The Mystery of the White House

54.

The sound of the chanting of verses - the holy verse of the Koran echoed in every corner of the room. The room with a size of seven times eight meters is quite luxurious. The owner of the body is still faithful in his long sleep with complaints, hisses and even painful groans. I don't know what he felt in his long sleep.

When the time begins to show early morning, the owner of love is still always happy with the creator of the body and love for his recovery. Heart and patience now dominated his heart.

" Who is the sayup I hear? That voice??? That voice is no stranger to me!! Like...."

" Aahhhhss. What happened to my body? It hurts, it hurts so much. Why is my body full of bruises and wounds?"

" And.. Where is this? What world is this?"

A glance of beautiful eyes that now closed the petals recalled the qpa that happened before. That was the only thing that now dominated his mind.

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim"

" Aren't I with Simbok? And where is Simbok? I'm sure it's like being stuck in another dimension"

" Bismillahhirrahmannrirrahim "the beautiful eyes closed again while saying kamit, bermunajat to the Khaliq. The owner of his body and soul".

"Allahu laa ilaaha illaa huwal hayyul qoyyuum, laa ta’khudzu sinatuw walaa naum. Lahuu maa fissamaawaati wa maa fil ardli man dzal ladzii yasyfa’u ‘indahuu illaa biidznih, yes’lamu maa baina aidiihim wamaa kholfahum wa laa yuhiithuuna bisyai’im min ‘ilmihii illaa bimaa syaa’ wasi’a kurisyuhus sataawaati wal ardlo walaa ya’uuduhuu hifdhuumaa wahuwal ‘aliyyul ‘adhiim".

"Robbi a’uuzu bika min hamazaatisy-syayaathiin wa a’uuzu bika robbi ay yahdhuruun"

"Allaahumma innaa nastahfidhuka wa nastaudi'uka didianii wa anfusanaa wa ahlanaa wa aulaadanaa wa amwaalanaa wa kulla syai'in a'thaitanaa. Allahummaaj 'alnaa fii kanfika wa amanika wa psyakarika wa 'iyaadzika min kulli syaithaanim mariid wa jabbaarin 'aniid wa dzi 'ainin wa dzi baghyin wa min syarri kulli dzi syarrin innaka 'alaa kulli shai'in qadiir".

*He heard the faint sound of the chanting of the holy verse back in his hearing. The more he bermunajat with a serious heart, the more clearly the voice reverberated.

" Dad.."

" Yes, that's Vendra's voice. He chanted holy verses? "

" Thank God, somehow I can only give thanks for all this*"

" O !!!" say a deafening voice.

" I'll come back to harass you, so you can't come back !!! Haha"

" Yahaha"

The same sound, the deafening sound to the eardrum is ringing and makes anyone who hears it sick.

Suddenly the ground he was treading shook violently. Her tiny body was unable to maintain balance. Far away now the body mungi the owner of the body.

" *Aaaaaaaarggghhh, Astaghfirullahhaladzim "

" O God, I'm just giving it to you*"

Those beautiful eyes are now closed and are becoming more and more surrendered to their Lord.

Braaaaaakkkkk !!!!!

I don't know how many tens of meters from where it was. Sick, of course. The tiny body felt very crumpled.

" Aahhhhhh" he said.

The two pairs of old eyes were aghast from the tiredness of the eyes. And a pair of eyes that are always praised have also been staring at the source of the sound.

" Thank God" they said at the same time.

" Get me a drink Mbok" pinta Vendra.

" This Den" says a glass of water that has been left on the table that has been contaminated with the recitation of the holy verse of the Quran.

" Drink " said Vendra.

The baritone Sura now dominated his consciousness. And could not think for long with eyes slightly rubbed the tiny body according. The water in it.

" Bismillahhirrahmannrirrahim" said Aisyah.

" Thank God" said Aisyah relieved.

" Thank God "he said at the same time.

" Ahhh.. sorry" said Aisyah.

After being fully conscious, his body was in the arms of someone who was believed to hate him so much. The eagle's eyes were now implying the confusion he was facing. The girl refused to be touched .

" Hmm" replied Vendra coldly.

Yes, Vendra is aware of that. His coldness always dominated. Silence without sound, command without objection. Somehow the eyes that imply confusion and disappointment that alternately plastered.

The sweet girl just looked down and was clumsy. He came here and there like a dazed man. Those beautiful eyes now traced through every room. He expected it to be unresponsive.

" What are you looking for?" mbok Saroh.

The voice of the old woman resuscitated her confusion. He then looked up at the source of the voice. Confused mixed. Occasionally fingered the luxurious bed that dominated him.

" Your aura is already closed" the cold sentence had already slid by quickly.

The tiny hand immediately touched the tip of his head until he looked at his entire body. The confusion that was afflicting him now evaporated somewhere. There was only relief of his heart. He does not want to show his aura in front of people who are not mahromnya.

Vendra's? Sure ain't. Saroh Mbok? She's a fellow woman. Mr Darman? Yes, of course the old man. Who else? His tiny body was still wrapped in a face that he had been wearing before falling asleep and the incident happened to him.

" Alhamdulillah" he said.

" Genesis? Ah... That incident?" inner Aisyah.

" Mbok.." he said softly.

" Yeah ayu, symbok here. No need to be afraid, we take care of you here" Mbok Saroh said.

" How? What are you going through?" ask Vendra directly.

The eagle's eyes immediately squinted and intimidated him. That gaze made Aisyah slightly tremble and frightened. Not lost stuttering with what hit him just now.

" Den, patience. Not yet fully conscious" Mr. Darman reminded.

" Aish." said Vendra Lirih.

" Yes Mas" Aisyah replied with a look down in fear.

" Come here" said Vendra firmly.

The girl was scared and slightly stuttered with the owner's words. His mouth still vividly remembered in his ears to this day. His tall ego that he had built himself was still clearly visible in Aisyah's eyes. And the cold and sharp behavior is still felt up to the recesses of kalbunua.

" Come closer" Mbok Saroh assured with a nod and a sincere smile on his old face that had implied a fine line.

Doubt it for sure, trembling what else. Can only look at those eyes with a slightly softened gaze. Keep looking at those eyes until there is no meaningful rejection or anger.

The tiny arms fell without approval and aba - aba then on her deck in the confines of a comfort embrace. He wore the head until he rubbed the girl's back gently.

" I'm sorry" said Vendra Lirih.

That was the only sentence Ayesha heard. Hugs that have been needed to strengthen and strengthen his heart in living life. I don't know what flavor spread and dominate Aisyah's heart at that time.

" Mah" said Aisyah lirih.

" One more time" pinta Vendra softly.

" Maa.." said Aisyah who had not finished.

Fucked tiny lips that have since chanted the name "Mas" his version. And it makes its own vibe in Vendra's heart. I don't know what that taste is. Nano - nano? Sure oes...