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Perhaps this is one of my husband's duties, "Nglumpokke balung pisah." or to gather separate brothers according to Abah's orders Thoha teacher...!!!

"Alhamdulillah.I'm so happy you got along again." Mas Yasin.

One of the attitudes of my husband that made Fatimah amazed and loved him. Mas Yasin who can be heartened to forgive others, behind his tempramental nature. Although sometimes also its tempramental nature makes Fatimah irritated. Not to mention the ignorant nature, fad and slengean.

But long ago Fatimah also enjoyed the idle nature of my husband.

"How the story goes, Sena had only heard from Nurul about her cousin Cia. But don't know exactly what happened between them?" Ask Sena to my husband.

"I don't know exactly either, let it be their business." Answer my husband.

Suddenly Nurul spoke.

"Mas Ahmad, may I speak with Fatimah and Cia?" Ask Nurul.

"Maybe, you're talking in the Mujahadah room." Answer my husband.

"Yes dik Nurul, we are the women who speak for themselves yuk. Maybe the guys have a special conversation" I said.

Fatimah died while Yasin and Sena were both in the guest room.

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Once in the room Mujahadah Nurul opened the conversation.

"Look at Fatimah, maybe Cia told you about us. So Nurul apologizes if Cia's story about our past makes Fatimah's mbakyu less pleasing." Nurul.

Fatimah was confused as to what Nurul meant.

"No Jannah, Cia does not tell stories except those that remind Mas Ahmad about who Cia is. After knowing it turns out that Yasin mas is Ahmad Sidiq." Cia said that keceplosan called Nurul as Jannah.

"What is it, Fatimah did not understand what Nurul meant. Tell you what, Cia or Luciana Sufitri Prihati is now called Sufi. And in Siti Nurul Janah call Nurul.so nice call use that name only. To bury the past that is less than good." Fatimah said to them.

"Yes mbakyu, now Nurul call Sufi also deh. You seriously Sufi never tell Mbak Nurul on mbakyu Fatimah? " ask Nurul.

"Serius Mbak, the Sufi swore an oath to ask himself to Fatimah's mother." Answer Nurul.

"What the hell, if you can't find out?" I'm confused.

Nurul and the Sufis looked at each other. Then Nurul spoke up.

"Father kok mbak, our past stories that have something to do with mas Yasin husband mbakyu." Nurul replied with a smile on the Sufi.

"Yes but the story is how, don't keep something secret so." Fatimah.

Nurul seemed hesitant to tell a story, several times glancing at Sufis like asking for Sufi opinions. And even the Sufi only smiled and nodded.

Then Nurul told a story with a little shame. Nurul recounts her childhood as she entered her first puberty. Nurul admitted at that time had admired Fatimah mas Yasin's husband. It was then known as Ahmad Sidiq.

And Nurul often ventured to Sufis, and often invited Sufis to meet mas Yasin while mas Yasin was staying at his house. At once listening to the fairy tale of Yasin mas.

Nurul told the story while smiling shyly.

"Sorry, it's just a past story. If now Nurul considers Yasin as just a brother no more." Nurul.

Fatimah laughed, hearing Nurul's story.

"So that's why you said you're sorry that your past stories made me displeased?" I asked while laughing.

"He was afraid that Mbakyu would misunderstand Nurul." Answer Nurul.

"No, cook with misunderstanding. Fatimah believed it, and it was natural." Fatimah said, almost a tad terskeplosan the story if Sena was once the crush of my cousin's sister Khotimah. Fortunately, Fatimah can still hold no story.

"Don't tell me Yasin mbak, Nurul was ashamed that he never knew the story" Nurul said.

"Yes, he could even have a big head later. That's enough of our secret." I replied, "nurul should just talk three, if there is any secret. " Belatin.

Suddenly, Yasin came.

"That's a big storm, so to Al-Huda now isn't it? Let Sena and Nurul take care of the home of all the Sufis?" Ask my husband.

"Maybe, but can't our papa stay them?" My toot.

"No problem, I told Sena too." Answer me Yasin.

Then Fatimah and Yasin went to the Al-Huda Pesantren. After asking for help Nurul and Sena guard the house and accompany the Sufis.

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Arriving at Pesantren Al-Huda we immediately met Kyai Syuhada or kang Syuhada we used to call him.

And Tabib Ali Akbar and his wife also came to see us.

In fact, when Jafar just returned from school was told to join us, Fatimah was relieved to see Jafar's condition in a healthy state no less anything.

After talking about the health of our son Jafar, Fatimah wanted to talk about something else. And asked Jafar to step aside first.

"Jafar, mom, you want to discuss other important things. Jafar can go back to Jafar's room." Fatimah.

"Yes mother." Jafar replied and then went to the room and greeted everyone.

After Jafar left, Fatimah started a conversation about something else.

"Sorry kang Ali, Fatimah wants something else?" I asked the Physician Ali.

"Of course you can, ask me what?" Answer kang Ali.

Fatimah was a bit doubtful actually, but Fatimah's curiosity couldn't be contained.

"Sorry before, did kang Ali have a plan and ever talk about our son Jafar's match with Vina son kang Ali with my husband?" My toot.

Kang Ali simply smiled, before then saying.

"It's not like that, me and your husband just said. If our children may be a match, not a match. Because the soul mate is in God's hands." Answer kang Ali.

"I mean Fatimah also does not mind just too small children. Let them grow up first. And let's just walk naturally, do not need to be in a matchmaker like that." My answer.

"Fatimah's patience, Ali's intentions are also good. And will not force, just see the sign of their match with the discipline of science kang Ali. Without intending to precede the will of Allah. " Answer my husband.

