Suddenly Chased by Satan
Help Him
The hand or whatever was lost when Ridho opened the car door and carried me out.
"You sit down first. Let me get to the door..."
Ridho ngetokin door while repeatedly saying hello. Don't tell me Mr. Sarmin and Mr. Ratmi go out of town and we go to waste.
Once again, suddenly someone answered Ridho's greeting, "Waalaikumsalam," said a man. Then the door opened.
In my heart I was relieved, finally my fear did not happen. Mr. Sarmin's out. Ridho immediately shook the hand of Mr. Sarmin.
"Son Ridho, Reva?" mr. Sarmin knitted his eyebrows. Especially seeing me pregnant.
"Astaghfiullah!" pekik sir Sarmin. Ridho and I looked at each other.
"Hurry, hurry you guys in. Already maghrib, it is not good for pregnant women to be outside." said Mr. Sarmin.
Ridho wanted to get ready to hold on, but I refused, "Shame, Mas. I can walk slowly." I said.
"Yes, but if it hurts you say yes." said Ridho.
Aky nodded slowly, "Yes ... arghh," I tried to stand up and slowly went inside.
My feeling is that the horned creature in Grandma Yuna's house must have come here. I walked slowly, and sat in the living room while Mr. Sarmin immediately closed the door.
"Muu ... Ms. .. there is Nak Ridho and Nak Reva." exclaimed Mr. Sarmin.
Miss Ratmi came out wearing a mukena, "Eh, is there Nak Ridho, Reva?"
"Son Ridho, Reva, we pray first. It is time to pray Maghrib," said Mr. Sarmin.
"We're coming, sir!" Ridho.
And maybe Mr. Sarmin and Mr. Ratmi who originally wanted to pray in the mosque, no matter if I was the same Ridho who blocked their house. After cleaning, we all congregate in the living room.
When I say takbir, I don't know why my right shoulder hurts. I was told to pray Ridho while sitting on a chair. Because Ridho is worried that my stomach hurts more if I pray kayak usually.
Feelings start to feel bad. But I straighten out the intention, trying to be solemn.
Pas we have said hello suddenly there is a door that is not impatient.
Brakk!!
Brakk!!
Brakk!!
"Rev, Revaa, arrghh!!" male voice.
"Revhaaa, open the door?!!" the man banged again.
I want to rise prevented Ridho, "You're here. Don't come out,"
"This is just the same mother," said Ms Ratmi.
"But Bu---"
"Let you and Ridho who are checking who is outside" Ratmi said.
Brakk!!
Brakk!!
Brakk!!
And the door was opened either Ridho or Mr. Sarmin.
"Astaghfirullah, Son of Karan?!" exclaim sir Sarmin.
I who heard Mr. Karan's name got up from the Chair and trudged towards the living room.
I could only keep my mouth shut seeing how he was in such a terrible state.
He looked up, "Thank God your kamm is okay," he said, holding his chest, he endured the pain.
"Why you?" I said who was worried about Mr. Karan's situation.
"Help Mr. Karan," said Mr. Sarmin to Ridho.
Now Mr. Karan is lying in the long chair, Ms. Ratmi comes with a pillow.
Ms. Ratmi put Pak Karan's head on the pillow. While Ridho who will come out is prevented Mr. Sarmin
"Don't go out, son! stay inside, there's something bad waiting outside" said Mr. Sarmin.
Mr. Sarmin went inside and brought two Qur'an, he told Ridho to wash again. Then they sat down and began to recite the holy verses of the Qur'an.
Mr. Karan's eyes looked soft, he looked at me. But there's nothing I can do. I can't get close, because I'm going to hurt Ridho. I could only look at him with regret.
I'm sorry about everything that happened. Just try not to get angry when insulted Mr. Dera. Just try I still mengejalanin tuh the company, surely a cousin will not muh mutusin cooperation with Mr. Dera. And events like this will never happen.
Mr. Karan blinked his eyes slowly, as if he knew what I wanted to take. Tears just came out of my eyes. I can't squirm him with keadaam kayak gini.
The longer, Mr. Sarmin the more his voice tightens. He was getting faster reading verse by verse which made the situation even more gripping.
"Uhuukkk," Karan coughed. He was bleeding again.
I who saw there is a Karan jacket that I used when I first came also immediately took a suit to darken his mouth adek cousin.
"I'm sorry, Dho. I'm just helping out as a form of humanity, "my inner self.
"What's that sick?" I asked Mr. Karan. I actually again position his head. Mr. Karan just gave me a thin smile.
Ms. Ratmi came from inside to bring warm tea water and also a basin with a small towel inside. He placed the two objects he held on the table, in front of Mr. Sarmin.
I went back to my seat, and looked towards Karan who was again lying weak. How could he drive alone and nyampe here with the situation like that.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuu.." There was a roar from outside the door.
Looking at my anxious face, Rai ma'am approached. He sat next to me and held my hand.
"I'm afraid they're going to take my son, ma'am." I told Ratmi's mom.
"Give it all to God, son. Pray that God will protect you and your future son" Ratmi said.
While the roar was heard again. God, what kind of creature is waiting for us outside.
"Aarrrgh," Pak Karan occasionally screeched. He's holding his chest.
"What's wrong with you, son?" said Ratmi ma'am who saw Mr. Karan continue to hold his chest.
"Panaaaasss, Mom. Panasssss, please sayaaa." said Mr. Karan with glaring eyes. His hand is now clutching his own shirt.
"Yes, Son. Hold for a while..."
"Sir, Father. How'this?" ms. Ratmi panicked.
I saw Ms. Ratmi panicked following the panic, my stomach is now back stiffened and sick. But I'm also worried about cousin's apprehensive circumstances.
"Mom, please. It's a pain, ma'am." said Mr. Karan. I forced myself to kneel. Wiping the blood out of his mouth.
"Mom, please my cousin, ma'am. Sir, Mr Sarmin?" I looked at Ms. Ratmi and Mr. Sarmin in turn.
Mr. Sarmin and Ridho continue to read verse by verse in the Qur'an. They did not pay attention to me or Ratmi's mother who had panicked to see the condition of Pak Karan getting worse.
"Hoeeeekkkk," Karan said he wanted to spit something out. But no one came out, he just kept holding the shirt he was wearing.
