Marrying Princess Jin

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King Kale Marge is back. His eyes still seemed to light up with a roar of breath like embers of fire. One by one who was present in the room in his eyes. The end of his wand was knocked three times on the floor.

"Now you must not be as negligent as before. As long as Sigar Marong searches for the whereabouts of King Fathul Bar, from today you must begin to prepare your own troops. Once the position of King Fathul Bar and his army has been known to us, we will immediately attack and destroy it. We're not gonna let him storm first. Think about your position and comfort today. You certainly do not want to be expelled from this place if until King Fathul Bar managed to retake this place," said King Kale Marge. All those present nodded their heads.

"Sorry, my lord,"

"What's up, Patih Balang Ngampang" King Kale Marge told a man sitting next to Zabarjad.

"Is King Fathul Bar not bluffing us?"

"The genie spoke, My lord, said another person standing up.

"Hamba is more inclined to what Patih Balang Ngampang said. Once we destroy his army and expel him from this kingdom, he's gonna have a hard time finding an army,"

King Kale Marge was silent. He sighed long. He turned to Zabarjad.

"What do you think, Zabarjad," asked King Kale Marge. Zabarjad stared one at a time at the dignitaries present in the room. He rises.

"Hamba himself argues otherwise, my lord. According to the Servant, King Fathul Bar still has influence, especially among the jinn who embrace Islam. A hundred years time was enough for him to gather a lot of troops. Moreover, after we managed to expel him, he was like he was lost to the earth. The arrival of his letter today in front of my Lord, is enough as a signal that we should not take it lightly" Zabarjad said. He then leaned back and sat back down.

"But my Lord..."

King Kale Marge raised his hand telling Patih Balang Ngampang not to continue his words.

"I agree more with Zabarjad. Regardless of King Fathul Bar just bluffing or not, which obviously we can't take for granted." King Kale Marge stopped his words. He looked back at the people in front of him.

"Now you may go" commanded King Kale Marge. They all rise. After praying to King Kale Marge, they left the meeting room one by one.

"Zabarjad, you stay here" King Kale Marge said as he watched the last Zabarjad leave. Zabarjad bowed his body and returned to his seat.

"How did Adinullah, Zabarjad, develop,"

Zabarjad smiles.

"Adinullah is indeed the right person to carry out my master's orders. His followers have exceeded the followers and influence of Master Alamsyah Hasbi. It's thanks to the mercy of my Master that you give him the power" said Zabarjad. King Kale Marge nodded his head.

"It's time you called them here. Their energy we need is also to help us defend this place from the invasion of King Fathul Bar,"

"But how can they face an army they can't see, my lord?"

"They will be permanent residents of this place. Replace their clothes with ours. There are enough roles and duties Adinullah in his world now,"

"Everyone, My Lord?"

"Choose the man you think is capable of it. Leave the women and children. If we win later, we'll return them to continue our orders,"

"Okay, my lord,"

"You can go,"

Zabarjad nodded his head and prayed. After that, he came out of the room.

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Adhan isya sounded from a distance. Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi was still standing on the level of his house while looking southward, through the darkness of the night. Precisely towards the high bako hill. The black tasbih in his hand swirled around. His mouth was unceasingly moving about reciting the wirid. Sometimes he nodded and shook his head. What he saw now with his inner eyes made him fret.

Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi glanced towards his right. The feeling she felt now felt different. He felt the presence of an unseen figure around him.

"Assalamualaikum, Master Teacher,"

"Greetings waalaikum,"

"Before I apologized for my unwillingness to come suddenly before Master Teacher,"

"It's okay. Who are you ,"

"I am the King of Fathul Bar. The Ruler of Bukit Bako Tinggi. One hundred years ago, the despotic King of the perverse black jinn, King Kale Marge, attacked and drove me from my kingdom. I came back here after a long time studying in baghdad. My arrival here is none other than to reclaim my kingdom."

"But it is not power that is in my interest here, Master Teacher. The sorrow and heresy of King Kale Marge and his followers, made my heart called to change it. Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi simply fell silent. The gaze of his flat eyes seemed to hint at the deep unrest in his heart. He sighed long.

"Only the tip of the sword can awaken that despotic king, Master Teacher," said King Fathul Bar continuing his words. Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi looked at King Fathul Bar.

"And what brings you here, my brother," said Master Alamsyah Hasbi. King Fathul Bar bowed half his body.

"I would like to ask permission to use some of Master Teacher's territory as my place and the troops prepare before the attack. The Master Teacher's place is one of the places that King Kale Marge's spies wouldn't dare to go,"

Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi raised his gaze. He looked to the side. After that he turned towards King Fathul Bar.

"Brothers and brotherly troops could use that embankment. Warn them not to wander from the boundary of the embryo. The pilgrims and santri often paced. I don't want any misunderstanding between us because of the position of those who can't see your nation,"

"I listened to him, Master Teacher. God willing,"

"Then, I beg of you, Master Teacher. I offer many thanks for the Master's favor,"

Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi smiled and nodded his head. King Fathul Bar took a few steps back and bowed his body.

"Assynolt,"

"Wa aleikum salam,"

After waiting for Master Alamsyah Hasbi's greeting, King Fathul Bar instantly disappeared.

Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi let out a long sigh.****** which sounded filled with unrest. He turned his eyes back to the south. Her tears looked livid as she unceasingly wastighfar uttered from her mouth. He then turned his body facing west. After closing his eyes for a moment, he raised his head while raising both hands. For some time, he seemed solemnly praying.

* * * * *

"Assalamualaik."

Mr. Makripudin who just finished his wirid after praying isya' turned his head. He saw two men with a neat appearance in white cocoa clothes approaching the gazebo where he was sitting. The two smiled as Mr. Makripudin got up from his seat and stood up to welcome his arrival.

"His Master is there, sir?"

"There, Sir. But the youth is still inside. What business, sir?" said Mr. Makripudin while thrusting his hand to greet the two guests.

"I am a representative of MUI. There are important things that we want to talk to Master Teacher about" said one of them after greeting Mr. Makripudin.

"Please sit down, sir, you gentlemen wait a minute. Insha Allah, Master Teacher will be out soon" said Mr. Makripudin. He asked permission to leave both. He then called Johani who was in the kitchen to make coffee. After that, he went back to the two men.

"His Master is coming down, sir," said Mr. Makripudin after ascending the gazebo. The two men smiled as they fixed their sitting position. Not long after, Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi appeared behind Johani who was carrying coffee. He immediately halted his steps when he realized Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi was behind him.

Seeing the arrival of Master Alamsyah Hasbi, the two men immediately rose. The two approached before Master Alamsyah Hasbi stayed a few steps away from the gazebo. The two immediately kissed Master Alamsyah Hasbi's hand.