Karisma The Owner of Khodam
The sword of Cahya sir

***

Zizi's House.

"Mbakyu, it looks like we have to do something" said Mr. Cahya.

"True mbakyu, do not let Zizi and Slamet exceed 100 days in the ghoib" said Pak Amin.

"How do you think ?" ask Ms. Asiyah.

"At least we'll find out where the gate of the ghoib world Kanaya is" said Mr. Cahya.

"Finding the ghoib world gate ?? Where is sir ??" ask Ms. Asiyah again.

"Well, that's the difficult mbakyu, when we enter the boarding house in Jakarta we do not feel there is a ghoib gate there, just that there are many fine creatures that inhabit the boarding house" added mr. Amin.

"Keep ??"

"We have to go to Jakarta again looking for that gate"

"What about my husband ?"

Mr. Cahya and Mr. Amin looked at each other. Because Slamet was still lying in bed unconscious alias not fused between soul and body.

***

While Zizi and Mr. Slamet are still busy fighting the creatures. They are far apart. Mr. Slamet did not even have time to look at Zizi.

While Zizi, repeatedly fell and fell due to the impact of the creature.

"I said I have khodam, why can't I control it !! Even when I started dying ! Where is she ?? Whereaaa ???" said Zizi with eyes that began to glaze over but continue to try to rise up against.

Again Zizi had to fall when facing them. But he did not give up, he did not want if Kanaya won, if there was another father who followed him.

"Gue hasn't lost yet !!" zizi shouted encouragingly to himself.

As he was about to stand up, his hand touched something. Zizi was a little surprised. Then he tried to scrape the sand.

"Sword ???"

He tried to take it.

"Have Mr. Cahya" he said in his heart.

Suddenly the wind appeared so fierce and Zizi had to cover his face.

"Not all khodam have energy when entering several regions. And your khodammu is among the weak, so he can't help you right now"

Zizi could not see who was talking to him. He only recognized the voice, like the voice from Kanaya.

"Stay away from the merchant now !!"

Zizi lowered his head while occasionally glancing towards the sword and trying to touch it.

The wind was still strong there, Zizi was repeatedly flickering and his mouth was occasionally dust.

He was still trying to reach the stalk of the merchant with his eyes still closed. Trying to feel and trying to hold on to the handle.

"Ah, got !" zizi said inwardly as he managed to touch the hilt of the sword.

The wind suddenly stopped blowing. Kanaya was a little surprised to see that. All he knew was that no one could control the merchant unless he was the original owner.

"Stay away from the merchant !!"

Zizi tried to stand up and began to pull the sword from the collision of dust.

"You won't be able to do that Zi !"

It turned out that the merchant was so heavy. Even Zizi's one hand was unable to lift it. Seeing that, Kanaya smiled.

"Your hands will blister when you hold them so tightly" Kanaya said.

Zizi was still trying to lift her up even though she now felt her body start to shake.

"I was afraid of the sword, but I warned you not to do anything"

Zizi still doesn't want to talk to Kanaya. He knew he had to end it before it was too late. And he doesn't want his dad to be there too long.

Zizi was silent, he no longer tried to raise his sword, he just held on there.

"As a human being, I am aware of a death because it must happen, to anyone who lives, not just me, maybe my friends will also experience it someday"

"Alright, and look at this" Kanaya said as she flicked her shawl against Zizi's face.

At that moment he saw his father lying there covered with blood.

"Flame !!!" zizi shouted hysterically.

He removed his hand from the grasp of the sword and immediately ran towards his father while shedding tears.

"Rapaaaaa.. Wake up paaaa !!! Pa banguuun !!"

His father was still stiff there. Suddenly Zizi's throat hurt and so dry it felt. He can't even make any sound.

"Oh my God, why is this...."

He tried to hit a little at the nape of his neck hoping he could get something out of his throat.

He started to get sick and vomit there. He was shocked when he saw his own vomit.

"Huh ???!!!! Hair ???" he said in his heart.

He tried to keep pulling the hair, but the hair was too long. It's getting nauseous. But the hair is like there is no end.

"Huueeekkkk"

He tried to wake his father, but when he touched him his father turned to dust. It's getting less and less funny.

The nausea was so intense, that Zizi did not realize that the hair coming out of her mouth began to wrap around her body.

"Ukhuuk-ukhuukk !! Hueekkk... Hueekkkk !!!"

He looked back, at the sword he had held. It turned out that the sword was standing stuck in the sand and no longer lying.

"Maybe I should cut this hair" Zizi said inwardly as she continued to endure her nausea.

When he was about to stand up, he fell down because the hairs had been wrapped around his body.

BRAAAKKKK

"Hiks... Hicksnake..."

Zizi could only cry over her condition. Even there was no one he could ask for help.

***

While Mr. Slamet himself is still busy fighting the creatures there.

BRAAKKKKKK

He fell down, this kick made his blood spurt and he lost a little bit of power.

"Astaghfirullah hal adziiim" he said, clutching his aching chest.

The creatures kept coming closer, he had no more strength to resist. He pelted them with a handful of dust which he took with one hand.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim !! Huffgh !!!"

That's good enough to take time. He also continued to take sand there to throw at the creatures.

When he was about to take it again he touched something, like wood.then without thinking long, he took it.

"Sweep lidi palm hilt ??"

It's like getting extra energy. He was able to stand straight back to fight the creatures there.

"Whether this has anyone, or maybe this is help from God, I am essentially grateful to God ! Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's... Let's move on"

While elsewhere Doni the owner of the broomstick lidi palm handle felt that someone was using it. He only prayed that the one who used it was a good person.

"Ki !! My palm-handled bidi broom in people's wear"