BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 103 MIRAGE
EPS 103 MIRAGE
The night is getting late. Even the quiet is getting scared. No lara recedes, though time keeps you afloat. When the taste is no longer linked, this grudge kills you slowly. Speak to the wounded heart. Look upon love as a reed of longing. Because often disputes occur because of misunderstandings and not because of incomprehension.
Pranaja stood at the point of doubt. He is not very familiar with the astral world despite mastering the science of canuragan. Most of the knowledge he mastered was physical, only the Gift of the Eye of God related to metaphysics. His eye-view found nothing, but his sixth sense implied the existence of astral beings who had just visited the place.
“What have you seen Mukhsin?” andika asked Mukhsin Bae.
Mukhsin looked around the pool to make sure things were okay.
“I only saw seven black shadow figures enter the pool,” he replied.
“Did you see them coming out of this pool?” ask Andika again.
Mukhsin shook his head.
“No. But I think they are a horde of people who are about to steal fish.”
“You saw for yourself, right? No fish lost or pond damaged?” Pranaja.
Mukhsin observed the state of the pond for a moment, then nodded, confirming Pranaja's words. Indeed there is no part of the pond that is damaged, the fish are also still many and visible on the surface.
“Surprisingly, there are some footprints that leave this pool, but there is no trace of his arrival,” continued Alimin while showing footprints with his flashlight.
Everyone immediately fell silent. They were watching closely, those footprints. Quietly the feathers sat them goosebumps. Only Pranaja looks calm.
“What do you think Pranaja?” ask Andika.
“Maybe the one who came was an astral being, got into the pool , then came out in the form of a human. Therefore I leave many traces.,” said Pranaja.
Mukhsin Bae and Alimin looked at each other. They did not think that the creature he saw was a demon.
“Hi, fortunately they did not see you,” said Alimin while holding Mukhsin's hand.
Mukhin nodded his head, He could not even imagine sleeping in the front house alone later.
“Alimin.” whiskey .Mukhsin Bae,” Malan I can sleep in your room huh??
“What? Can't do! Indeed mas Andika want to put where?”
“Please, just this once,” Mukhsin is still begging.
“No! What is there is a night of jum’at that is not happy.”
“Why?
“Because ngorokmu that makes people can not stand,” said Alimin firmly.
No more mercy. Everything has to be done alone, hehe..
“Already. It's okay, sleep with Alimin tonight, Mukhsin,” Andika said.
Mukhsin's face turned bright. But Andika's decision was met with strong protests from Alimin.
“But, how about mas Andika send.”
Dugdug!
Alimin's heart was beating fast. Sleeping in Miryam's room? Do you want to commit sins? His eyes immediately rounded perfectly.
“Why Alimin, if I go to Miryam's room, keep sleeping is it okay? The dangerous thing is that if I don't sleep together but stick together, it's a danger.”
Alimin and Mukhsin Bae scratched their non-itchy heads at Andika's jokes. Shaking their heads back to the pesantren. Only Pranaja was still seen quietly glued to that place. Andika did not care. He already knew that Pranaja was feeling something.
While the place raises a million question marks in Pranaja's heart. Where did those astral beings go after being human? Do they have bad intentions towards the Ksatriyan Santri Pesantren. I must be vigilant, her mind. His feelings said there would be major events involving him. And he's sure it's not a mirage.
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The night atmosphere in the pesantren is so quiet and peaceful. The santri had just fallen asleep after almost a day of searching the books of Safinah and Tanbikhul Ghofilin. Only a few senior santri and young ustadz-ustadz are still awake. Some are in charge of maintaining the security of the cottage, others are busy chatting waiting for drowsiness to come. In other places some young ustadz are also looking at their physical exercise with various kinds of canuragan heritage of the ancestors.
The Kyai himself is engrossed in the asceticism of all souls. Reciting dhikr, reciting prayers and chanting sacred verses in a heart-wrenching tone of vibration. Disclaiming the fact that so many people are immersed in worldly affairs, forgetting their essential interests. Reversing reality as if the afterlife is only a complementary need when the world life is fulfilled.
To glorify the false life of the world and to consider the afterlife to be nothing but a mirage. Pursue the unsatisfied world, and distract from the way of God. Then the Kyai looks like he saw that picture. Although faint yet clear and resolute, there would be a lot of bloodshed, but nowhere. And it all involved him.
“Hm, what's this sign?” his inner.
He got up from his seat, then stood in front of the window. His gaze gazed deeply through the concentration of the night which always presented a mystery. Because we never know what's going to happen behind the darkness. Take a deep breath, then take it out in a long, unsettling groove.
“Greetings my brother Badrussalam,” greet Panembahan Mbah Iro through his inner language.
Silently, Kyai Badrussalam answered the greeting with an inner language as well.
“May welfare always envelop you, my brother Iro.”
“Did you just dream of something I dreamed of?”
“Yes. Is correct. But I'm not yet clear about the place and the time.”
“Hm. Some have reached around us. Apparently they were about to attack secretly.”
Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head.
“Yes. I can also feel their presence, although it still looks so faint.”
“Then we just wait for what they will do.”
“Thank you Iro, I will fortify the Pesantren territory from intruders who try to enter using demonic powers.”
Kyai Badrussalam and Panembahan Mbah Iro stopped the conversation. That night also his body darted quickly towards the four points that became the boundary of the Pesantren region ‘Ksatryan Santri’. At each corner, he recited a prayer of salvation, such as creating a line of refuge connecting the four points. This is the power known to people as the occult fence, and Kyai Badrussalam makes the highest level magical fence.
The highest level magical fence is golden yellow, which can be used as a fortress to protect something from supernatural things such as black magic and real creatures and ghoib creatures, such as, suppose a thief or a demon. The golden yellow magical fence like sunlight in the eastern horizon usually has a calm energy and makes the atmosphere of the house conducive as usual.
“Lailaha illa Anta subhanaka inni kuntu minadhdalimin."
"There is no God but You. Most Holy of You, I am among the unjust."