
After returning from the office I do my routine activities including tidying up the house or just cooking for myself, because my son has been eating at my parents' house, before the adzan magrib I went to the mosque to participate in the magrib prayer and prayer isya' congregation.
The atmosphere of the mosque is crowded with children who are teaching, and there are fathers and mothers of worshipers who are chatting lightly on the terrace of the mosque while waiting for the time isya' become unique in our mushola. The children and mothers will go home first, the fathers and young adults usually come home after the completion of the study of the yellow book by inviting teachers who are experts in the yellow book especially from the big mosque in my village.
Tonight before facing my side tomorrow my father and mother after the Isya prayer go home they gave me a lot of advice, even mbak Us, mbak Us, My sister number two took a video call with me to give me prayer and spirit, mbak Us also offered a lawyer rental fee assistance if my side tomorrow many obstacles and must appeal. Behind the misfortune that befell me I am truly grateful that God has sent me such an untold favor, the joy of harmony, togetherness and the heartfelt affection of my family.
"Well, if your pain can be replaced, let the father who causes your pain." said my father who sat on the mat while watching TV with a red face like withstanding pain as sick as it hurts.
"Just pray that I am strong and sincere sir, indeed all this has become my way of life sir, Inshaallah Afifah sincerely sir, buk, buk, the important thing is now that we've beaten some shaman submissions from the Ringgo mas, sometimes I'm very worried about the Ringgo mas if he's really crazy, whether my son should have a crazy father." I complained and did not feel a round of clear crystals coming out of both my eyes.
"Sir, will the Ringgo mas continue to act and what are the consequences sir?, I am really scared and confused sir, with Afriana's mentality, and what are the consequences, sir, during this time Afriana never knew his father's behavior and I was afraid that if Afriana found out his father was crazy, and his friends also knew his father's madness Afriana would be the subject of ridicule from his friends, is there any way that Ringgo's mas isn't crazy sir?" I poured out what had been my uncles so far in addition to the words of the father, if the father had said about my suffering I was sure there would be another disaster.
"Fah, calm your heart, hold your ground." advice my mother who hugged me and stroked my hair.
"Whatever happens to Ringgo later we leave it to Allah SWT, Fah, the agreement of Ringgo and his shaman is very heavy, crazy is the lightest risk, the worst risk, the important thing is that your in-laws can still be saved from the rampage of his shaman demon Ringgo, if we do not throw away the devil then your in-laws also suffer the consequences of your in-laws being enslaved by the devil by being made an undead (amben flower), and the Ringgo is the same forever being a slave to the devil, finally die in a way that suul khotimah, the message of father Fah, educate Afriana properly in order to become a child who sholeh, so that later can be a helper for both parents, so that later can be a helper for both parents, thankfully Afriana wants to be Hafidzah." advice wise father.
"Ringgo's soul must be in ruqyah, and it must be a Kyai who does it and Ringgo's parents must also play a role in healing, but it is also not easy and also takes a long time." obviously my father to me.
"What do you really think Fah?" change my mother who asked.
"Afriana buk, only Afriana is my thoughts at this time, now Afriana must face her parents divorced berai added mas Ringgo crazy what Afriana is able to accept this reality buk, kub, however, Ringgo is the father of my son." I told my parents with eyes that had been swollen, fortunately Afriana had slept.
"Father, and I know, Fah, that's why the creatures sent by shaman Ringgo do not return it to the sender, Fah, if you return it then the Ringgo family will run out into a mash and demon slaves from shaman Ringgo, tomorrow during the trial and meet with Ringgo we must remain vigilant, hopefully tomorrow Ringgo is still sane, it's night sleep only here tonight Fah, because we have to keep praying at night and dhikr at twelve we start, there are still two hours to sleep." advice my father.
"Sign sir." I replied.
With erratic thoughts I and my mother slept one room with Afriana in my parents' room while the father went straight into the small mosque in the father's house. From my mother's room I sayup-sayup heard the voice of the father who was chanting the holy verse of the Qur'an. My father who has a little sleep duration at night, every night he only sleeps about four hours, sometimes even just two hours, my father was a very strong man in worship (tirakat).