Rasuk
The Happening In The Car
"You're doom! All because you are selfish, you want to win by yourself. You are jealous of him, you are the only one. It's all too late! Hihih ...."
Nola's heart rippled to hear the sentence that the woman said. The whole sense of turbulence in the soul, the boiling blood gave off a taste of heat that was second to none. His body was trembling, the sound of teeth was also heard loud. Nola's body was stiff, her round eyes widened perfectly.
Elegant laughter played by the dancer woman, making Nola increasingly unable to control themselves. Slowly his body floundered, until it sagged on the floor. The train that kept going was unfeeling, the girl was convulsing on the floor.
Under the gaze of Al as well as the other passengers, Nola was unconscious. His brown eyeballs eliminate being swallowed in a sinister white color. Nola, can't fight.
"Nola! What's wrong with you, Nola?" Al shook his friend's body.
Panic, that is what is seen from the look on the face of the teenager. He bit his lips, spreading a look at those who swarmed around him.
"Nola! Conscious!" his jolt again increased in panic when Nola's mouth actually issued a strong trembling sound.
"Who are you? Help u! Please my friend!" he said begging all the passengers who looked on pity and were horrified at the girl.
As they retreated a few steps away, because in addition to fear, they also did not understand what happened to Nola.
"Please my friend! Help me!" crying Al wailing. He did not know what to do, seeing Nola who kept floundering with bleached eyes made him even more panicked and anxious. He was also afraid that something unwanted might happen to the girl.
"ZERO!" Al shouted loudly. He held both of Nola's hands to stop moving, but still twitched even his strength as a man was unable to resist.
Al cried, roared in despair. Guilt began to fall on his heart. He should not have granted Nola's wish to leave. He should have taken Nola anywhere as long as he didn't leave the city. Nah! None of that would have happened if he had refused to go with the girl.
"Nola! Conscious, Nola!" her crying continues to echo.
"WHOEVER PLEASE! Please my friend!" his screams ended with a desperate plea from his heart.
"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim! Innaa lillaahi wa Inna ilaihi raaji'uun." Someone suddenly came while saying istirja with a concerned tone. He was wearing a sarong and a white cocoa top complete with a black peci lining his hair.
He crouched down in front of Al who was incessantly crying. The young man looked up, with melted eyes he made a plea to the almost old man. Cool and shady face, friendly smile again friendly. Al felt an infinite peace.
"Please my friend, sir. I don't know why he's so rich. I beg you, please, sir." Al lowered his head deeply.
Begging while sobbing bitterly. The old man in front of him rubbed his frail shoulder softly Al. Instantly, the sturdy shoulder he had prepared for someone to lean on him, unable to withstand the pain that Nola was currently experiencing.
The old man before him smiled, rubbing Al's badly shaken shoulders.
"I'm trying to help, yeah. Please read whatever you can. That will help me a lot" said the old man in a gentle, friendly tone.
Al nodded obediently, hearing the soft voice ringing in his ears, the teenager felt a coolness that he never got.
"You can read it, right? If you can't, just read alfatihah continuously until I'm done," repeated the old man again while releasing the hand from the shoulder Al.
He looked at all the passengers in the car.
"For Fathers and Mothers alike, please help him to recite any verse of the Qur'an, for those who are able, and for those who memorize the verse of the chair, please read it until I am done. Helping a brother like that is mandatory law," he said again.
He sat cross-legged near Nola's head. Take out a series of prayer beads and start twisting them. His lips were clammy, eyes were tightly closed. His body swayed like thatch blown by the baby.
Maybe they are what the wobbling grass means. When the tongue speaks dhikr, the body reflexively swings to the right and left. In a rhythm with the tone of dhikr that came out from between his wet lips.
Rumbling sounds from the recitation of the Qur'an verses the passengers of the train also filled the carriage where Alea was sprawled with a body that continued to flounder. Some of the men even sat on the right and left of the old man.
Al was surprised by it. The amazing thing he had seen, an old man was like a magnet attracting hidden iron. She was grateful, hope for Nola to survive was increasingly filling her heart. Gradually a sense of panic and anxiety, also desperate to get away from his place on foot.
