My Dark Fans Are Not Human

My dark fans aren't part 2 humans

He came to me in my dream.

He greeted me, I saw clearly the figure of him, a man of high posture, sweet face, thick eyebrows and there was a mole on his chin.

"Hi sister aisyah" she said.

I also woke up from my sleep. I tried to catch my breath, I tried to lie down and sleep again. But as my eyes began to shut, the figure came with a faint face.

I finally decided to wake up from sleep, I saw that Joseph was still sound in his sleep.

I stepped into the dining room to grab a drink, after which I stepped towards the living room bordering the dining room.

I was sitting in a chair facing the TV, and suddenly I felt a wind blowing behind me, my reflexes turned, but I did not see anything, because of my various thoughts, I decided to go back to the room.

I saw the clock on the wall at 1:30. I tried to lie down again, as I read the prayer.

After a long time I finally fell asleep.

There was a cold hand touching my cheek, I opened my eyes slowly, it was revealed that Joseph touched my cheek, his hand was cold because it was ablution.

"Let's get up, it's dawn" my husband said slowly

"yes mas"

I got up and went to the bathroom, after ablution I went to the prayer place, I saw that Joseph was waiting for me.

I also did the morning prayer together, after praying, I rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Mas Yus I'll get permission to father's house" I asked

"yes if you want today" replied Joseph

"Thank You yes mas" I replied as I continued my cooking, and mas Yusuf continued the exercise on the side terrace.

I tried to look at the window that led back, doubtfully I tried to stare at the surroundings.

I took a deep breath because there was no one.

After preparing breakfast, Joseph and I had breakfast together, after breakfast Joseph took a bath and prepared to prepare, I cleaned the dinner table and washed the dishes and used breakfast glasses.

After that, I took a shower because I was ready to go to my father's house.

The distance of my house and father is not too far, the journey is about 1 hour.

When Joseph was ready, I also prepared to leave.

" The deck will go home not tonight, before the mas come home adek already at home" he asked.

"Insha Alloh mas, I try to finish dhuhur I go home" I replied.

Joseph went, before that I shook hands and kissed his hands, and Joseph kissed my forehead.

Mas Yusuf set off in a car, while I headed to my father's house on my favorite motorcycle.

" At least it's just my feelings" I muttered.

After traveling 1 hour, I arrived in front of a house that I had always longed for, my childhood home.

After I parked the motorbike on the side porch I rushed to the front door.

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I walked into the house.

"Walaaikum salam" heard the father's reply from within.

I stepped into the living room, I saw my dad watching TV and enjoying a cup of tea.

" Dad, how are you? " me ask while pleasing her and hugging her.

"Well Isha, you came alone, which Joseph?" ask dad.

"Mas Yusuf works, because I miss my father and grandfather, so I ask permission to go home for a while, then the dhuhur I go home" I explained.

"ooohhh"

"Dad, where's grandpa? " tanyaku.

" Grandfather just went in the room"

suddenly there was the sound of people shaking from the side.

"ehem.. ahem.my favorite granddaughter nyari grandfather apparently" said grandfather out of the room.

"Grandfather" I poured into his arms.

yes I only have a father and grandfather, because my mother died about 10 years ago when I was 9 years old because of illness.

grandfather and father live with the nephew of the father who also helps at home.

"let's sit in the chair" my grandfather said.

I followed my grandfather to sit down, asking him the news and telling him about mas yusuf, until my grandfather suddenly said.

" who did you come with, why didn't he come in? " said grandfather.

yes, my grandfather did have an advantage that can be obtained from the prayer reading that he practiced since he was young, so that he could see and feel the existence of supernatural beings, such as, and my grandfather said I was a descendant who could also see.

" what grandfather meant, isya came alone" I replied.

" yes you entered by yourself, but you came just as someone" said my grandfather.

deg.........

I felt like someone was following me.

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