I'm Not a Raunchy Shaman
Ustadz Ilyas Karim Congratulations

Malang early morning

At the residence of Ustadz Ilyas Karim, a man lay unconscious for a moment in the usual place of prayer or even meditate on the creator.

The condition is exactly the same as experienced by Ki Ageng and Abah Dewa. Ustadz Ilyas Karim was sprawled unconscious, looking clothes that he wore look wet because of the sweat of himself.

A few moments later the door of the special room where Ustadz Ilyas Karim meditated even the door of the room was opened by the figure of a middle-aged man who was none other than his father Ustadz Ilyas Karim with accompanied by Sukma the old woman stood beside him.

The flattened body with a white beard and the head wearing a white cloth tie looks like the aura of his authority feels very big.

"Astaghfirullah Alladzim." He turned to the man and walked over to Ustadz Ilyas Karim.

"Why did my son get this way, what really happened.?" The middle-aged man asked after awakening his son who was lying in a stretch of prayer mats.

"Answer You Kiayi!

"Your son had dared to dare to come to the royal palace of the demon monkey with his three companions, to release the supernatural agreement between the demon and the human race residing in the province of West Java. Because it was rash or did not measure the strength of his opponent, then the four of them were attacked by the King of Waladra.." The Sukma light of the old woman to the man called Kiayi.

The middle-aged man, clearly saw a charred wound on his chest.

"Then how are the three friends of my Son, are they exactly the same.?" Ask the middle-aged man.

"Yes. Kiay... The worst of his son Kiayi Safei, twice exposed to the anger of the monkey demon king.

"Astaghfirullah, why is it so rash for them." Her word.. Then his palms he kept on the chest of Ustadz Ilyas Karim while his mouth recited a prayer.

A moment later from the palm that was attached to the chest of Ustadz Ilyas Karim who was charred by the aura of power emitted by King Waladra, billowing thin black smoke.

Hot air spread throughout the body of Ustadz Ilyas Karim, as well as a sweat was seen on the face of the middle-aged man while his mouth komat kamit read a prayer.

Seconds later when the middle-aged man finished with the prayer he had read, and his palm was lifted from the chest of Ustadz Ilyas Karim, who had black wounds. Ustadz Ilyas Karim coughed and slowly opened his eyes.

"That's...!!

"Haw.........

"Heard his first sentence from Ustadz Ilyas Karim after passing through his critical period.

"How are you doing, Le......?" Ask the middle-aged man called Dad.

"Alhamdulillah Hirobbill Allamiin." Ustadz Ilyas Karim said.

"Le.. You better take a break..." Dad with Nyai will go to your best friend who is in Jepara.. Nyai said your best friend Bundo is also in critical condition.!

"Okay Dad..! Answer Ustadz Ilyas Karim briefly. For a while he did not want to ask this, because the greatest possibility had already known about it from the middle-aged woman sitting next to his father.

"Le.... The same father Nyai Bundo lived first to Jepara.. You wait here with my body." Say Sukma Mama sepuh with a smile that makes her child cool and cold suck in the heart.

"Wuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

"Wuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

Two middle-aged Sukma was as fast as lightning directly flew through the walls of the house Ustadz Ilyas Karim, directly to the city of Jepara where his residence Ustadz Zakaria best friend pesantren his son.

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Jepara.. Early morning.

The night was so calm accompanied the beauty of the atmosphere in the residence Ustadz Zakaria house, sayup sayup heard the sound of crickets breaking the silence of the night. There was the occasional sound of night birds flying in hope. The air felt refreshingly cold, the clear sky in the garnish star strewn stars accompanied the dashing King of the night that shone brightly scattered the glittering light.

So quiet and silent that night, in one of the sahung in the yard of Ustadz Zakaria house, looks like a man wearing white Koko, white, a black scab and green turban coiled around his neck in a state of unconsciousness.

That time after praying congregated in the mosque not far from the sahung where Ustadz Zakaria used to teach or just chat with guests who came to ask for help. Ustadz Zakaria was directly cross-legged and reached Sukma and flew to West Java where Abah Dewa and Ki Ageng waited for him to attack the royal palace of the demon monkey.

Man can only hope, but still have the will of the Gusti of God.. Belief Abah Dewa and Ki Ageng and his two best friends will be able to defeat King Waladra the King of the monkey demon, far from the fact that the four of them were defeated and are currently in a critical state. Had Jaya and Abah Atang and Nyai Bundo not come to help the four of them, perhaps now his Sukma has been destroyed and the next day the funeral in the area of the four of them will be carried out with painful sobs.

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"His.... Let's help Ustadz Zakaria maybe there's still time and nobody's been aware of it." Invite Sukma to the middle-aged man.

"Ready, Mr. Kiayi... Let's." Let's." Answer the old woman who is none other than Nyai Bundo.

Before a few seconds the two Sukma were now in front of Ustadz Zakaria lying, the condition was very worrisome. On his forehead there is a black streak extending about seven cm of energy from the impact of the stick of King Waladra.

"Ustadz Zakaria is worse than my son's. Ilyas Karim Nyai." Mama said sepuh after seeing a black stroke wound on her forehead.

"Will Kiayi Sepuh be able to overcome her and heal this person.?" Ask Nyai Bundo.

"I will try and ask God's help." Answer Kiayi Sepuh.

"Hyai help me, by reading sholawat Syifa or can be called also by the name sholawat Thibbiyah, has the meaning of medicine and antidote. In accordance with the meaning, sholawat Syifa has the priority to cure all diseases. Nyai Bundo nodded.

The same thing he did to his son Ustadz Ilyas Karim.. Kiayi Sepuh also immediately put a palm to the forehead of Zakaria who had been hit by King Waladra's spear attack..

Nyai Bundo himself with a rhythm and sound that is so melodious read sholawat Syifa chants with sahdu and echo, as if read by thousands of people.

Allahumma sholli 'ala sayyidina Muhammadin, tibbil quuluubi wa dawaa-iha, wa 'aafiyatil abdaani wa syifa-iha, wa nuuril abshoori wa dliyaa-iha, wa 'ala aalihi wa shahbihi wa sallim.

Seriate.