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...Inside the RUTAN...
"Duh, my eyes why the hell, mulu twitch," inner Sobri when he finished eating his rice cadong.
At this time he was still with the other prisoners, only one of his eyes twitching during the meal made him think of someone former Napi. Yes, indeed his best friend has now become an ex-Napi, but will he be a normal human in general?
Imagining Ezza's face wearing a work shirt dress and fierce face made Sobri had a laugh. The problem was shortly before he left, there was the intention of the former inmates to deforest Ezza. Honey, not until the good intentions are carried out, the former Napi has breathed free air.
You can imagine if when he came out yesterday in a state of plontos without a strand of hair would certainly make Ezza in ridicule or even not recognized by his wife and child.
"Akh, imagining something silly like this makes me miss his stupidity, wkwkwk, may you be happy pal."
After monologuing long enough with himself, Sobri then returned to his side. Because now the hour of freedom is over.
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On the way home, the feeling of Madam Taruna did not feel comfortable at all. There were a lot of strange thoughts attacking him.
"Why is Candy so scared when she sees her son, is there still a jinn in Arga's body that is still stubborn and does not want to go, or is there another soul who wants to enter it?"
I don't know, his mind is getting more and more unsettled. Intention to linger in the Candy house they undo and prefer to immediately return to the cottage.
While in the cottage, Kyai Sholeh still khusuk. His mouth always says prayers. As long as there is something in his mind that is not comfortable or disturbing, then he will take the water of ablution and return to teaching.
"May their journey be well" he prayed on the sidelines.
Lucky Madam Taruna listened to every word and request from her to go home immediately after the end of the lecture. Prohibition not to stop by his home was he obeyed. Because actually in the body Arga is still not completely clean. There are still many ghosts or subtle creatures who want to live in the body of Arga. Moreover, he never entered the jin/spirit. Of course it becomes something beneficial for other creatures if they can reside in Arga's body.
"Ma, Mama why the hell?" asked Arga astonished when he saw his mother's face was different.
"Mama, it's okay, you focus on driving!" Pinta Madam Taruna's.
Arga nodded. He also focused on staring at the streets so that their safety was maintained. While in the toll area, there was something that Arga felt at that moment. He felt that he was being watched, but he could not see it at all.
"Ma, can Arga ask you a favor?"
"Mama can help guide Arga sholawatan no, or Mama naji for Arga?"
Madam Taruna turned her head and nodded, "Yes, dear, I'll help you."
So Madam Taruna deliberately hardened her volume as she chanted the holy verses of the Qur'an. It was not like where he read it in his heart. The hot atmosphere was indeed felt by Arga, but he felt much better now than before when passing a point that was haunted by some people while in the toll.
"Alhamdulillah," Arga's mind shortly after making it out of the motorway.
The driving experience a few days ago made Arga and Madam Taruna reluctant to get out of the cottage. The existence of Arga is still the target of some astral beings. For some reason just inside the cottage, he felt comfortable. Until his decision to move finally approved by his father and mother.
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...Mother and Child Hospital...
Today is exactly two weeks of Pomegranate coma. There are no signs of life there. Some hose still faithfully attached to the woman's body.
C-section suture-free wounds have not fully dried. But the thing that made the question in the minds of the doctors was whether he would live or be forever in a coma?
Because honestly, the costs incurred are not cheap enough, only the cost is still borne by the police. It could be that some days they will withdraw their help because there has been no progress about his health.
Miris, of course, miris. Moreover, his greed for treasures, and the throne once made him dark-eyed. Even the dirty way he wears it.
Indeed, the thing that makes you happy in a moment is satanic deceit. Especially if it is found in the wrong way. What we plant, that's what we harvest. If it wasn't dark, everything would be fine.
Honey, everything has happened, and it will never be able to bring things back to the way they were.
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