The Blood Of God's

PLAY FOR ME #19

Marina stood some distance away from where they were sitting gathered.the woman stared at Haanish.

"Oh, apparently you." said Marina. "When did you arrive?"

"just now. Marinka's the one who picked me up." Haanish replied. "How are you?"

Marina stepped closer and sat down beside Airina. "Thank God, I'm fine.I heard, in two days we'll be together in Russia.really?" ask Marina.

"I'm going to Dagestan, looking for a man named Miriam Nurmagonegov" Haanish replied.

"Not that, you were my companion in the meeting with Mikail Usmanov, realizing cooperation in the field of steel production?" marina asked, furrowing her brows at Haanish then her mother.

"Yes, he will accompany you." replied Airina. "After that, he's going to Dagestan."

"Does that not incriminate you?" marina asked, looking at Haanish, the young man flicked his finger with a smile.

"Eatya this is where the role of Uncle to facilitate me." said Haanish made Akram laugh.

"I've understood your mother's way of mind. I have a new suit armor that I developed. it's a new type of nanotech variant.I will give it to you." said Akram.

"Is that a prototype again?" ask Haanish.

"But I developed it." answered Akram. "I have also fixed a special scabbard for the Wind Slaughterer, based on the prototype of the sheath your father used when he faced Sergey Basarab at the Catatea La Poenari."

"It's good then.I think you should get ready in the next two days, until the time of our departure." Marina then got up and looked at her parents. "Umi, Abi, sawf 'aidzir nafsi 'iilaa ghurfati."

Airina nodded. Akram smiled. "Khudi al'umur bibasatat ya abnati." he replied.

Marina nodded slowly then stepped away from the place. Marinka followed her older sister and looked at Haanish. "What's wrong with her? does Uda know?"

Haanish could only smile and shrug.he then looked at Airina. "Auntie."

"Show me the room, Marinka." pinta Airina.

Marinka swiftly stood up and looked at Haanish. "Let me show you." take her.

Haanish got up while carrying the Wind Slayer who was hidden in the cloth, he followed Marinka's casually swinging steps towards the left wing of the Williams residence.

meanwhile, Marina, who had entered her room, stepped towards the window and opened the curtains, letting the daylight explore the room.

"Apo kaba waang nan disinan.. walopun hanyo lemaik jo space maya, kito saliang manyapo. but salalu ado arok ... nan sagalanyo denai titip'an in do'a...." his sigh slowly and then closed his eyes enjoying the sunlight united with the gentle breeze of the afternoon.

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

Haidar meditated alone in a private dojo on the floor of the Lasantu residence.The man was bare-chested, wearing only blood red training pants, sitting cross-legged in an upright position. his breathing was regular, clear from his chest that was expanding and deflating regularly as well. His hands were on his knees propping Golok Ailesh in his arms.

long in such a position, let the pure air in the body flow from the ends of the prana nesting on the point of pingala, ida and both then get into the point of shumsuna. the combination of pingala (yang) and ida (yin) points in the shusumna, gives rise to a balance of natural energy circulation that is fused in the body.

as prana is a universal cosmic energy so there will be no such thing as consciousness if it is not supported by prana. essentially, one is called life when it has prana. when prana leaves the body, one is called life when it has prana, so death will occur. In basic physics, humans have two nervous systems called sympathetic nerves and parasympathetic nerves.The two are interrelated to support human life.Sympathetic nerves correlate with shumsuna point, shumsuna point, while parasympathetic correlates with breath, blood and water circulation in the human body.

a long time later, the two young men's eyes opened and traced the floor of the dojo with a synthetic rubber-based mattress.The young man lifted Ailesh's machete and got up and stood firmly holding the weapon in his hand.

in the cold of the night, Haidar retrain the silat techniques once taught by his two grandfathers.Taking on Ailesh's machete in his hands, Haidar practices attacking techniques that target seven vital points in the human body.