"Don't daydream, young man! Your friend needs help, he needs to be rescued right away. Immediately help him out from the snare of the demon holding his soul. Read it! Read now!"
The sound of whispers right in his ear, jerking Al's body until he realized from the daydream. Stare down at Nola who starts to wriggle, growl, wriggle asking to be released. His tongue read everything he could.
His eyes were wide-sealed, like a magic weapon that could emit laser beams with incredible sharpness. He stood in his way towards Nola who was wrapped in a red scarf.
"Whoever I am, you don't need to know. I just want you to let go of the boy. He's too young, and you can't help it. Release her!" pinta old man with his gentle tone.
The woman smiled cynically, sneering at the old man who was unmoved with a bagbih in hand. His lips did not speak the sentences of thoyiibah to strengthen the belief.
"Mahaha ...." The woman laughed out loud. Both hands ruffled at the waist, challenging the old man who kept turning the seeds of the tasbih in hand.
"You old people don't know themselves, coming here just wants to deliver lives. Try it if you can take him away from me!" furious with the dancing woman while putting up horses prepared to attack the old man.
"Respect, Lastri! I know who you are. He can't make you a foothold to obey what you want. You can't go back to the world anymore. Your place is with them because of a deal you made yourself. Again I ask you carefully, take him off!" said the old man again pointed at Nola who had difficulty breathing due to the winding of the shawl.
"NO! I'm not gonna take him off. He should be rewarded for what he did. People are greedy and selfish. It's good that you go and let him here be my slave because I can't get a soul there" said the woman furiously.
He launched an attack, like someone who is good at martial arts, the dancing woman moved with agility and aggression. Clawing, punching, hitting, all he did to get the old man out of his world.
However, just like a weed blown by the wind, the old man could easily dodge all the attacks. Melengos to the right and left, ducking, also jumping he did while continuing to read dhikr and thoyiibah sentences.
The old man moved his hand, the prayer beads wrapped around it, lit up brightly before hitting Lastri's chest. He took a few steps back while screaming in pain. Lastri held onto his chest, before long a blackish-red liquid gushed from his mouth.
"You are stubborn ..," said the man, pointing his index finger at Lastri, "I will pull him by force and do not blame me if you get hurt!" he threatened.
He folded his hands on his chest, his eyes closed tightly. A bluish light appeared around his body. Lastri who felt there was an opportunity to attack back, immediately ran crashing. However, he bounced around before he managed to reach the old man's body.
"ARGH! Shit!" after landing rough on the floor.
"Back, Lastri! You won't be able to challenge him, he's no match for you!" A voice without form echoed in his ears.
Lastri, while holding back the anger, faded and disappeared with the scarf wrapped around Nola's neck.
"Nola!" call Al when he sees the girl's eyes start to go back to how they were.
The body that had been floundering since then, slowly stopped and remained motionless. His eyelids closed, intermittent coughing quite violently melanda.
Nola sat up while holding her chest and neck that hurt too squeezed. His breath hunted heavily, yet fully aware of the circumstances that befell him.
The announcement on the loudspeakers in the carriage echoed, in a few minutes the train will stop at a station. The old man along with how many passengers sitting cross-legged reading the prayers had moved. They stood up taking positions, some preparing to come out.
"Why am I sitting under a gini? My neck hurts, Al," complained Nola as she stared in a daze at the surroundings.
"Sit on top first, yuk. Later I will tell you," said Al while helping Nola to sit on the chair back.
"I'm very sick, Al. My chest is tight, why, anyway? Kok, suddenly under aja," said Nola again while hugging his own body.
His fingers squeezed both arms pulsating, grimacing and continuing to hiss. Al was really confused, one question came to mind whether Nola was not aware of what had happened?
"Do you really know nothing?" tanyanya looked at Nola's face that looked haggard.
The girl looked over, then shook her head weakly.
"What's the matter, anyway? Kok, you're such a confused kayak?" Nola asked back. Wrinkles on his forehead, in addition to holding the pain in the head, he was also surprised by Al's attitude that looked confused.
Al termangu, his whole life just this time saw a strange phenomenon that occurs in humans.
"Mmm .. excuse me, but may I sit here?"
Nola and Al simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.