The Santet Neighbor Ku

The hot Jin brought in the prayer

I listened to the advice of Mas Jain, today I tried to take a nap and pray. After the Zuhur prayer I will take a nap so that my eyes will not sleepy.

I took the ablution water and held a prayer rug. And something strange happened again, when I raised my hand started takbir, Allahu'akhbar.

My chest rumbled, my heart raced very fast. And the worst of my chest was hot, Astagfirullohallazim.

I stopped my prayers and sat down because of my rumbling, pounding and hot chest. I said Istigfhar a few times until my heartbeat returned to normal, then stood up again.

Allahu'akhbar. I repeated it from the beginning. But my chest was pounding and hot again. I couldn't help it, I felt like I was going to faint holding my own heart beating.

I sat back to rest in peace. I looked at Einy who was taking a nap using a fan, I had an idea. I pulled the fan into my room and used the fastest wind speed.

I got back up to pray, and with the fan twisting so hard it made me feel cool and a little calm. I can pray even with my chest pounding irregularly and hot. Even so, I prayed quickly, because I could not stand the pounding I felt.

And what makes me so strange is that, when my prayers are over, the pounding on my chest also stops. I couldn't help my wonder. I have to tell this to Mas Jain.

I returned the fan to Einy with a round that returned to normal. That afternoon I tried to sleep but could not sleep. I feel like I'm going to sleep in Maghrib time again. I became anxious, the more I thought about the more anxious I became.

That afternoon Mas Jain did not come home to eat. So I'm looking for my own busyness. I wash dishes and water my plants. And what I saw next was the Mbah who doused my chickens with water from behind his house.

"Bad!!!" he said rudely while throwing a sack of water.

I heard she was also nagging this and that, in stark contrast to her very friendly character before. I feel like he is a different person. Before she looked like a weak old woman in my eyes, now she was like a wolf.

I just kept quiet to see his attitude. I can't blame him, because it's our fault, too. I also don't have enough money to buy the net.

I saw a lot of people coming to his house today. He also opened a salon, as he had skill in that part. Every day there are people who come to his salon, either to make a candidacy or just to chat.

When the Ashar prayer time has arrived, I return to work on the ashar prayer. And it still feels like when praying zuhur. My chest is pounding and hot. So, every time I pray I have to use a fan.

At 17:15, magrib prayer time is soon. But as usual, I felt a lot of sleepiness. I slept next to Mas Jain who was watching television. Just being near Mas Jain I became calm. I slept beside her feet while hugging her legs.

"No, habit..Maghrib went to sleep, quickly woke up!" mas Jain tried to keep me from sleeping.

But my drowsiness overcame everything. I was still conscious, but my eyes were very sticky. I hugged Mas Jain's leg, so if at any time he went from my side I could feel it.

Evening arrived, because I slept in Maghrib time so I could not sleep until 2 am. And all of that has been going on for days.

In the morning, I make coffee for Jain. As usual he sat in the kitchen waiting for me to cook while eating the fried bananas I cooked.

"Sir." Jain called me.

"Why?"

"Em, no. Why not deck." Mas Jain hesitated to say something to me.

I looked at him. "Why?"

He was silent for a moment, "do you believe I'm not the same?"

I was surprised to hear Jain say that.

"Why, story!"

"I've been having weird dreams lately."

Now I'm the one who's silent listening to him talk.

"What is your dream like?"

"I often dream of being chased by people, about to be killed." He said without looking at me.

I was surprised to hear it, I saw the face of Mas Jain whose expression was not as usual.

"Mas, I've been having weird dreams lately. I've had many dreams of you cheating on another woman, of having someone kill you, or of leaving me."

Finally I also said about my dream to Mas Jain. All our lives we have experienced something like this.

That morning the atmosphere changed, we felt that our lives had now started to unsettle. I feel like there's something wrong with us, with this house. It's just that something can't be explained by reason and common sense.