Salman, who was hungry in the middle of the night, woke up and heard the sound of someone shouting, the bald-headed young man wearing only knee-length tights and a t-shirt, out of the room and down the stairs to the first floor, the voice became clearer and finally Salman learned the voices came from the private dojo.

Salman ventured closer and peeked out of the door of the dojo that opened a little. he watched the dazzling dance moves of the silat and langga that Haidar practiced using the machete Ailesh. his hunger vanished changing unique sensations to try out the ability of the man while training in the middle of dinner.

Haidar himself, maybe too focused in his training, did not have time to sharpen his hearing dria. he continued to do movement after movement in the attack technique using the machete. until finally Haidar managed to complete the last movement of the style of silat Kenzie teachings, the young man returned to his original attitude, hide the machete from the bottom to the back and put the left palm on the right chest and then stick the face reading tranquilizing prayers.

POK POK POK...

Haidar was shocked for a moment and turned to see Salman clapping his hands many times with a amazed face, standing in front of the shoji door that revealed.The light from the next room highlighted the dojo room whose lighting was blurry.

"You.." murmured Haidar.

"Dine! steady!" praise Salman then stop standing applause then come to Haidar. "I'm really lucky tonight.imagine me who suddenly woke up from hunger and then watched a great silat show.I was really surprised and excited to watch your silat dance. study where the hell?"

Haidar calmed the roar of his breath that was still hunting while Salman was casually sitting in the flat and cross-legged facing Haidar as if a student asking for knowledge to a teacher. salman's eyes highlighted the cleaver in Haidar's grasp.

"That's Uncle Akram's Golok Ailesh, right?" guess Salman.

Haidar stared at the machete in his grasp and then nodded slowly.The young man exhaled to throw away the aura of fatigue and then sat down to offer his legs at the matras.His sitting position sideways made Salman was on his left. ailesh's machete was placed halfway between himself and Salman.

"Papa bequeathed this machete to me" said Haidar who while doing a leg stretch in order to cool down.

Salman nodded and asked again, "Learning silat where the hell? how about something else with silat streams that I know of?"

Haidar turned to look at Salman, then leaned again while stretching his legs. "I took it with the art of langga."

"Langga???" salman Mumam.

"But why do you have such rare art?" search Salman.

"The art of Langga Suwawa school, held by the Mantulangi family, the family of my female Totu. Opa Kenzie and Bapu Trias studied silat and langga from one of the late elders in the Mantulangi family, namely Bapu Ridhwan. from Opa Kenzie and Bapu Trias, I inherited this art." said Haidar. (to know who Bapu Ridhwan is, please read the first novel: Lazuardi Cinta.)

Salman mangosteen heard Haidar's speech which relates a little to his family history.The bald man smiled too.

"I also mastered the techniques of ralek kumango style Alkatiri family from Amai Syafira Alkatiri. he forced Aden to learn ralek because Aden was the only man in the William-alkatiri family. understand it is one of the family heirlooms that must be handed down to the Williams-alkatiri family dunsanak." said Salman also.

"You've seen my family's silat stream" said Haidar. "Now, I ask you to show me one or two moves from your family's Silek kumango." he asked.

Salman laughed and shook his head while shaking his fingers in front of his face. "Seeing the speed, accuracy and beauty of your silat dance style, Aden even became less likely to show my family's kumango ralek. Moreover, I did not really master it well." declined the man subtly.

"Don't be too low in front of me" said Haidar smiling flatly. "Be fair to your brother.show me even a little." Pinta Haidar.

Salman weighed the young man's request.he finally gave up and nodded then got up and stepped into the middle of the room.he looked at Haidar who was already sitting cross-legged.

"Aden hope the waang do not get angry to see the movement of Aden silat which is more like a raging gorilla" said Salman low.

"Uwito ja'tawa 'u. pobilehi mayi boyito silatimu." pinta Haidar a little pushy.

