Suddenly Chased by Satan
Sending Prayer
"So ... son Ridho and Reva here what needs, huh?" ask Mr. Sarmin who I'm sure was very curious because of the unidentified guest.
"Look, Sir. It just so happened that we heard a story that you once helped someone who was reported missing in the forest..." Ridho began to clear up, he looked at me briefly and returned to the eyes of Mr. Sarmin.
"And we came from out of town, intending to ask for help because there was a friend of ours who had been missing for 2 months while climbing. And we sincerely hope Mr. Sarmin will be able to help us find our missing friend.." continued Ridho.
Mr. Sarmin took a breath and forgot to exhale, uh. That is, Mr. Sarmin took a breath for a moment, then exhaled slowly.
"It's all by God's permission, son. I was just an intermediary." said Haji Sarmin.
"Please, Mr. Haji..."
"Inshaa Allah, Son of Ridho. If Allah wills, your friend will be found..."
"Alhamdulillah." said Ridho, he looked and smiled.
"Bu ... mother...! come here for a second, Mom...!" call sir Sarmin.
"A little while, sir." said a woman from inside the house.
And a little while later, there was a figure of a veiled woman coming out of the house.
"Eh, there is a guest apparently.." said the woman who stood beside Mr. Sarmin, friendly.
"Direct mom, this is Nak Ridho and Reva. They're from out of town" said Mr. Sarmin.
"Son Ridho, Reva. This is Ratmi, my wife." continued Hajj sir.
"Night, Ma'am .. sorry, have a nice night's rendezvous" Ridho said.
"It's okay, Ridho boy." replied Ratmi's mother.
"Mom, please make tea for Nak Ridho and Reva. And if it can be the same snack, ma'am." said Mr. Sarmin.
"Well, sir." replied Ms. Ratmi.
Mrs Ratmi went inside the house again.
"Oh yeah, what's the name of your missing friend?" ask Mr. Sarmin.
"Who, Va?" Ridho nudged my arm.
"Sena Serenada, the call Sena pak hajj.." I replied.
"Mrs ... Sena.." said the Hajj sir. He closed his eyes. He read the prayer first. Then be silent for a moment.
"Show me yes, God. Where is Sena? show me, O you who rule the universe," said Mr. Sarmin lirih.
Ridho and I looked at each other. I deg-degan, I hope that what I saw in the water in the bokor belonging to Grandma Darmi is true. It's true that Sena's still holding on.
Seeing the expression on Mr. Sarmin's face turned tense, I became afraid.
"Bismillah, Va! pray with God..."
"What if it's Sena-"
"Ssssh, you can't hide the ugly. Whatever the outcome, we've tried, Va..." Ridho rubbed my arm.
I'm not very close to Sena, but I feel she's a good person. And don't know why, my heart was called to help him.
Mr. Sarmin was still closing his eyes, even now he was holding his chest, like a person who was enduring pain.
"Dho.." I see. Ridho clasped my hand, giving me spirit.
"Believe me, she'll be found, okay...?" said Ridho, I nodded.
And finally Mr. Sarmin opened his eyes, he set his breath first. However, just as Mr. Sarmin was about to reveal what he saw with his inner eyes, suddenly Ms. Ratmi came with a tray in her hand.
"Tehnya, son.." said Ms. Ratmi yabg put some cups of hot tea and also one plate containing fried crispy bananas.
"Thank you, Mom. So troublesome." I said.
"Come, please drink." said Mrs Ratmi.
"Well, hajj." replied Ridho.
Haji Sarmin told his wife to come sit with us. Ratmi's eyes look so shady, different from the gaze of Grandma Darmi, upss! keceplosan, I hope he is not horrified.
And a glass of hot tea makes my stomach feel warm. I was actually curious to use what was already known by the Hajj sir, but back again I can only be patient, waiting for the Hajj sir himself who opened the conversation about Mbak Sena.
Though I had eaten in his stall mbak Luri, but the fried banana on the plate was so tempting. I also took one fried banana which is still an angel.
I drank my tea again. While taking the tissue on the table to menggelap oil container in hand.
"So this is how Ridho, your friend named Sena is still stuck in the forbidden forest, but..."
"But why hajj sir?" Ridho kepi very, here Ridho who talks a lot. Because if I talk that there is ngalor ngidul no nyampe-nyampe.
I was more worried when I saw the look on the face of the Hajj sir. He looks like he's really heavy for nyampein something like us.
"Why hajj sir?" Ridho urged the Hajj sir to speak out.
"He still survives, but the longer the situation gets weaker. Because after all he was in another dimension, which absorbed a lot of energy from his body. She's a strong woman and, like, she's waiting for your help." said Mr. Sarmin.
"Sir Haji, help my friend, sir! I beg you, sir.." I finally can't bear to say nothing.
"Please calm down, son Reva. Sure, I will try to help. But again, everything on this earth belongs to God and all who live will return to Him. So, whatever the result, you must be ready to accept." said the Hajj sir.
"Inshaa Allah sir Hajj," said Ridho, he rubbed my back trying to calm me down.
"Okay, tonight we're going to send a prayer to your friend. Hopefully it will be a light that will lead him back to find a way to the real world." said the Hajj sir.
"Better, you guys clean yourself up first. Because it would be nice for us to pray in a holy state." continued Mr. Sarmin.
"Good sir Haji." said Ridho steady.
When my hope was almost dashed because I thought that I would not be able to help Mbak Sena, it turns out that God still gives a chance. And lucky I met Mr. Sarmin and Ms. Ratmi who would accept us with open arms.
While waiting for Ridho to take a bath, I approached Ratmi's mother who was in the kitchen.
"Excuse me, Mum. Sorry ... um, what will we pray for later?" my many. Yes understand me, I do not have a dress like a study mothers. There is no way that prayer event like that I wear a shirt and jeans.
"Just wear your face, son. We will pray together in the living room." replied Ms. Ratmi.
"But I happened to not bring the mukena,"
"Oah, yes, I will lend you." said Ms Ratmi smiling.
Suwer deh, Ridho took a long bath. I suspect he fainted in the dalem, but if he fainted there might not be a sound of gebyar-gebyur right.
And finally the kangmas came out also with wet hair and a face that was as clean as a watering abis plant.
"I pray first, yes" said Ridho.
"Hoo'um!" I just let it slip.
And just as I was about to enter the bathroom I just wanted.
"Well, did I take a bath at Wati's house...! why am I taking another shower?" I clap my own bidet.
That's the Ridho again no matter what. He also has a bath, because he is a gebyar-gebyur who is involved in water in people's homes. Eror nih the handsome kangmas.
I paused my intention to take a bath and chose only to take ablution water for prayer, then approached Ratmi's mother to borrow her face.
"Well, the bath's so flat, Nak Reva?" ask Ratmi's mom.
"Eh, that's Ma'am. I had taken a shower before, so I was just taking a shower. Um, I'd like to borrow the money, ma'am." I said.
"For a moment, I'll get it." said Ms. Ratmi.
And when your mother Rat was gone and went into a room, all of a sudden...
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