"Yes, to be honest, I also have a feeling the three of us are going to be relatives. I feel the three of us will be besananan later. I don't know who's with whom "said Kang Syuhada.

our conversation had to stop with the arrival of Sidiq who brought the group to come. Seen from the glass window Sidiq walk to the living room kang Syuhada.

We had to stop our conversation.

Flashback.

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After a long time Yasin and Fatimah chatted with Kyai Syuhada. And Fatimah was relieved to see Jafar's condition was fine. Fatimah took her husband home. Sena and Nurul died at home.

"Kang, we'll excuse you by chance at our house also just got the guest earlier." Yasin said please leave.

"Will you go straight to Lurah's house?" Ask Kyai Syuhada.

"No kang, just go home." Answer Yasin.

"Wouldn't you stop by for a second, pity if they'll wait." Fatimah. The real one just wants to investigate the background of the Riska family.

Because Fatimah felt a little compatible with Riska when she saw Riska for the first time.

"No papa, but it can't take long. Poor Sena and Nurul at home." Answer Yasin.

"Father there are Sufis, Isna Utari and Vishnu must also be at home right! " Answer Fatimah.

"Well, you've stopped by, who knows you'll be the best." Goda Kyai Shuhada's.

They also laughed and heard Kyai Syuhada's joke. Then Yasin and Fatimah said goodbye to Jafar and Nisa and Sidiq.

"Mother Nisa is still missing, why not take it. I just met you for a second." Nisa Whine.

"Basar cengengeng, your father also has a duty Nisa" said Jafar.

"No, my father heard it himself, now Jafar is fierce with Nisa...!" nisa protest.

That's how if the Yasin family gathers, always colored by jokes and sometimes small fights of his children.

Yasin and Fatimah immediately went home.With a wave of the hands of Nisa who was still sad to release her parents home.

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On the way home Fatimah insisted to stop by Riska's house first. Yasin had to give up.

"Don't underestimate the mas people, he's been honest asking for help ya must be helped" said Fatimah.

"Eheem like you're interested in Riska, right?" Tempta Yasin to Fatimah.

"Hehehe. Beautiful too, might match Sidiq mas." Fatimah.

Although Sidiq was not her biological child, but Fatimah noticed her own biological child's worth.

They did not feel the trip was close to the house Riska. And Yasin turned the motorcycle towards Riska's house.

"Why turn right?" Ask Fatimah.

"She said to go to Riska's house? Meet her parents?" Answer Yasin.

"Yes forgot...!" Reply Fatimah.

Then Yasin went into a fairly large yard. And stopped in front of a house that had its Joglo building.

"This is Riska's parents' house?" Ask Fatimah.

"Yes, why?" Ask Yasin.

"Fatimah is so poor, the house is very good" said Fatimah.

"Not to think about it, our goal is to help not others" replied Yasin.

The arrival of Yasin and Fatimah was welcomed by Mr. Lurah Broto and his wife.

"Alhamdulillah, Mr. Yasin and my mother would like to stop by my house." Said Mr. Lurah Broto Riska's father.

"God willing I try to keep the promise of Mr. Lurah." Answer Yasin.

Then Yasin and Fatimah were welcome to enter the Joglo building.

"My son's risk is still in Pesantren ma'am?" Ask Mr. Lurah Broto's wife to Fatimah.

"She's still there with her friend." Reply Fatimah.

Yasin was just silent, reciting and opening Nafsi's lathoif to see the state of the environment inwardly.

His father and mother Riska knew that Yasin was indulging in prayer. So that they were silent, so as not to disturb Yasin in praying.

"How sir?" Ask Riska's father to Yasin.

Yasin let out a long sigh, as if feeling heavy to say.

"It seems that this father's house has been targeted long enough. Not just a few days, but it's been a few months with something on board." Yasin.

"What's that, sir?" Ask Riska's father.

"Indeed, it was just my inner analysis, Mr. Lurah. There is no guarantee of truth. So we better check together in every corner of the house." Yasin replied with the aim of proving his conjecture.

"What should we do?" Ask Riska's father.

"Father come with me to bring a tool to dig the ground." Answer Yasin.

With the practice of his teacher's self-directed diploma, Yasin can feel the existence of astral beings around Riska's father's house. Coupled with Nafsi lathoif which is already open. Yasin was also able to know where and what the astral beings looked like.

Then Riska's father was accompanied by Yasin to dig up the land that Yasin showed. And Riska's father was very surprised to find a small shroud package in the shape of a pocong.

Riska's father was afraid to touch her, then backed off.

"Let me take it sir" Yasin said.

Yasin immediately picked up and opened the small pocong-shaped package.

Once opened, it turns out that the contents are rotten eggs, flower spikes and various kinds of offerings or useful devices.

Likewise in another corner of the house found similar goods.

Riska's father was frightened by it all.

"Does this have anything to do with what happened yesterday sir?" Ask Riska's Dad.

"Obviously, you have to clean this house first from the negative aura that exists. After that we will set the strategy tomorrow against Jalu." Yasin.

"How sir?" ask Riska's Dad.

"Foam with a special mujahadah, the Koran or other common prayer?" Answer Yasin.

Riska's father broke out in a cold sweat, seeing the reality of his house there was something that threatened the safety of his family.

Then ask Yasin to help get rid of the goods.

"Alright sir, but keep the people involved as well. And tomorrow, I come with my brother. " Answer to Yasin

Mr. Lurah Broto just kept quiet. He was already afraid of things that could not be seen with his eyes...!?!

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