Salman nodded.he then stood ready in the attitude of alif.then the bald man began demonstrating two-three moves in the silk kumango he mastered. Haidar watched and analyzed every move Salman played until the man completed the last move of the style he played and returned to his previous stance, the attitude of alif. Salman looked at Haidar in his hunting breath.

"How's it?" ask the man restlessly.

"Very powerful and sturdy." commented Haidar, "The concept of the ampek steps you play it looks like a peg that hits the floor.it looks weak and deceptive."

"Waang looked too high." said Salman who returned to sit in front of Haidar.

Haidar shook his head. "No. You're wrong to think I'm like licking you. I'm analyzing everything. the concept of the tuo step and the baroque incandescent that appears in the three moves you play shows a combination of a single attack and defense technique."

Salman subconsciously straightened his chest upon hearing the young man's comments before him. Haidar.

"I think, in the future, we both have to compete" said Haidar.

"Sorry, bro. Aden doesn't like to fight." Salman said.

"Compare it is necessary, not in the form of showing our arrogance as martial practitioners, Uda Salman, but to study each other and fill every weakness in the techniques, he said, both the attack and the defense that we held in a real fight." replied Haidar.

Salman nodded at the young man's reply. Haidar continued, "There is a saying that says the more people sweat in the match practice, the less likely it is for him to be injured in a life-and-death fight. Such is the concept of a match test, Uda."

Salman nodded again and smiled widely. "Well.so when are we going to do a test match?" ask Salman with enthusiasm.

"It's definitely not tonight" replied Haidar. "Time has crept into the early hours of the morning.I guess we both have to rest for a while to recover the wasted energy earlier."

Salman laughed and nodded happily.

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

the clock has shown at four o'clock in the morning when Haanish has just finished his qiyamullail prayer ritual.the man rarely practices the practice of sunnah.but at certain times, Haanish will certainly do it, Haanish will certainly do it, although unscheduled as Haidar who every night always adorned himself with the ritual, except he was very tired and sleepy.

the young man sat cross-legged and pulled out a strand of juzu tasbih but had modified the number of grains from 108 to 33 grains according to the recitation of dhikr. Haanish inherited the tasbih from Sandiaga, his father who obtained it as a gift from the admiration of a Nichiren Buddhist monk.

dhikr chanting continues to flow from Haanish's lips that komat-kamit. sometimes the young man's body shivering, not because of holding the cold from dawn but the creeps caused by something that he did not understand.

finally, the dhikr words were finished as well. slowly Haanish's eyes opened, and...

ASTAGFIRUL!!!

Haanish jumped almost strayed when he found a girl wearing a pure white face sitting firmly propped up on her chin with her palm.The other hand hugged her own body.The girl's face was clean, clean, and so beautiful with both eyes that continue to look at Haanish.

after losing his shock, Haanish fixed his seat and brought his face closer to the young woman.

"If you are a Muslim genie, then go, for among our people are bound by a covenant with the prophets and apostles not to disturb one another, if you are jinn ifrit, then go too because I'm not interested in your beauty!" haanish exclaimed softly, afraid that his voice could be heard until he left the room.

the girl mukena actually laughed a little and then changed her attitude to sit up straight.

"Do you think this denai looks like a genie?" ask the girl with the touch.

"Where do I know?" haanish said, putting his face on for a moment, then looked at the famous girl again. "To my knowledge, the humanoid creature that appears suddenly before man means the jinn."

the mouched girl raised an eyebrow many times while smiling. "Yes, consider me a Muslim genie if it makes you happy."

"What are you really? jin or man?" haanish asked and then reached out to touch the cheek of the girl. "Lho's? it's real! can touch! you mean dong man!"

"Did I ever tell you that I'm a genie?" touch the woman with a pouting face, but the more make her face more beautiful. "Someone thinks I'm a genie."

Haanish raised his hand and calmed himself down. "All right, I was wrong." he admitted. "Now, may I know what your name is?"

with a blushing smile, she introduced herself, "My name, Marissa Williams.."[].