. Mas'ud. We have a lot to fix. Waterways, also keep wild boars that pass through this field towards the next forest," said Mr. Makripudin. Johani lowered her head. He realized, he who was given the task by Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi could not maximally guard the corn plant. Although he knew Mr. Makripudin was not insinuating him, but he felt bad.

"Bu Johani, Bu Johani don't take it personally or think no-no. Master Teacher did assign me to help Ms. Johani guard this field. But because Mr. Adin is not there, I am worried about slander if we are both in this place. Because I have a proposal that Mr. Mas'ud bring also Mukmin ma here. This field is too big. This land is new too. My experience of farming in the forest next door, in addition to wild boars, monkeys in these hills usually come down after a month of corn age," said Mr. Makripudin.

"It's okay, sir. I completely agree with Mr. Makripudin's proposal. I also thought about handing this job over to someone else. I can't take care of it myself. Afraid of disappointing Master Teacher" replied Johani. Mr. Makripudin smiled.

"Master Master did not want Bu Johani to give up this responsibility. That's why I've been sent to raise crops in this field." Mr. Makripudin stopped his words. He got up and looked at the entire field. He sat down next to Mas'ud.

"Pak Mas'ud, Bu Johani, it looks like we have to make two more huts in this place. At the end there, on the hillside there must also be one more hut. Let me occupy it later" said Mr. Makripudin. Mr. Mas'ud nodded his head.

"So, for today how, sir," asked Johani.

"I mean mother?" mr. Makripudin did not understand.

"I mean, what do we want today,"

"If Mr. Mas'udnya agrees, maybe we can build one more cottage over there," said Mr. Makripudin while pointing to the side, about three hundred meters from the cottage where they were sheltering.

"The cottage will be occupied by Bu Johani. Faster is better, Mom. How, sir," continued Mr. Makripudin while patting the thigh Mr. Mas'ud. Mr. Mas'ud nodded his head.

"I agree, Sir. We are already here" said Mr. Mas'ud.

"Oh yes, sir. If not wrong, in the sack next to the Father there are two raincoats that were bought yesterday by Master Teacher. Try checking, sir. It may still be there" Johani said, pointing towards the sack at the corner of the cottage. Mr. Makripudin got up and checked it out. A transparent raincoat was removed from the sack. He then showed it to Johani.

"Alhamdulillah, there is still, ma'am," said Mr. Makripudin as he showed Johani the raincoat in his hand. He then gave one of the suits to Mr. Mas'ud.

Mr. Makripudin glanced at his watch.

"It's still 5, sir. There's still time. Come on, just make the frame. Gratitude can be finished now," said Mr. Makripudin invite Mr. Mas'ud immediately rose from his seat. The two immediately put on their rain suits and immediately ran to the location where the cottage would be built for Johani. Johani himself immediately took the pot and cleaned it. He must immediately cook water. After working under heavy rain, of course Mr. Mas'ud and Mr. Makripudin will be cold. Enjoying a glass of coffee after work can certainly warm their body a little.

Mr. Makripudin stared at the side of the hill filled with dense forest. He has not been able to guess where the location of the paddle referred to Adinullah. Three more days he will prove what Adinullah said this morning in his hut.

Mr. Makripudin turned his gaze towards the high bako hill that was barely visible to the mist. The day has begun to darken. He invited Mr. Mas'ud to stop his work.

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The dark began to spread its black wings. The trees are like curling up in the cold under the pouring rain. Only the sound of owls was heard occasionally among the rustling of the raindrops.

"Zabarjad, come" cried Adinullah.

Not long after, Adinullah smiled. The surrounding air is getting colder. He knew Zabarjad was nearby.

"What's up, Adinullah. Why are you calling me." There was a whisper in his ear. Adinullah opened his eyes. He felt the presence of Zabarjad in front of him.

"I need your help," said Adinullah as he stared into his dark front.

"Say,"

"I promised you three more days Makripudin would visit me here. This is my chance to influence the person closest to Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi. I promised him something I didn't know. Help me" said Adinullah.

"Say,"

Adinullah gave a long sigh. He put his robe tightly on his body. The cold was so piercing that it felt in his bones.

"I want me to be able to read the Arabic scriptures not lined up. If only I could not do it, I would lose my followers" Adinullah said.

"You're gonna do it. You will read it smoothly like a Master Teacher. As long as you obey His Majesty, your wishes will surely manifest,"

Adinullah smiled with satisfaction. He nodded his head steadily.

"Adinullah, make a statue with a flame all over its body. It's five meters tall. Make wings in the position to fly. Put the statue on the spot where you are sitting. Every person you succeed in influencing you will enter this place and bow down to him,"

"Whose statue is it, Zabarjad?" ask Adinullah.

"That is the manifestation of our Lord,"

Adinullah sighed steadily while nodding his head.

"good. I will" replied Adinullah. The mood was silent again. No sound was heard. The cold that had been so piercing, gradually disappeared.

"Zabarjad?" call Adinullah. There's no answer. Adinullah gave a long sigh. Apparently Zabarjad had left him.

Adinullah. He was silent for a moment. His eyes were back closed. His mouth began to squirm the spell. After that he raised his index finger and stomped his foot on the ground. Slowly he opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw the atmosphere in his place now standing changed brightly. A fire blazed from his index finger. That's exactly what he intended. It was truly an ease he had never gotten before. Just close your eyes and close them. No need to wait a long time with patience. Things he often heard from Master Alamsyah Hasbi. He's bored. For many years he followed the occasion of remembrance and his studies. There was no change whatsoever that he got. The more he saw the more people visiting Master Alamsyah Hasbi, the more he felt heartache.

But his ideals and all his desires that have been buried so far have finally become a reality. He still believes that what he now gets is the result of his long remembrance so far. The desire to be like Master Alamsyah Hasbi, just count the days.