With no other options left, Raka called Kiai Jaffar in desperation. Thirty minutes later, a knock echoed from the front door.
"Assalamu'alaikum!"
Raka, who had just finished reciting Surah Yasin, quickly stood up and hurried to open the door.
"Wa'alaikumsalam! Alhamdulillah, please come in, Kiai. Straight to the living room," Raka said, shaking the spiritual leader's hand respectfully.
They walked together toward the center of the house. Suddenly, Laras's body vanished into thin air. Raka's eyes widened in shock and confusion.
"Astaghfirullah! Where is Laras? She was right here, Kiai. My wife was in terrible pain… she's being tortured by the birth of a jinn child," Raka explained, his body trembling violently.
Kiai Jaffar stood calmly, scanning the entire room. He turned toward one side, recited a prayer, and said firmly, "Assalamu'alaikum. Whoever you are, do not disturb this family!"
Moments later, a roaring wind filled the house. High up near the ceiling, Laras's body appeared, bound and suspended in mid-air. Her lips moved as if she were screaming for help, but no sound came out.
Raka immediately grabbed a chair and climbed up, desperately trying to reach her, but she was too high.
"That is not your wife, Raka," the Kiai said calmly. "It's only a jinn imitating her." He then continued reciting prayers without pause.
Soon after, a piercing shriek rang out, and the illusion of Laras disappeared. A powerful gust of wind slammed into both men. Raka nearly fell if Kiai Jaffar hadn't caught him.
"Astaghfirullah! What kind of wind is this?" Raka asked, shaking.
The entire room was torn apart by the violent wind. A thick musk scent filled the air as two figures materialized from a swirling cloud of smoke.
"Laras!" Raka shouted, rushing toward the woman being held tightly in the arms of a tall, handsome man.
"Be patient, Raka! It might not be her," the Kiai warned, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"That is my wife, Kiai!"
"She is under the spell of a powerful supernatural binding," the Kiai whispered. "Let me speak to him." Then, in a calm but authoritative voice, he said, "Please stay calm, Raka. Recite Ayatul Kursi."
Raka immediately began reciting the verse.
"Assalamu'alaikum," the Kiai greeted the figure. "Please release Laras. She is already married. You can find a wife from your own kind."
"Wa'alaikumsalam," the being replied. "I want this woman."
Raka's blood boiled at the answer, but he held himself back, afraid any rash action might endanger Laras. He trusted Kiai Jaffar completely in these matters.
"Don't you realize your worlds are different? This woman already has a husband."
"I will take her to my world. She is carrying my child. I don't care about her human husband."
Raka's anger flared. He stepped forward, but the Kiai quickly stopped him.
"You bastard!" Raka cursed, fists clenched tightly.
"Let me handle this," Kiai Jaffar said. "With Allah's permission, may this be made easy."
"Ameen," Raka replied.
Kiai Jaffar recited more prayers. Zahir's body wavered slightly but remained standing. He only tightened his embrace around Laras.
"Release her! I will find you a wife from your own kind," the Kiai's voice boomed with spiritual power.
"I want no one but her. I am content with the birth of our child."
"Astaghfirullah hal adzim," the Kiai muttered, clearly growing frustrated with Zahir's stubbornness. "It is impossible for her to give birth to a jinn child. You are different beings."
"Impossible?" Zahir sneered. "The proof is right here. Our child is about to be born. Laras is my wife."
With those words, Zahir vanished along with Laras.
"Astaghfirullah hal adzim!" Kiai Jaffar shouted, rapidly turning the beads of his tasbih.
"Laras…!" Raka's legs gave out. The Kiai quickly caught him before he collapsed.
The room, which had been chaotic moments ago, fell into an eerie silence. The heavy scent of musk still clung to the walls. Raka stared blankly at the spot where his wife had been, breathing hard.
"Kiai… my wife has been taken."
Kiai Jaffar let out a long, heavy sigh. His usually composed face now looked tense, cold sweat dotting his temples.
"This is no ordinary jinn, Raka," he said quietly. "This being is extremely powerful. He doesn't just desire Laras — he has bound her with a blood tie. The child she carries is his bridge into this world."
Suddenly, the lights began flickering. The temperature in the room dropped sharply, frost forming on the windows.
