THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 83 - WHAT ELSE IS THIS?

I ran and kept running. Passing through the dark cold asphalt road without stopping. Breaking through all obstacles is also a hindrance. Even the howls of dogs barking alternately, moaning and moaning like animals in pain.

The night is getting late.

Every now and then I wipe the teardrops on the cheek considering the look of Mas Jonathan's eyes that look so frightened.

Oh, God, Gusti! Who am I? How could I have turned out like this? I am a human! Not a scary beast! I want to go back to being myself! Oh my God.., why did I become like this?

"Auuu..."

"Aouuuu..."

"Carrr... Rrrr..."

"Auuu..."

The dogs in their masters' house felt a great fear.

Oh Allah... Helpme!

Wak Hardi's...! Wak Hardi!!!

I kept running and running. Until suddenly this body like something is pulling and clutching tightly.

That warm hug I recognize its distinctive smell.

"Sir Hardi!!!" my peek began to feel relieved.

I tightly embraced his body. My cry broke out in her embrace.

"Gee!!! Wake...!!! My husband saw my disgusting state, Wak! Wak..., I managed to fight that perverted Shaman! Two of his eyes were torn, his tongue was bleeding. But husband...! Husband, Wak! Why did I become such an accursed animal, Wak! I don't want to be like that!!! Hik..."

Wak Hardi is like having the science of flying. There I was struck with eyes of disbelief. We were flying in the dark night sky.

"Sir..."

"This is our spirit, Liana! Not the real body. But it is only our spirit that is faring."

That night, I learned more and more that the occult is real.

"Man was created by Allah Ta'ala with all his advantages. Brain intelligence and also a heart that can be turned upside down. That makes man more noble than any other creature of God. But unfortunately, man is never confident and more consider the devil is much better because it is made of fire while he is of clay. So often fooled and follow the invitations of the shetan to join in doing obedience. Satan succeeded in carrying out his mission to make the noblest man a nation with them. The devil laughs happily if any of humanity is his follower. Nauzubillah tsumma nauzubillah."

I got goosebumps hearing Wak Hardi's words.

Between the cold night air that blew, our spirits seemed to float flying across the particles of the earth layer.

"Laa ilaaha Illallah Muhammad the Prophet. I testify of No God but Allah. And Muhammad is the apostle of Allah!"

Wuss...

That night we saw an old old man roaring at twelve o'clock in the eye as his blind eyes and broken tongue protruded a disgusting salivary.

"Liana, look! God finally gave him a punishment through his fight with you earlier ba'da Isya! The Greatest of Allah by His Powers!"

Wak Hardi that night brought my body flying back.

This time we crossed the city road.

"Son, are we dead?" I murmured with a troubled heart.

"Why? Are you afraid of death, Liana? Don'tbeafraid. All living things will die. Sooner or later, one by one the angels of Izrail come to pick us back to the Kholiq's birthday."

My tears are dripping. Melt on cheeks.

"Look at that woman, Liana! Looky... He became a slave to the devil and became his worshiper. What did he get from the supernatural covenant with a creature called the devil? His soul became a lifelong helper even until the apocalypse came and sucked up all our practices later."

I round both eyes.

Aunt Mirna!

Aunt Mirna, seemed to be laughing. Sometimes shakes and nods. As if he was busy chatting even though he himself had not slept among the other room dwellers.

Every now and then, his cellmate made Aunt Mirna startled and screamed in fear. But only for a moment. He laughed again, chuckled and then also moody back to crying.

That's how it is now.

Indications of psychiatric disorders are starting to become clear.

Where's Bianca?

"You must be looking for her son, right?"

It's great! Wak Hardi can know my heart!

I'm nodding.

"Look!"

I'm choked. Spit in my throat like it's drying out.

Bianca's cheeks, side hirsty. Even now the black stain like charred burning was increasingly spreading across her smooth white cheeks. What was the effect of my slap the other day?

It was horrified at the strength of my hand that could make Bianca's cheeks scorch.

"O Allah, my Lord!"

Karma is paid.

Subhanallah, Most Holy of Allah with All His Power.

"Geezer! Her cheeks got so because of my slap. What's... I will also reap the fruits of my own sprinkles?"

"Goddessa, Liana! If God wills, no one will be able to resist His destiny."

My Wak words are right.

Suddenly our bodies came back. This time the drive was strong.

It was like there was a big blow leading us into the round hallway which made a headache.

His black and white zigzag color made my eyes hurt.

"Astaghfirullahal... Abaghfirullahal...!!!"

Lafadz Asmaul Husna continued to be heard from Wak's lips as well as mine.

Either after that, everything became faint and pitch-black.

My mind is slowly fading and I don't know what's going on.

............

I opened my eyelids. How surprised when there was a handsome man sitting opposite me with a sad face.

She is my Husband.

"Mas Jonathan.." I cried in a rather hoarse voice.

His hands clasped my fingers tightly.

"Alhamdulillah.., you finally realized, Yang!"

What the hell happened to me? Where's Wak Hardi?

"Mas...., where's Wak Hardi?" I was full of curiosity.

"Liana...!"

I'm getting curious.

Jonathan lowered his face.

"Mass? What's up?"

"There is news from Banten,... Wak Hardi passed away at ten in the night" my husband said in a sad voice.

"Mas???"

Of course I don't believe.

How is it possible, how can it be? Twelve o'clock last night we were together. Flying in a dark sky without stars.

Spanning around the vast universe.

"Mas Jonathan?"

"Wak Wati himself told her at two o'clock at night, honey!"

"Ke_why am I in the hospital, Mas?"

"You passed out on the stairs, Liana. Sorry.., I came home at nine o'clock. Didn't know you went downstairs and slipped. The doctor said, your blood pressure is very low."

"Sir Hardi... Last night I was with Wak Hardi, Mas! Really am! We... walk together until one in the morning!"

My husband was holding my shoulder. He rubbed my head gently.

No sound, no words. Just a swipe of affection so great I guess.

Her breath made me look up and look deeply into her beautiful eyeballs.

"What... am I dreaming, Mom?" tanyaku.

He's down. Then shook slowly.

"Genta, Jordan and Mama have gone there to pay their last respects."

"This is a real one?"

"Miana..."

"How could this ordeal come to me? How come??? In the midst of my happiness, why is this ordeal as if it's non-stop???"

I screamed hysterically. I can't believe what's happening to me right now.

My Lord God Azza Wajalla, what's wrong with me? What is my fault and that of my ancestors??? oh, my God, Robbi!!! Make me accept this ordeal...

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