FONDLING
PAREWANG 13

"There's a stack embedded in your mother's body. And the stacking should be removed immediately. But it is not easy to take out the stack, because if it is not strong then. It's a risk your mother could die" said the woman

"So how is Miss Dhe, I'm doing well" I replied

The woman was silent for a moment hearing my answer. The woman named Suryati seemed to be thinking about something.

"I could have helped you out, but are you ready for the risk?" ask Suryati again

"Actually I don't have a problem with Ms. Dhe, the only thing I'm worried about is Ms. Dhe. Because all this time everyone who wanted to help us always ended tragically and I didn't want Bu De to experience it" I told all the dark fate of people who intended to help our family.

The woman nodded, the woman who was my father's cousin seemed to have understood the conditions she would accept when she chose to help us.

He even knew who had died trying to treat my mother. Starting from the father, until the last Mbah Sukardi he knew all. He even said if possible the Parewangan could have targeted us, and all the mother's family.

"Actually the problem is not just the shrinkage in your mother's body, but Parewangan Mbah Kung who has mastered the mother's body" said Suryati laughed

I thought that the figure of the green woman I saw at that time was one of the Parewangan that my mother had.

Ms. Dhe Suryati confirmed my words. He said it was buto ijo that helped mom get wealth.

Mumpung Bu Dhe is here I also tell about my dream of meeting with mother and Mbah Kung in the warehouse behind the house.

Ms. Dhe then advised me to check out the warehouse. He asked me to look for something in that barn.

"Maybe you'll find a clue there, Fik" said Bu De Sur

Actually that day he wanted to accompany me to check the warehouse, but many times his phone kept ringing making his concentration disturbed.

"I'm sorry Fik, Miss Dhe has to go home first because there are other problems that Bu Dhe has to solve" said Bu Dhe

"Yes no papa, later let Fikri aja who menggeck Bu Dhe,"

"Yes, be careful. Don't forget to bathe your mother with that water" replied Ms. Dhe and then left

That afternoon I used the water in a jug to wash my mother's body.

Don't forget I changed her outfit to green kebaya like her last message.

I also combed Mom's hair that looked tangled. Finished bathing my mother I saw an old notebook lying on the table beside my mother's bed.

Bik Sumi used to like to read the contents of the book after bathing mom, I became curious about what it contained. As I was about to open the book the sound of knocking on the door made me put the book back.

I hurried down to see who was coming.

I was surprised to see Azam coming home covered in blood among his friends.

They said Azam fell while playing a bicycle. In contrast to his friends, Azam said if he saw a woman deliberately pushing her bike to fall.

Of course Azam's confession freaked me out.

Is Azam going to be the next one??

Immediately I called Ms. Dhe Suryati, I just wanted to make sure she was okay after coming home from this place.

"Alhamdulillah I'm fine le, why are you so bored?" ask Bu Dhe to tease me

"I'm just freaking out, Ms. Dhe, I'm afraid something's going on with Ms. Dhe" I replied

"God willing, I'm fine. What about your mother have you bathed her?" ask Mrs Dhe

"Already,"

"Yes already if I prepare the magrib prayer first yes, you also do not forget to pray. Njai also let the softeners in your mother's body to leave because of the heat," replied Ms. Dhe

Tonight I purposely invite Azam to read the Qur'an together . All sending prayers to my father, I also pray for his recovery.

I deliberately chose to teach in the mother's room, hopefully with often in use the salaries of the soft people in this room at the go like the message of Abu Musa and also Bu Dhe Suryati.

At first there was nothing unusual when we were teaching there. Everything went well as planned. But when I read the thirtyth verse of Yasin's letter, Azam suddenly stopped reading Yasin.

His eyes were glaring as if angry with me.

"Why Deck," I asked trying to be calm

He kept glaring at me making me rub his face many times because he was still glaring. Makes me think maybe he's angry because he didn't want to be invited. Azam had never wanted to go into his mother's room since he was in a long coma.

"Well, if you're tired, sleep rest instead of being so angry" I tried to calm him down.

This time he even brushed off my arm as he was about to wipe his face.

"What do you want to see?" ask me again

"No need!" answer's ketus

Then he got up and stood up. But Azam did not go straight away, he seemed to be staring at Mom for quite a long time. I continued to teach me.

Suddenly Azam pulled my skull and threw it out.

"Other than de!" I started to get annoyed with Azam's behavior.

This time when I was about to take my skullcap Azam followed me from behind. When I turned around he grinned making me instantly Istighfar.

Of course, it was like seeing another figure in Azam. He then approached me and tried to strangle me. I tried to hold it in but somehow the power was so great that I was overwhelmed by it.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing, call the deck, astagfirullah pah adzim," I whispered in his ear

Azam kept thrashing around trying to get away from me. I tried to keep him in while reading the verse of the chair.

*du!!

"Abs!!" I felt like my stomach hurt when Azam elbowed me

I saw him running out while I was still holding my stomach. I got up and chased him. I don't want my sister to do anything. I kept running after Azam who was running towards the backyard.

He then stopped in front of a mortar that his mother likes to use to pound rice.

"You want to do the Deck, it's night come to sleep," take me and then approach him.

Azam pointed at the dimple as if asking me to open the cover, but I refused.

I slowly took Azam and invited him back into the house.

I felt Azam's body so cold, "You sick deck?" I asked while sticking my palm on his forehead.

Right, Azam's body is cold as ice. I hurriedly carried her and brought azam to the room.

I laid her down and covered her body with a blanket.

"I'm afraid Mas" I heard Azam's voice so scared

He clasped my finger as I was leaving him.

"Don't stay in Azam Mas, I'm afraid!"

Because Azam was sick and continued to whine in fear, then I also did not continue to study in the mother's room. I chose to accompany Azam to sleep. But as I lay beside her I was surprised to see Azam transform into the figure of Mother.