ADILAGES
GENTA

Murca bellows clanging, sign of the start of a series of tempests.

A minibus drove in the darkness of the night, on a deserted road. There were only trees on the left-right, not a single house as far as the eye could see.  Seen on the side of the white minibus car it was black writing “WARDHANA LOGISTICS”.

A driver and his knuckle were talking in the car, trying to dispel the drowsiness that often greeted. Occasionally they joke, throwing jokes that are indecent, but successfully shuffle the stomach.

“Haha, already ah, Bud!” chirp the driver. “We've exited the toll road and entered the boss house area, nih!”

“Wah, yes too, Wan. Not too bad, after chatting all the way from the National Museum. But roughly what goods we haul behind it, huh?” that bitch named Budi.

Iwan shrugged his shoulders. “Once, I don't know either. In the street letter is only written a series of letter and number codes only. But it's no secret, our boss is indeed a researcher of culture and ancient artifacts that are quite respected. Well, although indeed he is more famous as one of the most successful young conglomerates in Indonesia.”

Budi, the kenek nodded. “Iya, yes. It's cool that our boss is. But, frankly I am confused, why is his home in Jakarta in a far, dark and remote place? Especially at midnight blind like this.”.

“That's because his house is very spacious, and the boss needs fresh air, away from urban pollution in order to be more free with his ‘riset-research culture’ it.” Iwan elbowed his partner. “Wah, well, don't tell me you're afraid just in case a pocong or kuntilanak suddenly appears and comes in front of us.”

“Hey, that's not funny at all, Wan!” sergeant Budi while looking at his partner. “Amit-amit, we should stay away from all beings, bneda or supernatural things! Better to complete the task and return home safely..”.

Suddenly Iwan cuts, “Ssh, Bud! Look ahead there!” He pointed to the front of the car

“Aaan anyway? I told you not to say..” Budi stopped talking, his mouth agape.

A white figure was standing not too far in front of the car. So as not to hit the figure, Iwan stepped on the brake suddenly. Not wearing a seatbelt, Budi's head hit the windshield of the minibus. But even angry he did not have time, his face paled as if seeing a ghost.

How not, the white figure was wearing a dull white shroud that was tied just above his head, and the other end was left dangling to the ground to resemble a ragged long skirt. However, Budi and Iwan still recognize it as a kind of undead or zombie from Indonesia, which is called…

“... Pocong!” scream hysterically. “Tap gas, Wan! Pass her! Who knows it's robbery mode, scare us with a costumed human pocong!”

Iwan glued, trembling. He probably felt this supernatural apparition in front of him too.

“Come, tap gas!”

This time Iwan responded with a stammer, “B-what if it was so? B-what if he m-chases us?”

“Crash it! This car is strong, ‘kan?” Simple reasoning tends to choose the easiest solution. “If he's human, at least he can dodge, ‘kan? Hurry Wan, before the herd surrounds us!” He swiftly pulled out a gun, mandatory equipment for couriers of secured cars in any company.

Without a second thought, Iwan nodded. The minibus starts to go, the faster it goes. Instead, the pocong remained unmoved. Is he really the kind of desperate man who just dodged at the last moment?

All the thoughts of Budi and Iwan are wrong.

His reason? The next moment, suddenly the figure of the pocong changed. His body seemed to swell, gigantic and looked extremely stocky. Even the shroud he was wearing lifted up to the ends parallel to the navel.

The two people in the car were screaming like crazy, but Iwan did not slow down his car at all. The hope, “creature” was hit dead.

Through a show of strength that transcended the limits of reason, the giant “pocong” gripped both sides of the “facial” minibus, restraining its speed. The two front wheels of the minibus were still spinning hard and squeaking loudly. But when the front of the car is lifted up high, the two rear wheels of the car stop instantly.

Like a breeze, a woman's voice sounded soft, yet very clear. “Wah, wow, Gangren, don't be too rude to both of our guests this.”

As if obeying the woman, the giant pocong then slammed the car down strongly. Once again, Budi jumped the hardest. His wounds were severe, his head and face were bleeding. Although not dying like his partner, Iwan seemed to be staring at two death angels who were about to pick himself up and his forehead. It was as if all the colors were coming from his face now.

The mysterious woman appears and moves towards the car. His movements were very strange, drifting without stepping or tracing the ground. Her hair and dress are very long, white and unraveling. Most terrifyingly, his entire facial skin and body looked extremely pale-purple. Plus the black-colour around the eyes, eyebrows and lips looks like a very thick cosmetic.

Overall, the woman looked like a female ghost, kuntilanak.

Then, the “kuntilanak liv” just entered from the broken car window, black blood dripping from the scratches of broken glass he ignored. Those injuries will come back quickly.

Iwan who was still fixated and squeezed in the car ringsek it could only stare at the beautiful but creepy face was very close in front of him.

The kuntilanak then spoke subtly but made up like earlier, “Nah, introduce. My name is Okkult and my shy friend is Gangren.”

Even though he had not spoken since, Gangren the giant pocong did not seem shy at all. He then walked to the back of the car, then pulled out the back door easily as if tearing a cardboard.

Okkult the kuntilanak life continues, “We only want to take one object from your car. Surely you want to give it with pleasure, ‘kan?”

A dying man cannot speak. Only Iwan nodded like a fool. “Eh, i-yes, mbak. Go ahead, take everything you want, but please don't kill us! Later our wives..”.

“Tat, tat, tat!” In a westernized style, Okkult wiggled his pointed index finger in front of Iwan. “I know, you must have asked for that. But we did not promise anything, ‘kan?”

Iwan's face became almost as pale as the Okkult. Especially when one fingernail kuntilanak black and long it penetrates to the pulse of the hand Iwan like a giant syringe.

“Well, one more for this colleague of yours.” Okkult also “injecting” Budi, ending the fate of the dying kenek. Apparently the nail of the woman with mystical ghost powers contains poison. Without an adequate inner force called prana, death is the price of death, the definitive end.

“K... Cruel you guys..” said Iwan stammered while shedding tears. It is a shadow of his wife and child who will surely suffer after the death of the head of the family, the main source of their livelihood. His face began to turn blue as the poison began to react, flowing through his entire body.

But Okkult still looks relaxed, and seems a bit bored. “Well, what to say. The main demand of our profession is the abstinence of witnesses. Our fingers are not under investigation, neither is blood to give any clue. Never mind, just accept your fate, go to the afterlife or be a curious spirit! Well, Gangren has got the goods.”

With the rest of his last energy, Iwan turned his head. He saw the giant pocong carrying a fireproof iron box labeled “HIGH SECRET”.

Just for the sake of that little box did Iwan and Budi lose their lives? How valuable is the content, so it takes two super-sakti warriors to seize it? It is possible that the answer to both questions is “ya”, looking at the clothes and body of Gangren that blackened like charred, as if just struck by a barrage of almighty lightning.

For Iwan, now all free. All of this had happened, there was no way he could avoid it anymore.

Moments before the poison ran through his heart, Iwan had seen Gangren and Okkult, the pocong and the kuntilanak man-eating life turned around, waltzing away carrying their loot. Their steps were slow and relaxed, their figures as if gradually disappearing into the darkness of the night.

The last voice Iwan heard was the Okkult who chanted a soft-pitched song in Javanese language that he did not understand.

Tembang introduction of spirits.