The Mystery of the White House

53.

The figure of the woman who was in his view was now in a sweaty state. The beautiful net of money every day at the sight is now invisible and just tightly closed. Beautiful bed like a palace is now ravaged poranda like a storm.

" What really happened, Mum?" ask Vendra lirih.

" I also know Den. I am confused too. From earlier like that shah ayu" replied Simbok confused.

" I am afraid Den." replied Mbok Saroh by shaking and dripping clear liquid in his old net.

" Yes already. Tell me the beginning. Did he do something I've been forbidden?" ask Vendra.

" Ndak Den's. By Allah, always with Simbok. Before going to bed, Cah Ayu felt restless. He said he was thinking about Aden. And it happened with Simbok. Simbok is also worried about Aden and Bapak" Mbok Saroh said with a sob.

" And then??" ask Vendra.

" We perform the prayer so that we feel a little calm. And it happened. We are all sleeping together. But suddenly, Cah Ayu muttered and shouted. I'm woken. And I see Cah Ayu like this. I woke up but there was no response Den. Simbok kafirt Den "answer Mbok Saroh sobbing - sobs.

Mr. Darman who has arrived immediately sat next to his wife. Provide strength and comfort, so as not to feel excessive fear. His wife's testimony was very clear to him.

" Den, could it be?" ask Mr. Darman seriously.

" It is likely so sir. He was mumbling like something he didn't understand" Vendra said.

" Den.. was Cah Ayu mentioning Creatures!" mbok Saroh reminded.

" Is there a sender?" ask Mr. Darman seriously.

" Wes. You don't have to think there - there's a bune. It's all unclear. We are serving cah ayu. I'm sure he can get through this" said Mr.

" Wes, let's pray as much as we can. Prayers in any language. God knows and hears our prayers. Ask for help to Him is very important for now" said Mr. Darman.

" Yes sir" replied Mbok Saroh with a nod.

Vendra immediately headed to the bathroom. The two old men simply observed without question. The door was closed already. There was no long sounding water gurgling from inside the room. After waiting for a long time, the figure who has been waiting for.

" I'm sorry, I took a shower" he replied softly.

The net did not escape to see the sweet girl who was sleeping uneasily on her throne.

" Why are you in such an undue situation. Do you have anything to do with all this? Why you?" inner Vendra.

In silence, they immediately countered the Khalik to ask for protection and help. The mouths of the three men did not escape kamit kamit kamit I don't know what they read.

" Den, sorry sassy symbols. Perhaps it is time to open the Koran that Aden has left behind. Isn't Aden very clever?" say Simbok smooth.

" Hmmm" replied Vendra who had thought up to there.

" Don't be ashamed. Maybe this is when Aden can protect her that way! " said Mr. Darman chimed in.

" It's wudlu, isn't it? Take it!" simbok said as he held out a Koran.

" Take off?? Has there not been a Koran in this house?" ask Vendra quickly.

" Wes, take the spit. It's got Aden's girl" replied Mbok Saroh smiling.

" Heem" replied Vendra.

I don't know what's on the young man's mind. At the age of entering the mature age he is very far from the creator. And why God is still preparing the best soul mate for him.

" Bismillahhirrahmannrirrahim" he said.

The Quran was opened by reading Taawudz first. Read it slowly, like a touch. Yeah, that's right. That's what he just did. Stray, of course!

" Sik patiently, just slow down. Focus, khusuk Den. Kaya cah ayu nek mbaca" said Simbok who understood that Adennya was in nervous mode.

The old eye was unable to say, just a deep word of gratitude in his heart. His servant son who had been considered his own son was now on track. Back to the creator's path. Not because of coercion or coercion.

Although in a desperate situation, but for the sake of his great love for a beautiful girl who rolled weakly with anxiety.

" Allah, O God, you soften his petrified heart. Open the heart that has been somewhere. I can only pray for the best for him. Protect him and be happy in his life only in Your way. Aaminn" Inner Mbok Saroh.

The old hand that was not strong now rests in his old hand. The man who was always by his side. Even without children in their lives. Faithful who never fade in his soul.

" Thank God" said Mr. Darman.

" Yes sir" they whispered to each other.

Still in listening to the pronunciation and washed away with the murottal that has been heard. Although at the beginning is still flattened, now a melodious sound that echoed in the room.

" Shhhssss" sighs Aisyah with her eyes still closed.

The girl was closed but with a condition that was still agitated.

" Oooo... ww. ooonghhhh" he heard his almost inaudible and obscure speech.

The two old eyes were still watching the helpless girl silently and approached as she muttered - kamit with the recitation recited. While Vendra is still loyal to his murottals.

" ah... Oh...!!" said Aisyah who is now covered with a head-belt with high anxiety.

" Mass??" mbok Saroh said stopped.

" Maybe Aden Bune. Den, don't stop. Keep going. Hopefully it can help Cah ayu's consciousness!" said Mr. Darman seriously.