The Blood Of God's

WE ARE UNITY #51

Haidar woke up from his sleep. his tubun with a sweat bath made his clothes wet.The man's breath was irregular. Haidar turned his head to look at Aisyah who was sleeping by his side.

fortunately, the wife did not wake up from her sleep. Haidar rubbed his face for a moment and sat on the side of the bed.

Astagfirullah.... What's wrong with me??? why did that figure appear to see me??? why did I get lost back to that place???

Haidar sighed and rubbed his face back up to his hair and the man realized that he had been bathed in sweat that made his pajamas soaked.Slowly, the man opened and stripped himself naked, throw the wet pajamas on the floor wrapped in a rug. Haidar went back into the blanket.

many times he tried to sleep, but his eyelids were not able to close. Haidar finally gave up, let his two eyes nyalang staring at the ceiling of the room, divorced drowsiness and drove him away.

a true fighter, knows who he is... Whoever knows himself... will know God..... What does that mean????

the thought in Haidar's mind was playing around trying to guess what was the purpose behind the speech of the lion-faced figure.

ah damn that thing... Why didn't he just tell me the answer? why force me to search? telelilolo.... Was it all this time that I was wrong in controlling the blood of that god???

Haidar closed his eyes but did not sleep.he just meditated in that position.before long, otu man has explored his own subsconcius nature. he stood staring at the flickering expanse of star-like light scattered in the pitch-black room.

soon a voice sounded.

"Dwine..."

Haidar immediately turned around.His originally stiff face slowly revealed a smile.

"Father.." said Haidar.

the figure before him was indeed Trias Ali, in the form of his astral body.The old man was wearing a bate outfit, a beskap-like brackets shirt combined with a batik holster coiled around the waist. his pants are also long up to the calf and he wears a salve of batik cloth. really displays the figure of a qualified langga practitioner.

the astral body of Trias smiled. "How are you, my grandson?" greet the grandfather.

Haidar who was hit by the feeling of having to cry again. "Father..I miss you so much.." - Sedu Haidar.

"Why are you so whiny, son?" another voice behind him. Haidar turned his head again.this time what appeared was the astral body of Kenzie.the man was wearing a long robe with a sticky bekhtasy-style turban on his head. "You, just hit by such a calamity, are willing to give up." said Kenzie, "Don't embarrass me dong." he said.

Trias laughed, "Ken, you have already fallen down the stairs anyway he." scolded the old man, calming the friend who was at once his besi.

Kenzie then slapped hard on Haidar's burly shoulder. "Remember son! the concept of self-knowledge is one of the basic ways of human beings to know God.You, just want to trace the base of the stairs are willing to give up." said Kenzie.

"Ken, already.pity our granddaughter you keep getting angry." scolded Trias back. The grandfather then looked at Haidar.

"What are you thinking?" ask Trias.

"I found out who I really am." replied Haidar.

"You know, it's just you." said Trias. "Body, it's your body."

"But. I'm confused, Bapu." complains Haidar with a kelu.

"Not to confuse you." exclaimed Kenzie. "You remember that in man there are four ***** that affect man himself."

"Tell me, Opa." pinta Haidar.

"You've already begun to forget again the teachings of the two of us to you?!" kenzie's nagging menowel-nowel temple Haidar. "In man there is Anger, Lawwamah, Mulhimah and Muthmainnah."

...*****...

Haidar opened his eyes.His soul was forcefully pulled from the subsconcius realm towards reality.

*yeah! that'sthat's him! four***** in human beings. Anger, Lawwamah, Mulhimah and Muthmainnah. Lawwamah is like water, Mulhimmah is like the wind and Muthmainnah is the land. Apparently, I am still trapped in the side of Anger so that the blood of the gods responds to it and displays the other side of me... one who knows himself knows God.

that'sthat's him! The muthmainnah!

oh quiet soul! The muthmainnah! quiet soul*!

Haidar took a deep breath.The man got up and stared at the wall clock that showed at 3am. Haidar stepped into the bathroom and cleaned himself at once berwudhu. after that he came out wearing a towel and stepped towards the closet and then opened it.

the man pulled out a shirt and put it on, then he closed the closet again. Haidar took the sarong and prayer mat located on the nightstand.he wore a sarong and spread the prayer mat.

in the silence of that blind morning towards dawn, Haidar was immersed in the Qiyamullail prayer ritual, only to search for the meaning of the word al-muthmainnah...

...*****...

the tulup of Samirep's legacy arrived this afternoon, delivered by the courier of a bona fide shipping company.The man stared at a set of inflatable weapons, complete with ankars stored in the eggplant.

Ancar is a needle-shaped projectile decorated with feathers on its back.The bullet is made from the midrib of the sagoer tree.while the binoculars are a kind of tube to store the ancar. the chopsticks themselves are made of Lombok wood, Meranti (Shorea).

Haanish observes the traditional weapon, as does Marissa.the man looks up at his wife.

"My dear, can you imitate this weapon with other, more powerful materials?" haanish Fishing.

Marissa looked at Djalenga. " Sister, are all these traditional weapons made from meranti wood?" search Marissa.

"Yes, adek." replied Djalenga, "For the texture of meranti wood is hard and durable. In the village, this wood is also the construction material of our houses. the wood has little moisture content but is durable and does not expand or shrink easily even at temperatures that often change."

