Second Eye

Roy's Other Victims (illustration)

"I also did not expect that his fate would be like that. My parents, especially my mother, cried when they heard it. He felt sorry, for not preventing his uncle from taking Susan who had become a kara."

"It's too late to regret it all. Now the most important thing is to take care of the child Susan has entrusted to you. Oh yeah, Susan didn't tell me about the cause of him that made it easier for you to hide his son's identity?" my many.

"Yes, he said he didn't want his son's life to be threatened like that."

"meaning? Then Susan already felt that her life was in danger at that time?"

"Yes, Roy is responsible for everything. He caused my friend to suffer such bad luck!" hildan began to grow angry.

"Roy? A junkie? Is that the same person who wiped out Riri's life? A girl's life at stake just to keep her good name?" my own mutter tried to match the description from Hildan just now.

"You know Roy?" asked Hildan who had heard my words.

"I'm not sure, but I feel like this has something to do with it. I'm helping uncover the death of a girl named Riri. And the rich man we suspect is also named Roy."

"Is that the same person?" ask Hildan.

"See, but we can find it together. So that there will be no further casualties" said I who had stopped walking, when he arrived at the door of Azzam's room.

"You're right. If you want to look for it, I'm ready to help at any time. Just call my number on the business card I gave you," he said, reminding me of a piece of paper in the bag.

"God willing. Then I'll go in first!"

"Your relatives are being treated here?" point it at the door behind me.

"Yes, more precisely my future priest. But inside was my mother and her mother who came all the way from our country."

"Ohh... So. Yes, I went to my foster child's room too. Don't forget to let me know if anyone has anything to do with Roy!" hildan said as she walked away.

"Ready! I still have questions for you, too. But you better tell me next time," I said, waving goodbye.

"About what?" hildan asked, pausing, and immediately looked back again.

"About your hasty attitude while driving me to Memey's house a while ago."

"Oh that. Long to tell now. I also want to ask you about what happened to that family. Yes, next time we meet, all introduce to your future priest," he said smilingly, mocking my words earlier.

"God willing."

"Good night!" he said he set foot again, towards where his adopted son is being treated at this time.

I slowly opened the door to this room. Be careful not to wake someone who may have fallen asleep at this hour.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I whispered softly as I stepped into the treatment room of Azzam's sister.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Is it over, son?" ask the mother who was still sitting with umi and a nurse who was changing the infusion of Azzam's sister.

"No, Bund. Just find the guy. In case God is clear. Aish to the bathroom for a while, the story continues later," I said putting the bag on the nightstand, then walking towards the indoor bathroom.

"Lhoh, weren't you just from the bathroom near the nurse's guard?" the nurse asked me to stop my steps.

"No. I just got home, Sus! In this room there is a bathroom, why go there?" my many.

"Well that's him. I also asked you like that. But you just smile, just keep going straight to the bathroom. I guess, this bathroom room is again problematic."

"No really! Absolutely not to the bathroom outside, because this is really new home," I said wagging my collar.

"God.... To be taken again means this," the sister said making us all laugh.

"It's over with the change of infusion. Hehh.... Had to go through the bathroom again before going to the post nurse," lamented the nurse gave a rude sigh.

"I'll take it if I don't dare" bargained.

"No, thank you. Hopefully it will not appear again," said the nurse.

"If you ever show up like me again, tell me to meet me here. It's nice to look like it's not royalty," I said, adding to the laugh before the sister left.

"Mending is not seen again, kapok!" the nurse smiled as she opened the door.

I continued my steps towards the bathroom, to clean myself up. Then lay his head on the lap of the mother, on the thick carpet of the floor of this house. Close my eyes and tell me about everything I've been through. Until I felt unconscious.

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"Good morning, beautiful!" azzam said when the alarm woke me up to perform my worship.

"It's even more beautiful if it's closer to closing the aura. If you close the meeting, you do not need to ask for royalties to the genie that resembles," chirped mother a little relaxed, but managed to make me even more embarrassed.

"God willing," I said staggering to purify myself a little before performing this duty at dawn.

I wash every part that must be done as a condition of legal wudhlu. After I had poured water and soap to wipe my sweat. Then I closed all the aurats that had not been sealed before.

Right said mother. Maybe there is something wrong in me, until the genie wants to resemble my physical form. But my main purpose is to close the aurat, because I don't want my father's good deeds to falter. By my actions that contain the motions.

And now it's time for me to start improving, starting with the clothes I wear every day. Even though Mother did not say that, I actually prepared a change of clothes that covered.

"Bismillah." I said, starting out of the bathroom.

"Masyaa Allah.

I move forward, preparing for worship this morning. Glancing at the patient who had been lying down, he had now started to sit up and gaped at himself.

"Azzam!" the soft word earth spread its gaze to me.

"Astaghfirullah's. I'm sorry, to the chuckle," said Azzam, looking down in shame, and immediately rubbed his slightly reddened face.

I shook my head when I saw his attitude. Although actually I myself also blushed, because the wrong behavior of Azzam brother who was confused looking for an excuse. But I smile, and go back to wearing mukena.

Two times I lived, then continued to read the verses from my scriptures through with great wisdom. Begging for forgiveness for my mistakes all along. And keep asking that we can keep the truth of the Creator in this world.

"Alhamdulillah," I said thankfully for all the favors I had received, while folding all the equipment I had just used.

"Are you sure you want to wear clothes like this? Mommy does not want to force, but suggests the best," said the mother smiled reassuringly.

"God willing. Pray for Aish to always be able to take care of himself, and improve worship until the end of life."

"Aamiin..," answered everyone.

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