The Ruler's Love Contract

Help Me's...

Dubai, eight o'clock in the hospital...

The white-robed old man sat down with Rain and Jack on the sofa of the room. He had just performed his prayers in the hospital mosque. And now he is talking about what he got after asking the Lord for guidance.

"My granddaughter, it's better for Ara to be sent back to the apartment to ease the process of returning her soul." My grandfather suggested.

Rain was stunned for a moment. "But, what about the hospital, Cake? An hour will be medical. Is it okay to be delayed? I'm afraid Ara will get weaker if she takes her home." Rain was worried.

The man in white seemed worried about the advice of Grandpa Ali. He was worried that Ara's situation would get worse if taken home to the apartment. However, Grandpa Ali calmed him down.

"My granddaughter, your future wife is fine medically. But his condition is worried inwardly. We must act immediately. Grandpa saw that the witch would replace your future wife's soul with her man. We better finish tonight before it's too late." Grandpa Ali explained.

"Indeed ... what will happen, Cake?" Rain was worried.

The old man sighed. "Your wife-to-be can kill herself."

"What?!!" Rain was shocked for a moment.

"The magician will replace the soul of your future wife with her messenger. Once the creature replaces it, it will kill your future wife with the body itself. So what we're seeing is your future wife killing herself." Grandpa Ali explained.

"Oh my God ...." Rain rubbed his head.

"Please act, before the night gets late. Let us not be preceded. Your future wife's soul will be forever trapped and won't be able to return." Grandpa Ali confirmed.

"Good, Cake. Fine." Rain finally agreed.

Rain acted immediately. He rents a big car to take Ara back to his apartment. Jack bought all the equipment needed to open Ara's way back to his body. They split the tasks according to the instructions of Grandpa Ali. Because Rain really didn't want what he said until it happened. He did not want to lose Ara.

An hour later...

Ara had already arrived with Rain and the others in the apartment. They immediately split the task of returning Ara's soul to her body. At exactly nine o'clock, Rain's apartment was cleared. From being swept to dipel using water that has been recited prayers by Grandpa Ali. And now Jack is spraying the whole wall with prayer water. Ara seemed to be accompanied by Rain in the room. The girl was still asleep in it.

The white-robed old man then applied agarwood oil to Ara's face and palms. Both of his hands were wearing transparent gloves to keep them in a holy state. He also burned agarwood that was placed near the girl. Because according to belief, agarwood can be used to ward off negative energy around it. That negative energy did not like fragrances at all. As a result, the more burned the more fragrant.

All the lights in the apartment are turned on except for the living room and room. Finished spraying all parts of the wall, Jack then held a prayer mat for Grandpa Ali. The entire sofa has also been marginalized to the side so that now the living room looks wider. Grandpa Ali immediately did tirakat to open the way Ara back.

"Jack, help grandpa with the prayer. Whatever happens, please don't panic. So is Rain." Grandpa Ali told me.

"Good, Cake." Both agree.

"Jack stood guard with Rain in the room. Wait till Ara wakes up. If you are tired, take turns. But don't let your guard down" said Grandpa Ali again.

Both nod. I don't know what will happen, both Rain and Jack are very worried about this. It seemed like the witches faced were no ordinary witches. Implied from the face of the old man who warned the two so as not to panic during the process of returning Ara's soul. And finally, the white-robed old man began to perform his tirakat, specifically for Ara.

Ara sat alone on the hill towards this afternoon. The wind that was blowing for longer grew firmer, as if piercing his bones. There is no one, no life but figs standing there. Ara could not take the fruit easily either.

The girl hugged her own body, rubbing it with both hands. Implied from his face if he was depressed and cold at this time. He has not found a way out yet.

I should how?

Ara did not know what to do to return to her world. He also felt cold. Slowly the air above the hill was like piercing his bones. He couldn't bear to linger like this.

It feels real and true. That's what Ara feels now. But he could not do anything because he did not know where to go and meet whom. Ara was confused to step up.

Before long, two men climbed up the hill with their horses and approached Ara. Ara was scared for a moment. He ran to avoid it. But then, he realized that these people were not bad people. Except...

"Miss, don't be afraid! We were asked by Prince Rain to deliver food!"

One of the men exclaimed to Ara who was almost hiding in a grove of tin trees. The girl was finally able to breathe a little relieved from her own fear. He slowly stepped foot, closer to the men.

"Miss, these are fruits for you. Prince Rain asked us to deliver him," said one of them.

"Where is he going?" tanya Ara ventured.

"Prince Rain is passing on the changing of the soldiers on guard. He left no message other than asking us to deliver these fruits and also drinking water" the other person said.

Ara stunned.

He still has the heart to help me. Should I ask these people where the way home is? But, do they know?

Ara hesitated to herself.

"Miss, sorry. We must return to the palace. Excuse me." Both are very good-natured.

"Wait!" Ara also held back their departure. "Can I come with you? I have no place to stay. I also have no clothes. The air here is so cold. Please give me a temporary place to stay." Ara request.

Both of Rain's men glanced at each other. "Sorry, Miss. We are not brave. We were just asked to deliver these fruits. Forgive us."

Both apologized to Ara while bowing their bodies. After that they immediately rode the horse and left Ara. They just take on the task. The girl cried bitterly.

"Oh my God ...."

Ara started crying. Drop by drop her tears fell down her cheeks. He couldn't bear to linger here. His clothes were thin so that he could not withstand the cold of the air. He also did not have a thick blanket or hairy clothes to withstand the wind that hit his body. And now the tears represent his sadness. Here, on the hill of the tree of heaven.