Not Mauku

Unrest

From afar came the dzuhur adhan reverberating, Naya moved her body open her eyes slowly, "It's noon." looked right and left, moving from sleep approaching the bathroom.

After fulfilling his obligation Naya out of the room, his stomach was demo for food, he cooked instant noodles with mustard pieces of ijo, plus a sprinkling of cayenne pepper pieces, not to miss his eggs as well. "Hem.., although simple but will be special to the audience itself hi.hi.hi.." smile yourself, do not forget to read the prayer before eating. "Bismillah..," rubbed the face with both hands.

Naya ate the noodles voraciously, circulating her gaze to where the washing machine had some dirty clothes there. "Why should I forget.?" patting his own eel. after eating Naya wash the container, then approached the washing machine. while humming the reading sholawat.

How many tens of minutes later Naya sat on the TV room couch and turned it on, busying her hands with her flat object.

Until the afternoon Naya passed by in solitude. "Bete ih, there's no cake ingredients, in the kitchen.?" Naya went to the kitchen looking for cake ingredients, and it turned out to be empty, there was not a single ingredient, "Hem.., empty, there was nothing to tell either.

He took vegetables and chicken for cooking, preparation for dinner, after all in the prepared, Naya left for a while, because it had entered the ashar prayer, at sixteen in the afternoon he then returned to the kitchen, preparing dinner, soup and fried chicken, this afternoon there is not much menu that Naya made, he said, the only thing that eats is Dimas and himself if Dimas does not eat outside.

After cooking Naya back to the room, he fulfilled his duty as a Muslim, because time had entered the prayer magrib.

The night is getting late but Dimas has not gone home, Naya looks at the time on the phone screen, then looks at the wall clock in the room, has shown at 08.00 pm.

*****

Dimas left Naya at home, closed the door and locked it from the outside, then walked into the car and sat in front with the taxi driver. "Bismillah..., sir's path.?" pinta Dimas on taxi driver.

The car drove quickly, leaving the place, there was nothing to say but the sound of the engine was mutual with the other engine.

Dreett., Dimas's phone vibrated, he reached into his pocket to pick up the phone, and opened a short message from his wife.

In his own smile, after keeping the phone back in his pocket he saw the Father-in-law who closed his eyes while leaning on the chair, the others were cool with their respective phones, he turned his eyes back to the sky.

A few hours later they arrived at Pontianak airport, they got out of the car before, pulled over. "Sir wait for me huh.?" said Dimas while bowing to the driver.

"Okay sir" replied the driver.

Dimas and the others walked into the venue for Check-in, they carried their own bags.

While waiting for the flight, looking for lunch first, incidentally dzuhur prayer has been carried out while still on the road to find the mosque and stop there, then after eating, sitting in a chair while chatting, "When will I come back here, Bang.? Can't.?" ask Lely's husband.

"By the deck, bring your wife's child here bah." said Dimas.

"That's for sure, just pray that there is a fortune." he continued.

"Rejeki mah insya'allah is always there, just.., big small.!" said Aa glanced at her sister-in-law.

"Is he right.?" lely and Dimas' husband.

"Dim, Mr. Naya, take care of him more than we have been." Nanang looked at his daughter-in-law's face, expectantly.

"God willing, sir, I will take care of him as much as I can, don't worry sir.!" Dimas convinced the in-laws.

"Good, thank you in advance.?" sahut sir Nanang nodded.

"Yes, sir, if there's anything to call us" Dimas continued, staring at the three people.

"God willing, communication must be smooth" said Mr. Nanang.

The plane was soon flying, they hugged each other. "Be careful sir.?" Dimas kissed the back of the hand of the in-law.

"Yes, in retrospect Bang" said the Aa, highlighting her backpack.

"Assalamu'alaikum..?" say the three men together.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Dimas waved his hand at the departure of his new family, until it disappeared from sight, then Dimas turned around half-run towards the parking lot.

"My tug home sir.?" pinta Dimas on the taxi driver who was waiting.

"Ready sir" said the driver, turning on the engine and driving his car.

Along the way Dimas only closed his eyes, outside the drizzling rain, making the originally so bright sky become cloudy.

At home

While Naya from earlier was restless waiting for the husband not yet returned, on the phone is not active number, adding to the anxiety of Naya's heart, which outside the rain at 10:00 pm still not home, he said, Naya is only friends with restlessness, anxiety, worry mixed up.

Contacting his sister Aa, he said, he had just arrived in Jakarta, because he had a delay of several hours flight, which was due to bad weather, he said, but Naya can breathe a sigh of relief at least the Father and his sisters survived and now already in Jakarta, again considering the husband, Naya again restlessly uncertain.

There is fear, anxiety, plus from the outside there are strange sounds, such as people unlocking, fearing thieves entering. "God protect me, I'm afraid." Naya hides under the covers, Naya's body is all covered in blankets, her heart pounding deg, deg, deg.

"Geez, the door above is locked, isn't it.? I can't go there, only the lights I turn on." muttered.

Long time ago, the voice that was not heard anymore, he opened the blanket slowly suddenly Naya screamed. "To-please...,?" shocked not to play, because seeing two people wearing black clothes in disguise, standing near the bed, and deftly one hand smothering Naya's mouth, Naya who was helpless could not rebel in the slightest, just shut his eyes glazed over.

"Astagfirullah., did Allah help me.? to you I ask for help." Inner Naya screamed and continued to recite the surah verse al-kursi in heart.

One man smothers Naya, and the other goes around opening drawers and closets, opening piles of clothes, maybe looking for something valuable, in the drawer Naya sees a laptop, her husband's expensive watch, and, naya's mobile phone was lying on the table, if it was sold enough to be money, and near Naya's mobile phone there the motor key lay too, too, but the man said with a signal that there were no valuables, making none of them take.

Naya felt astonished, what they were looking for, while none of them took from the place, Naya kept her heart reading sholawat non-stop, to calm down so as not to panic too much, the person who smothered Naya pulled out a gun, then at the point of Naya's head, either a real or fake gun, either, which is clearly enough to make the hangers see it. Naya saw the gun, which was getting closer to her head, Naya closed both eyes, He resigned if at this time also happened something that he did not want, he said, after all, he was unable to fight back in the slightest,

"Never scream or ask for help.? because if you don't comply, the contents of this gun will float or menrmbus into your head or heart.?" sergeant the person who held the gun, made Naya open her eyes and simultaneously nodded, the heart seemed to want to jump, the whole body was getting weak, not powered up,

******

Dimas was still in the car on the way home his heart was agitated, reached into a dead cell phone, his battery abis, "what time is it sir.? my phone died, and forgot to wear a watch." Dimas turned to the driver, the driver also saw the watch in his hand.

"At 10:00 p.m., Bang" said the driver.

Dimas took a rough breath, leaning against the cross-legged chair with his hands on his chest.

The driver saw the passengers' uneasiness understood. "Now will we reach Bang's destination.?"

"Hem..," said Dimas briefly.

The car continued to drive through the rain that did not stop from the afternoon, several times Dimas was seen rubbing his face violently.

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