From the kitchen came the repeated sound of breaking glass.
Kiai Jaffar stood tall.
"Raka, perform wudu right now! Keep reciting Ayatul Kursi, even if only in your heart!"
Raka ran to the bathroom on trembling legs. The moment he finished, he heard Kiai Jaffar's powerful shout from the living room.
"ALLAHU AKBAR!"
A loud boom shook the entire house. Raka rushed back and saw the Kiai standing firm in the center of the room, holding his tasbih, his body slightly unsteady.
In front of him stood Zahir once again. This time, his perfect handsomeness was gone. His eyes burned blood-red, black veins crawling across his neck and hands.
He still held Laras tightly in his arms. She was unconscious, deathly pale, her belly grotesquely swollen as if ready to give birth at any moment.
"She belongs to me!" Zahir roared, his voice layered and demonic.
Kiai Jaffar stood fearless. He stepped forward, reciting verses with growing intensity.
"Return to your realm, creature! By the permission of Allah, I expel you from this house and this family!"
Zahir let out a cold, mocking laugh that sent chills down Raka's spine.
"You think your prayers can drive me away?" Zahir sneered. "I have planted my seed inside her. Our blood has mixed. Even if you manage to banish me now, my child will still be born — and he will come for his mother."
Suddenly, Laras's eyes snapped open. They were completely white, no pupils visible. She turned toward Raka and smiled unnaturally wide, tearing the corners of her mouth.
"Zahir!" she screamed in a horrifying double-layered voice. "Why did you leave me to give birth alone?"
Fresh blood dripped down her legs onto the floor.
Raka fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Laras! Wake up! It's me, Raka!"
Zahir looked at Raka with a triumphant, cruel smile.
"You heard her. Even half-conscious, she calls for me. You're just an ordinary human. You will never be able to protect her."
Kiai Jaffar suddenly pulled out a small bottle of Zamzam water and a handful of salt that had been blessed with prayers. He splashed it toward Zahir while shouting powerfully:
"Bismillahirrahmanirrahim! Leave this woman's body!"
Zahir growled in rage. His body trembled violently. Laras screamed in agony, her head snapping backward. Her swollen belly moved and twisted violently, as if something inside was desperately trying to claw its way out.
"Aaaaaahhh!!! It hurts!!! Please… it hurts so much!!"
Blood flowed even faster. Zahir only tightened his grip on her, refusing to let go.
"You will never have her!" Zahir roared.
The room grew darker. The lights flickered one last time before going out completely. Only faint light from outside illuminated Zahir's terrifying face and Laras's tortured expression.
Kiai Jaffar shouted again with all his strength. "Get out!!!"
The combined sound of Laras's agonizing screams and Zahir's furious roars merged into one deafening, blood-curdling noise that shook the entire house.
Raka watched in horror as black, vein-like lines began spreading across Laras's pale skin. Her belly kept expanding, the skin stretching so thin it looked almost transparent. For a split second, he saw the clear silhouette of a small, monstrous hand with long claws pressing outward from inside her.
"Laras!!" Raka screamed, tears streaming down his face.
Zahir turned his glowing red eyes toward Raka, his handsome features now twisted into something demonic and cruel.
"She stopped being yours the moment she carried my child," he hissed. "Her body, her soul, and the life inside her — all of it belongs to me now."
Kiai Jaffar's voice grew louder and more forceful as he recited longer verses. The air itself seemed to fight back. The musk scent became so overpowering it burned their lungs.
Suddenly, Laras's body convulsed violently in Zahir's arms. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as dark blood poured from her lips.
Then, with one final, earth-shattering roar from Zahir, both he and Laras vanished into a swirling vortex of black smoke.
The house fell into complete silence.
Raka dropped to the floor, staring at the empty space where his wife had been just moments ago. His hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Kiai… what do we do now?" he whispered, his voice broken. "How do I get my wife back?"
Kiai Jaffar stood still, breathing heavily. His face looked exhausted and grim.
"This is no longer a simple exorcism, Raka," he said quietly. "Your wife has been taken into the jinn realm. And if that child is born there… she may never return as the Laras you once knew."
Raka clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Tears mixed with rage and despair burned in his eyes.
"I don't care what it takes," he said through gritted teeth. "I will bring her back. Even if I have to follow her into that world myself."