
If someone has allied themselves with the devil, or they have made a pact with the devil. That's when your freedom began to fall away. Indirectly you will follow every habit of their habitat.
Although at first you just try, but in fact you will be trapped deeper and it will be difficult to return. Their ruse was perfect, not even the slightest flaw.
When you begin to enter their world, inevitably you must submit and obey their every word. If not, then life could be at stake.
Maybe you can get happiness fast. But remember, the happiness you achieve will never be eternal. Even though the tumbar you gave.
Only one way is best for you if you want to survive. Repent, and ask forgiveness to the owner of life. Only by surrendering to God can you be truly happy.
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While Pomegranate was still crying while hugging both of his legs. His life feels played with right now. But he was also confused as to what kind of behavior.
Meanwhile, a Javanese song chant once popularized by Waljinah with the title Lelo Ledung flowed beautifully in the hut area.
...Tak lelo, lelo, lelo edung...
...Cep meneng ojo pijer...
...My son is ayu rupane...
...Yen nangis ndak ilang ayune...
...Tak gadhang urip mulyo...
...Dadiyo wanito...
...Asmane wong tuwo...
...Dadiyo pendhekaring...
...Wis cep menengo my son...
...Kae moon ndadari...
...Koyo buto...
...Nggoleki cah nangis...
...Tak lelo, lelo, lelo edung...
...Wes cep menengo ngger, my son...
...Not with Batik Kawung slendang...
...Yen nangis mundak mother confused...
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To be honest Ki Parto was not this kind of person before, just because her bad past made her have to choose a profession to be a shaman.
Similarly, Pomegranate who from childhood was never considered to exist by his mother.
>>FLASH BACK ON
"Mas, come back, I love you so much .. I beg ... "
A beautiful woman was crying hysterically when her husband left her. He never even went home, he just came home and he just came to sue Pomegranate's mother.
"Mas ... come back .. I beg you mas..."
Despite apologizing, the man did not look at him at all. He immediately stepped on the gas car and drove his car leaving Pomegranate and his mother.
Even he did not pay attention to his wife who became a spectacle of complex citizens.
"Mom, already, you should go in, pity the mother's child inside if the mother is like this," persuaded one of the citizens who pity him.
"But Ms. .. hu .. hu ..." she kept crying hysterically.
Some of her neighbors took her inside and calmed her down.
In that car. A man still feels heartache. Of course because his love has been betrayed for years.
"Thus ... Pomegranate is not my son," snapped the man.
Pomegranate Mother simply looked down without answering.
"Why did you do that to me Cit, how could you betray my love like this."
"Maos ..."
"Enough! From now on I'll drop three talaq on you."
"Nrank ..."
"I'm sorry if I was wrong for loving you."
Not wanting to hurt his wife for longer, he chose to leave immediately. Although in fact it made his wife cry hysterically calling his name.
In the car, he occasionally hit the steering wheel.
The man felt lied to because it turned out that Pomegranate was not his flesh blood. When I got married, my wife was one month pregnant. He foolishly believed that the child conceived at that time was the result of his actions.
Logically speaking, if he is a biological child, of course their blood type is the same. But in fact the blood type of Pomegranate with his father is different.
Of course it made her husband angry and immediately left her. Since then, only my mother took care of Pomegranates.
Until that night, his father came and threw him away. He did not even want to recognize Pomegranate as his son and asked his wife to remove his name list from his family card.
Of course his mother did not accept it. Instead of fixing things, his father immediately filed for divorce from his mother that night.
The little pomegranate could only hide behind the door of his room. He did not dare to look or ask his father for a sling. In his heart he missed his father.
Since then Pomegranate was dumped in an orphanage by her mother. Until the last news he got that his mother had died of an overdose.
Since then Pomegranate is not a girl who grows well. The wounds in her memory made her grow into another girl.
What he wants, should he get, though in the wrong way. In order to smooth his desire to become a rich man, he also pretended to work in a salon.
Because there he easily got his prey.
>>FLASH BACK OFF
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...Luna's House...
Various preparations were made at the house. Although only an application, but the welcome has been done with all*****biznya.
Various kinds of pastries have been prepared, until the clothes that will be used when the application later are ready.
Luna was so lucky that her long-sailing heart was back. The promise they made in childhood is now imminent.
The man really kept his promise. Their love has even gone through various tests until the end of this happy moment can be done immediately.
A few weeks ago ...
"Assalamu'alaikum..."
"Yes, this is Mas Aldo?" answer Luna sumringah.
Aldo, across the street, smiled as his first love remembered him.
"Well, it's me deck."
"Alhamdulillah ahirnya call me."
"Yes, it's kangen time."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, oh yes say hello to father and mother, in two weeks I will come to propose to you."
"Huh, really?"
"If you don't believe me, wait a few more hours, then my brother will come to your house."
"Yes, thank you very much."
"That good intention must indeed be hastened the deck."
"Yes, thank you for choosing me."
"Together deck, Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam mas."
Soon, Luna tells her parents about her engagement to Aldo.
"Mother .. father ..."
"What is it to nduk koke run like that."
"A-anu buk, that's Aldo .. in two weeks to propose to Luna."
"Alhamdulillah .." cried the two of them.
"Finally your wait is beautiful."
"Yes Buk, thank God."
While the father from the backyard approached the two most valuable women in his life.
"What's up to Bu-ne?"
"Anu .. This is sir, Luna our son's two-week song wants to be applied to Aldo's son."
"Alhamdulillah" they cried together.
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