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Hello friends, today I want a promo of my latest horror novel, the title is JERAT DEVILS WORSHIP. The novel tells the true story of a woman who married a supernatural being and then when she was able to escape from the creatures then she was given the power to heal the sick.

So as not to wonder I spill first yes the other chapter here.

CHAPTERS 1.

Today is my 29th birthday, as usual on my birthday my father and mother are always busy making a celebration by inviting orphans in our house.

Mom and Dad always asked them to pray for me to be quickly reunited with my soul mate. Understandably even though I am not young anymore but I do not have a life partner. Let alone lovers, not even male friends I have.

Of course it's not because I'm not beautiful, or my physique is imperfect. As a woman I am almost perfect, I was born from a family that is quite distinguished, with a beautiful face typical of Javanese women. Has a sharp nose, yellow skin and long black hair, with a height of 168 cm.

Not only is my face beautiful but I also have a fairly capable intellectual intelligence. Evidently when I became one of the best graduates of a campus in Jakarta.

Likewise with my career which is fairly smooth as a secretary in a private national company.

Even though my career and life went well, but not with my love story. Many times I was always decided by my lover just because I was considered a strange woman.

Indeed, as an Indigo sometimes I look strange in the eyes of those who are ordinary.

Sometimes I like to laugh alone, talk to myself and even cry alone. That's why people think I'm weird, and some even think I'm stressed.

Various kinds of treatment I have done to close my inner eyes, but in fact none of them managed to close my sixth sense.

"It looks like it's the legacy of your ancestors, so it's hard to close" said one of the psychics I came to.

Because for years my efforts have not yielded results so I decided to stop treatment and accept my advantages sincerely.

Until one day I was met with Mas Bimo. Mas Bimo was a man who had secretly liked me all this time, only that he did not dare to express his feelings because he was just an ordinary employee.

Maybe he's disinclined or don't I know. But on one occasion when our company gathering event became close because it was in the same team.

Since that day Mas Bimo often take me home, we also occasionally go together to get more familiar.

When I got to know Mas Bimo I intentionally didn't tell him that I was an indigo. I was afraid that he would be ill feel like my old girlfriend to decide me.

Thank God my relationship with Mas Bimo went well until we decided to get married.

Our marriage was even held massively as a thanksgiving to my parents because I ended up getting married too.

My marriage to Mas Bimo was very happy. He is the type of man who accepts me for who I am and always supports what I do.

Unfortunately, our marriage did not have a son. It's been almost five years of our marriage but we don't have any children yet. I don't know why every time I get pregnant I always miscarry.

I had a chance to think what my content was weak and I had to do bed rest while pregnant, but the results were the same. Even now I deliberately decided to stop working so that I could get pregnant again. But again when I tested positive for pregnancy at the age of 7 weeks I again had a miscarriage.

My husband and I were going to check on my pregnancy. This time Mas Bimo chose to go to the hospital by car because he did not want to take the risk.

There was nothing strange during the trip to the hospital, it was just that while passing through the cemetery suddenly I saw a grandmother suddenly passing in front of our car.

I reflexively screamed and asked Mas Bimo to stop his car.

*cuitt!

*du!

"Ouch!" I saw Mas Bimo rubbing his forehead that hit the steering wheel

"Had habit likes to give vague warnings. Street people deserted gini kok you said there was a cross, indeed who crossed, where the man!" exclaimed Mas Bimo annoyed

"Yes, I'm sorry, I don't exist,"

"You know why it's so often like this, like you need to go to a psychiatrist!" gerutu Mas Bimo then returned to drive his car.

Although Mas Bimo sometimes likes to see me speak for myself or misinform me like today, he never suspects that I am an indigo.

He always thought I was stressed because I was thinking too much about child problems.

At four o'clock in the afternoon we arrived at Harapan Sehat hospital. Just as I was about to get out of the car I suddenly felt my back hurt, and my chest started tightening.

I tried to tell Mas Bimo but I haven't had the chance to talk all of a sudden it feels dark.

A few minutes later when I realized I was already in the ER room. Not long after Mas Bimo came to me. He gently rubbed my hair and kissed my forehead.

"Propay Yes Neng, it seems that this time God still has not given confidence to us to care for a child," he said immediately making my tears break.

Mas Bimo kept trying to comfort me in various ways, including by bringing in an ustadz to give me advice.

"Prophey Neng, everything has its time. Maybe now Neng has not been trusted to have a child but we do not know the next few months. Remember God will not give trials beyond the ability of his people. Sure enough if it is indeed neng and asep fertile will one day be given offspring. It's just the time isn't yet, so just be patient, neng,"

I felt a little relieved after hearing the story from the ustadz. He also prayed for me to be quickly given healing and also heredity.

That night I was forced to stay in the hospital because my condition had not recovered.

At eleven o'clock in the evening I found out somehow the temperature in the room suddenly became hot, even though the AC was still on.

While I was fanning my body, I suddenly saw a woman approaching me. I know that woman is not human. As an Indigo I can already tell which humans are ghosts.

The woman's ghost apparently came to tell me that the cause of my constant miscarriage was because I was an indigo. He said that if supernatural beings who are often near me do not like if I have offspring therefore they always try to make me always miscarry.

Believe it or not but everything the ghost of the woman told me had a point.

At the same time my husband saw me talking alone, because he panicked and then Mas Bimo called my mother.

"I'm sorry to ask, what people if the frequent miscarriage can be depression?" ask Mas Bimo

"Indeed why Sep (call for men in sunda, asep),"

"That's the Eneng I saw earlier he talked to himself, sometimes I've also seen him cry himself, laugh at himself, do you like it so mak?" ask Bimo

"Eh if itumah is common or Sep, does Asep not know that Siti is Indigo??"

Bimo gasped when he heard that his wife was an Indigo.