NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

JANDAKU (88) HORROR IS OVER

I thought the most famous part of my life was over after Me and Arif finally rented a superior room to a 4-star hotel with 2 single beds in the West Slipi Capital.

In addition to meeting with clients on the Peninsula there at eight p.m., we also stayed at the hotel for the night. And tomorrow afternoon back otewe to the city of Pangkal Pinang.

Actually, there were some of my office friends who invited me to meet. But I canceled because the work is more important, and I also could not stay in Jakarta for a long time because a lot of work piled up in the PP City.

At ten o'clock in the night, Arif and I went straight into the room. Really want to rest because the body feels tired. Even my body hurts all over, like a man who's been lifting heavy stuff all day.

"Riff! I slept first, right?" I told Arif. Really want to sleep rest this tired body.

Arif just nodded. He could not cover the look on his face that looked worried looking at me.

Several times he suggested that I take antibiotics and vitamin supplements as a guardian of my declining immune balance. But I refuse on the grounds that it is reducing the consumption of chemical drugs for body health.

I just go to sleep, enough rest, sure tomorrow morning my health will recover and get fit again. So predicated.

Until suddenly...

My back feels heavy and painful.

In fact, my way was more and more limped bending forward because it held the heavy weight that was in my back body.

"Ugh ugh ugh..."

This breath is getting stifled. It was as if the burden on my back was growing, but someone like me was breaking me down to keep walking and not to stop.

My sweat washes all over my body. Even to the point of feeling wet stuck to my underwear.

"Ugh ugh ugh!"

Cetarrr...

I can't look. My neck hurts and my knees shake.

Keep going and keep going even if half forced.

Cetarrr...

The sound of whipping sounds echoed, so terrifying.

"Ugh ught... Agh!"

My breath is still breathing. My chest is sore and tight, it's hard to breathe.

Someone's voice calls to me. Slowly his voice became clear and...

Bledarr...

It was like the sound of rock fragments exploding from the direction of my back.

"Yetoo..."

I screamed loudly. It even seemed to barely break my vocal cord.

"Date, istighfar Bang! Bang Gatot! Bang!!!"

"Huh, huh, huh..."

I'm slack.

"Bang, Bang... Astaghfirulla... Laa ilaaha... Come on Bang, eling! Muji, Istighfar Bang!"

Abaghfirullahal... Abaghfirullahal...

I'm choked. Suddenly a shadowy figure with a gloomy face looked at me standing behind Arif. Like the... I was giving something to me. Celdam!!!

"Huaaa...!!!"

I screamed again.

Arif immediately grabbed my body that was flooded with sweat.

Whether it has the power from where, he could-can smother my face until this body immediately fell back on the bed.

I felt Arif's hot body temperature beating on me.

Abaghfirullahal... Abaghfirullahal...

Arif came down from my body. He picked up a bottle of mineral water that was on the nightstand next to his bed.

"Drink, Bang! Don't forget the basmalah!"

I'm a little calm. Arif helped hold onto the plastic bottle because my hands were shaking violently.

"Bismillah.hirrohman..nirrohim!"

I drink like a thirsty man.

But after that, my mental health gradually improved. And this chest slowly came back to relief, so my breathing began to normalize again.

"Bang!?"

"Yes, Rif..."

Arif breathed. Implied relief from his strands.

"Udah done, Bang! We give back all that is right to the rightful! Hehe..."

"Riff!"

"Hehehe..."

I stupefied her who was laughing.

"Anjiiirrr!!! That's what the hell, Rif?"

"Haha..."

"Gue...., digelendotin satan ya Rif? Ref... Hua...!!!"

"That's the lust of the great house that is still great and left behind in the world, Bang! But stolen by the devil who is the work of seducing humans like us! Hehe..."

"Wen...! Rif koq lo can know, the Rif!?"

Saking was scared and nervous to the point of speaking as if Arif was my spirit.

"Hehehe...!"

"Rif, you can be a spiritual teacher!? Really, thank you very much? Thanks for helping brother!"

"Hehehe..., alike, Bang! Arif's just a middleman, Bang! It is also by the permission of Allah Ta'ala. Uh, promise... Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Especially, same with Lifah. Arif ga wants to be sprayed brother gegara still likes dawamin prayers of false knowledge!"

"Yes." Yeah."

I acted as if I was pulling a zipper on my lips and then pointed my thumb at him. The sign holds the promise firmly.

Thank God! Thank you, you sent me a little brother who helped me. I am so grateful. Blessed for me to find a sister as good as Muhammad Arif the sister of Siti Alifah bint Mr. Mukti.

............

The next day, before returning home to the city, we first pilgrimage the grave to the tomb of Papa and Mama Arif.

Both were buried in one grave. It was the agreement of Alifah and Arif, because it was difficult to find burial land in the area of the Capital.

"Mr, Ma...! Ade' now lives with his family Bang Gatot! You guys don't have to worry about us! Brother Alifah will also be home in ten months. We will find a house in the city of Pangkal Pinang so that we can live together, no longer far apart. We are happy, we thank God for making us the sons and daughters of Papa and Mama."

I was stuck, hearing Arif mutter like he was talking to his parents.

Satisfied sad, but there is pride stored in the chest. How lucky are the two parents who have children of Soleh soha. Who will always get prayers from his children even though they are in different realms.

Moga I later also have the descendants of Soleh soleha. So parents who are proud and happy because they managed to educate him to the end of age. Aami...

The air in October is sometimes humid and sometimes warm. The dry season has passed, now the transition season has changed to welcome the unpredictable rainy season.

We returned to the city of PP greeted by drizzling rain. Wetness, but our hearts are much calmer now.

.............

Arif and I are getting closer in a fraternal relationship.

Our work is also getting better. Thank goodness I'm not breaking up with God.

Many people think we are brother and sister blood brother because at first glance there is a resemblance. Maybe from the nature, attitude is also our cool character. Cool-cas!

Girls also send kusalam to Arif, and vice versa.

We're bromance who keep each other's privacy. Even in the affairs of women. Sometimes Arif who jor-joran give me encouragement to start a new relationship with the opposite sex. And always remind me of my 28-year-old.

Honestly, I was waiting for her brother to come home. And he seemed to know my heart even though I never told him.

I don't think much about a mate either, because Mom's Dad never talked about it again.

Especially now that Mother is busy taking care of her two bachelor children who often ask to be pampered and served in the business of eating.

Mom used to grumble, but I know... Happy mom.

In their old days, the most feared thing is left behind children who are busy with their own world. Especially if the child is married and follows his partner.

Again I want Cak Subekti same Ning Imah! Thank God twice a month, I am the same Arif still like to visit their residence in Bukit Intan.

"You guys, when is the adult! Always wanted to be served like the king!" mother commented at dinner and I and Arif were fighting for attention to be scooped vegetables.

"Ish, a little while if we're married. Must have asked for the same disendokin wife, Mom! So, Gatot mumpung sama Arif still bujang... Satisfied with Mother's gerecokin!"

"Hehehe... That's right, Bang!" tymphal Arif.

Mom's gagging over my cheeks and Arif. Make Dad just shake his head.

"Mom's getting older, the more you think you're little boys!" dad made us all laugh.

I think this family is getting warmer. Father, Mother, Me and Arif increasingly look like the Cemara family, which is always crowded with chattering two boys who often act like children when at home.

A family that I am proud of for its solidity.

...❤BERCONNECT❤...