TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 22

Samurai Mats - 22

Azan! Yes, he immediately remembered Azan. Wasn't his father

the religious devout had once told me that many black sciences could

broken with the voice of Azaan? Azan at dawn, azan at dusk

every dawn and maghrib, besides intending to call the people of prayer, also

it has the meaning of expelling all evil spirits and the influence of stealth science that tries

affects human life. According to his father, the dawn of the day means

also expels the influence of demons that infiltrate at bedtime past midnight.

Azan in Maghrib time has the meaning of expelling evil spirits not to be carried away

sleeps.

That's according to his father's story when he was a kid. Is that true?

Is azan able to destroy the immune knowledge of these stealth creatures? She must

tried it. Got to! It's impossible for her father to tell her when they were kids

the useless. His father was not the kind of person who wanted to scare his son

with stories like that. Now he put down his samurai holster.

Holding the samurai with his right hand. Put the left palm on

left ear. He focused his concentration. Then close your eyes.

His safety was now completely hung on his hearing. So were his eyes

shut up, he read Bismillah. Then began to recite the verses of Azan.

”Allahuakbar – Allahuakbar”.

The resounding voice ripped through the silence of the wilderness. He heard my love was falling

one step.

”Allahuakbar – Allahuakbar”.

My love took three steps to the right. Then another step.

”Ashadualaaa-ila haillallaaah!”

My love is gnawing with a long snort. While still reciting

the word Ashadualaaa-ila haillallaaah is once again, the samurai is moving

lightning-fast. Twice fast. He believes his samurai sabetage hit.

But he kept his eyes closed. Keep reading that azan.

“Ashaduanna Muhammadarasulullah..!”

Three steps behind her My love sounded snorting. When he

repeating that word once again, my Cindy attacked again with a

the unmitigated jump and safest. He rolled on the floor. Then

while using the squirrel's motion, the samurai hit upwards. Sreth!

Sreth! Sreth! Three different directions. Got hit!

My love stopped. The Bungsu remained upright while closing his eyes. Centralizes

concentrate and read on that azan. It's like he's getting energy

read the word ”Hayaalasholah” he heard a falling object. He opened his eyes.

And my Cindy was kneeling on the rock, clutching her chest. In the light

he saw thick black blood flowing from between my Cindy's hands.

”Allahuakbar. O Greatest Thou, O Allah.” he said slowly.

There were no tears on her cheeks. He survived after remembering

the teachings his father had given him before. Yeah, he hasn't

want to sleep at home, because when he sleeps at home, blind fajr already

awakened father. Azan. And forced to pray. How much he hates

hers. How fed up he was with that man. He wants to wake up in the middle of the day.

Even wanted to wake up late in the afternoon, because all night he gambled.

When he was a kid, he did the job. But after a little adult, he

he would rather sleep at his friend's house. Now, it turns out that his father's teachings have been

saved life. She cried. Really crying. The Bungsu

long ago, when his father, mother and brother died, he didn't know how to cry,

tonight weep in the jungle on Mount Sago. She was crying because she was sorry

he defied his father's orders. She cried because she missed her parents

that loud and haughty one. His father's attitude is a picture of himself.

”Thank you God. You saved me with Your verses. Thank you

daddyh. You saved me with your teachings that I once denied. Accepts

compassion. I'm sure God will put you in a happy place.” him.

whispering among her tears that flowed down.

And three fathoms in front of him, my Cindy was falling over. There are long complaints

out of his mouth. There is a great deal of pain and suffering

audibly. His body was blown away like an imperfectly cut chicken. Aj

like playing. Hurt all the blood vessels and every feather in

his body. Perhaps in retaliation for all the curse he had

spread during his life.

The Bungsu so hiba see the suffering of the creature. He stepped near her.

The light of the eyes so-called incident that was red lit up, now looking at him for help

pitied. The light of the eyes is like asking for help. Lengkah.

like asking for his life to be taken quickly.

”I'm sorry..” the Bungsu said.

And the samurai in his hand flashed. Cres! Cres! Twice fast and

robust. Makes the left chest so-called it's a big tear. Makes his neck almost

breakup.