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Village Without Azan Sound (1)

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"Well Ayu, you still need nothing outside?" ask her daughter-in-law, Gita.

Gita shook her head, she had actually been sleepy since. "Mpothen, Buk. Gita just wants to sleep." replied the 21-year-old woman.

Menik stroked the top of the head of the daughter-in-law who had just been married one week by her youngest son full of affection. "Then, go to the room? Later, don't come out again." the message.

Gita nodded, this was the first day she slept at Bimo's house, her husband. To be honest he was surprised, since he was going to leave his house, Bimo always warned Gita to obey every word of his mother. Especially not going out at night.

"Bimo came home at dawn, in your room there is already a bathroom. There is no other reason for you to come out. Know, Nduk?" ask Menik again.

The woman nodded despite the curiosity in her heart. He and Bimo had only arrived this morning to this village, and it was about eight in the evening that the man decided to attend an event at one of his brother's houses.

Stopping right in Bimo's room, he smiled at his daughter-in-law, "Happy sleep huh? Good night, Cah Ayu." said.

Gita went into the room and closed the door. Don't forget he locked it like Bimo's message before he left. His eyes glanced up at the top of the bed, his blue-colored flat object seemed to blink a few times. Lazily, Gita crumpled her body, and began to open the message that had just entered.

[Have you slept, Yang?]

[Don't forget to lock the door. I have my own key.]

And a lot of other messages are coming into his green app. Gita back yawning, feeling tired after a long day of travel. His eyes began to shut as his ears caught something.

"Salat, Nduk."

He opened his eyes and sat down. His chest was pounding from hearing a very clear-sounding whisper. He glanced at the digital clock on the wall, the number showing at 22:35 p.m. Gita scratched her hair, then went back to check the phone screen. There was no incoming message from Bimo that he had not read. As he was about to lie down again, he remembered something.

"Astaghfirullah," he muttered then patted his eel slowly. "I have not prayed Isya" he continued to scold himself.

Quickly, Gita got off the bed. Hurriedly he took the wudu and hurriedly spread out the prayer mat he had prepared since. His eyes caught something after using mukena. He glanced at the medium-sized photo hanging on the wall, right on a study table. The photo is right facing the Qibla direction so inevitably Gita has to see it. An uncomfortable feeling arises even though attached is a photo belonging to Menik, Gita tried to be solemn and chose to close her eyes.

After the prayer, the Gita says the prayer and then gets ready for bed. He hung his face on a clothes hanger that was attached behind the door. When going up to the mattress, the tail of his eyes again glanced at the photo of Menik smiling towards him. Whether it's just his feelings or not, Gita is sure Menik's eyes seem to follow him. Since coming, he did not pay attention to Bimo's room, so it was not aware that in the room there was a photo of the in-laws. He approached and looked at the photo closely.

The fur bristles when paying attention to the details of the photo that looks very real. Unknowingly, Gita continued to advance until the distance with the photo was only an inch away.

"Oh God!" Then he took a few steps back.

Gita's heart was beating hard, her ears were buzzing. He swallowed a bitter taste. He did not see wrong if Menik's eyes in the photo, had blinked several times in his direction. He was about to leave the room in fear, but Menik's message stopped him. He does not want to be labeled as a stupid daughter-in-law.

He tried to calm down, and read the Verse of the Chair in his heart. "No, it could have been an effect because I was exhausted." he muttered and exhaled softly. He took a cloth and closed Menik's photo.

"Sorry, yes, Buk. Gita closed the photo of Ibuk wearing a cloth" he said as if asking for permission. After closing the photo, Gita went back up on the bed. He surfed in cyberspace so that he did not feel drowsy to bring him drifting to dreamland.

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A gentle touch surprised Gita, she felt a cold sensation running down both of her cheeks. When he opened his eyes, Bimo's figure was already next to him. The man seemed to be sleeping very soundly, his smooth snoring voice sounded ludicrous. He moved Bimo's hand that accidentally touched his cheek, which made the man wake up.

Bimo yawned and rubbed his eyes, "You're so asleep, I miss." His wife then hugged his wife.

It made Gita giggle amused, he felt a vibration from under his pillow. It was a prayer reminder alarm from his mobile phone, he immediately got up and tied his hair.

"We pray first dawn, Yang. This Abis I want to go to the market." take Gita.

Bimo seemed to disagree, he stared at the old Gita. "Eh, anu .. The prayer is postponed, yes?"

Hearing that made Gita link an eyebrow, "Loh, why? We usually pray together, too, Yang? Or, you want to go to the mosque?" tanyanya.

The man bit his lower lip, "Not, but ...,"

Gita immediately pulled Bimo's hand, "No buts! Come on, get up." He then pursed his lips.

Bimo finally relented, the two then worshiped together at dawn. While kissing her husband's hand, Gita feels something strange from her hair. Like something was moving and squirming. He quickly opened his face and found some living maggots walking in his hair. He screamed in fear, while Bimo quickly helped him.

"Oh my God, what is it, Yang?" point Gita at her face. He remembered well last night still using the mucus.

Bimo shook his head slowly, "Mu-there may be a carcass, Yang. The maggots fell on your face" he replied, which sounded absurd.

Gita stared long at her ivory white mukena, as she remembered after the prayer she hung the mukena, why did the mother move to her husband's desk? The table was located just below the Menik photo that he had covered last night with a cloth. He glanced at the photo, the cloth cover was still there.

"Which?" call Gita lirih.

Bimo who was folding his sheath immediately turned his head. "Yes, what's wrong, honey?"

Gita pointed towards the wall, while Bimo's eyes followed his wife's index finger. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be presumptuous." he murmured again.

Bimo knitted his brows, not understanding. "I'm sorry? Why?" He now turned around and looked at Gita with a look of confusion.

"That's, I'm covering up Ibuk's photo, wearing a cloth. I'm a little uncomfortable what's more his position facing us directly if salat." he smiled bitterly. His heart was worried that Bimo did not like what he was doing.

"the photo? What photo, Yang?" bimo asked confusedly.

Gita who heard the question knitted her brows, "That's, Ibuk's photo."

Bimo walks towards the wall where Gita kekeh shows Menik's photo, the man shakes his head and pulls the cloth used by Gita to close the photo of her in-laws last night.

"There are no photos, Yang. It's my bedroom window, you know." point it out.

Gita's chest was pounding again, Bimo's words were indeed true. It was a glass window that directly led to the side of the house. How can he forget if in Bimo's room there are two window frames, one can be opened, while the other is full of clear glass.

"La-then, last night ... What did I see, Yang?" tanya Gita stamped.

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