Marissa nodded. "Because, we don't need to replace it with other ingredients.Meranti itself can be concluded as an adequate material." the woman looked at Haanish. "Denai seems to have to slightly change the pattern of Kak Djalenga's combat outfit."

"Why? is solid armor not suitable for him?" ask Haanish.

Marissa looked back at Djalenga who sat holding a set of tulups in her hand. "Given this traditional weapon, make sure Kak Djalenga's lifestyle is a hunter." guess Marissa and looked at Haanish. "So the combat clothes that were suitable for him were suit type armor instead of solid armor."

"Good analysis, Adek." praised Djalenga.

"Sir, is my wife you?" omel Haanish makes Djalenga can only smile awkwardly. this man's character in front of him is indeed the winds.

"Remember Djalenga! our mission is to free Dinara, and I leave that to you completely to prove that you are worthy of Dinara." Haanish said.

"Am I going to move alone, Brother?" ask Djalenga.

"Yes, we both move." haanish scolded again."But I'm just gonna clear your way and you're gonna set Dinara free."

"So, not upside down?" marissa Fishing.

"Why upside?" ask Haanish.

"Oh, this samurai Uda seems to have forgotten the war strategy huh?" sindir Marissa's. "Sir Djalenga with his chopsticks, it can act as marksman.and Uda as the executor of cleaning."

"Is she?" muttered Haanish pondered.

"Yes dong, my dear husband." said Marissa poking her husband's chin. "Sir Djalenga is a type of projectile weapon, the power of the range if I pay attention to it can be up to 15 meters. fit into a sniper, eh. he means a sharpshooter. well if Uda is a sword weapon, a sword, it's a close contact weapon, so Uda's better suited to be both an intruder and a cleaner. That's it."

Haanish laughing. "Oh yeah, huh? how did I forget?" the man then poked his wife's chin again. "Thank You Say..."

"Say's? what is Syaithon's denai?" beat Marissa with a frown.

"Lha? who says you're syaithon, who?" reply Haanish. "And I said, thank you, Say.. Why is it a syaithon anyway?"

"I'm sorry, hurry!" sue Marissa.

"I'm sorry for what, honey? I'm not.." haanish.

"I'm sorry, or let's go home now!" threaten Marissa with teary eyes.

the hormone progesterone again peaked. mending just give up first. for the sake of my son...

Haanish then knelt down and raised his hand to hug his wife's waist. "Issha, my wife...I'm sorry?"

Marissa immediately stroked her stomach and smiled then nodded happily. Haanish breathed a sigh of relief.

thank goodness....

the man then got up and smiled looking at Marissa.

"What's Uda looking at?" sergeant.

"Well, how are the days getting fiercer." lamented Haanish.

"Belgium!" exciting Marissa. "Awas. this day should not be near." threatened the woman and immediately waltzed away leaving Haanish who could only see the behavior of his pregnant wife young.

...*******...

all day, Haidar did not enter the office.he entrusted the arrangement of his schedule to his secretary. Haidar also said that he would be on leave for a few days.

📞 "For this week, my schedule with the clients is postponed. remember! I give you the flexibility to set my schedule, not my job.understand?!"

📞 "Understanding Sir." replied the secretary. "Then, what about the deputy director? can he be present today?"

📞 "No. But you can contact Aunt Dewi. ask her advice about management. okay? I close this conversation first.I will call you again." said Haidar.

the man then put the phone handle in place.he looked at Aisyah.

"We will leave Umma." said Haidar.

"Be careful" said Aisha, "And do not forget to remember Allah."

"Change..the spirit!" added Aya Sofia.

Haidar came forward to hug the two most important people in his life now.after which he let go and stepped into the suitcase accompanied by the steps of Aisyah and Aya Sofia.

in the sign, Haanish was hugging Marissa who was crying.

"Relax.I'm going to Abi's house.not anywhere" Haanish said trying to calm his wife.

"But it's over Uda to England to fight against the Dracna clan." sedu Marissa, "Denai was afraid just in case..."

"Hush!" sela Haanish's. "Don't be so prejudiced. keep praying and reciting." the man kissed Marissa on the forehead. "I'll go first. Aisha will accompany you."

on the side of the road, Djalenga stood beside the travel car of an airline owned by SOEs who were booked directly to Haidar to pick them up and take them to the airport.

Haanish knelt down and stroked Marissa's belly which was beginning to appear bloated. "Dad go, son. Don't make your mother sad?" the man kissed his wife's stomach and then got up and stepped back, not looking.

Marissa was about to follow again but immediately detained Aisyah who then hugged her.The young mistress was sobbing to see her husband went hardened, not turning her head at all until she boarded the travel car, which was, followed by Haidar and Djalenga, the vehicle then drove away from the residence of Ali.

"Don't cry over her disappearance." said Aisyah softly. "Haanish went to fulfill his duties as a brother to his sister, and so did Haidar." Aisyah swept over Marissa's head gently. "We as wives, can only let go and pray, may they return in perfect condition and willingly let go when they, behind only the name remains."

Aya Sofia hugged Marissa. "Auntie don't be sad dong.we're both, there for Auntie...."

and the three people then dissolved in their own feelings. []