The Mystery of the White House

63.

The tiny body was now a little agitated. His sleep was not so calm. Move little by little. Stiffened.and before long the sweat had wetted his forehead. A little murmuring, still not so clear. Wiry.. very clean.

The burly body now realized, woke up and noticed the face of the idol. Now anxiety enveloped his heart. I don't know what her lover dreamed of that it felt very disturbing.

" Aish.." call her soft.

Gently shake the shoulders of the wife. And there is no boredom to wake the wife from her sleep. Nightmares have enveloped his wife's sleep.

" Aish.." call her again.

Patted that smooth cheek. However, the owner did not respond to that. Continuously called to him in that night. What if the dream comes back.

The hand then looked for his old phone to call someone.

" Hello.." a heavy voice sounded from across the phone.

" Sir.please..." Vendra just said that sentence.

I don't know why the phone died on its own. An uncomfortable feeling now enveloped his heart. Something will happen out of control.

" Abaghfirullahhaladzim" he said.

" She always thinks and don't forget to always read whatever you can. Assure your heart that God will always be there for you"

The words arrived - suddenly ringing in his ears. Not dissipated memory and buzz that seemed to be present exploded by itself. Now he commits us to read prayer - prayer. Whatever it is read. Dhikr is always spoken without fatigue. Only trust in the heart if God will help it from the dangers that ensnare it.

In the back pavilion. Two people who are starting to age are now panic-stricken. The phone call from the master was only short and somehow when the call back was not connected.

Anxiety enveloped the hearts of the two men. Immediately run with a crowd - gopoh testing the main house. When going into the house, somehow there are so many obstacles and obstacles alternately.

Suddenly, a cat appeared that seemed to want to stab them deliberately. But they swiftly dodged and did not get the cat's scratch. But, for some reason when the cat was about to be chased had already disappeared.

" Sir... cat!!!" mbok Saroh.

" Mom, don't forget the prayer !!" persemat Mr. Darman.

" Iyo Pak" replied Mbok Saroh nodded steadily.

They immediately headed for the door, but the main house door was locked. It was unusual for the master to detail the main house connected to the pavilion.

" Wes, iki ra is done Mbok !! (Whoa, this is not right Mbok!!) " said Mr. Darman.

" Version chair sir. Ask the same Gusti Allah "remember Mbok Saroh.

Mr. Darman did not answer anything just nodding. And soon they read the verse of the chair and asked the Khaliq for help with the mantab.

" Clamps"

The sound of the door coming - it was opening. A happy and relieved hue had appeared on the faces of the two men. Soon they think back to Aden's request for help. Rayt's face returned serious and tension ensued.

" Dark Sir!!" mbok Saroh.

" Dzikr Mbok's. Prayer continues. I also pray this. Cooperate Mbok!! Don't stay away from me!!" mr. Darman's orders.

Mbok Saroh just nodded and continued to commit kamit. Arrived disco lamp mood tub lights. The flame is dead, the flame is dead. That keeps happening.

" Bismillahhirrahmannrirrahim" they said at the same time.

The footsteps of the two people when going up the stairs to the room Adennya. Slowly but surely. They are not careless in their steps.

Sriyinggggg

A black swirl passed through the two people. Their old eyes cannot be lied to if they do not see. Right in front of them was a silhouette or white shadow perched at the end of the hallway of the room.

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim" said Mbok Saroh.

" Bismillahirrahmannrirrahim's. Allahu la ilaha ilaha illa huw, al-ayyul-qayym, la ta`khuzuhu sinatuw wa la na`um, lahu ma fis-samawati wa ma fil-ard, man zallazi yasyfa’u ‘indahu illa bi`iznih, yes’lamu ma baina aidihim wa ma khalfahum, wa la yuhituna bisyai`im min ‘ilmihi illa bima si`, wasi’a kursiyyuhus-samawati wal-ard, wa la ya`uhuma, wa huwal-‘aliyyul-‘azim"

" Bismillahirrahmannrirrahim's. Qul a’uzu birabbin. Malikin. Ilaahin. My syarril-waswasvasil-khannaas. Alladzii yuwaswisu fii. Minal-jinnati wan-naas."

" Bismillahirrahmannrirrahim's. Qul a’uuzu birabbil-falaq. Min syarri maa khalaq's. Wa min syarri ghaasiqin idzaa. Wa min syarrin - naffaasaati fil -‘uqad. Wa min syarri typicalidine idzaa khasad"

It continued to echo and sound in the ears of the two old men. The shadow disappeared by itself. While inside there was someone who was softly reading the Quran.

The man's voice quietly continued to roar. The melodious voice penetrated to the heart. Without knocking on the door is just greeting. And immediately you just answer the greetings and resume what is being read.

Without any meaningful words. The hand of the old woman who was beginning to wrinkle immediately looked for the existence of a cloth. Fabrics that are usually to wipe away sweat or usually use a small towel or face towel. Yeah, the handkerchief he was carrying. But not met. Only towels are on his mind.

The old hand swiftly wiped the sweat of the sweat that soaked the beautiful face of his little mistress. The body was touched by the back of his hand. Heading to his forehead.

" Fever!" lirih.

The owner of the heart immediately turned to look at the old woman who had just spoken softly. Then the old man immediately approached them.

" Keep praying Den. We take care of this body. Do as much as Aden can. We're the ones keeping you here!!" said Mr. Darman for a moment.

" sir.. Is it true ??" mbok Saroh asked doubtfully.

" Hmmm. seems. Judging from his sleep it looks like Cah ayu ngrogoh sukmo" said Mr. Darman.

" Didn't he sleep and dream like yesterday?" mbok Saroh.

" This time it seems different" replied Mr. Darman.

" Continue reading the holy verse of the Quran Den. Don't let your guard down. Don't mind us. And continue to focus on Cah Ayu" said Mr. Darman.

" Mbokin... Wiped with warm water only Mbok !! Just treat him like this. Don'worry. Cah Ayu is not just anyone" said Mr. Darman.

Remember when Aisyah told me there was a gusset in front of the white house. He had ordered him. If something happens, don't worry. Everything will be fine. The only thing to worry about is Mas Vendra. Because he doesn't really know about this problem.

" Please take care of Mas Vendra. Don't worry him. I'll try to find out later in the night. Just tell me I dream!"

" Treat my body like an ordinary sick person. Give care and recite a prayer of salvation for me"

" Protect Mas Vendra"

That was the message Aisyah said at the time. Mr. Darman now understands what is going on in front of his eyes.