ADILAGES
CHAKRAS 2

Okkult and Gangren

Since the “rebirth” Cakra with the new heir at Anak Krakatau Mountain, Adhyaksa Wiguna often makes use of information access as a journalist and uses the power of Cakra to eradicate evil.

However, Cakra did not like to show off at all. All the action is done at night, almost always secretly. Even more than that, there are people who saw the sighting of “the red” devil that flashed flying on the roofs of the house. There were even some criminals who claimed to see the “red” devil when they were struck by some kind of high-voltage electricity, just before fainting.

And today, in the blazing afternoon, Adhi as usual hunts for news on the streets of Jakarta. And as usual, there was a crowd of people who caught his attention. He got off the city bus and rushed to the crowd.

“Excuse me, excuse me, I'm a journalist,” Adhi said with as much courtesy as possible, breaking through the crowd and making people grumble.

No doubt the reporter was astonished to see the scene in front of him. On the side of the road lay a boy covered in blood. From her shabby and dull clothes, it seems that she is a street child.

Adhi exclaims, “What's with him?”

A “viewer” replied, “This child suddenly crossed the road and became a hit-and-run victim. A car drove not too fast, hit and bulldozed it, then quickly darted away.”

“Is the police here?”

“No, and no one came.”

Adhi clucked disappointed. “Some have called an ambulance?”

The second person replied, “Ya, with an emergency number. But until now no one has come!”

That answer made Adhi act spontaneously. He lifted up the boy's body, then carried him in his arms while running. “Surge! Move!” his yell.

Masses move aside grumbling, “Crazy people! Does he think he can reach the nearest hospital by running?” “What does he have to do with the boy?”

Adhi certainly doesn't care about any of that. Utilizing the gap in the crowd, he continued to run. “Defense, brother! Close your eyes!”

“Nggg...” The child in Adhi's sling is too weak to say “y”, and closes his eyes obediently.

Upon entering the narrow and desolate passageway, Adhi focused her mind. Suddenly the jasper gem on his belt shimmered brightly. The young man's body was wrapped in a red membrane and re-emerged as Cakra.

The Red Thunderbolt Swordsman flew out of the alley, still hugging the street child tightly. After soaring high enough, he paused for a moment, hovering in the air and looking around.

When recognizing a building marked by a crossbar and inscribed with “HAKIT” at its peak, Cakra shot towards the building. The flying speed is now equivalent to a large propeller-powered aircraft, but it takes a few minutes to arrive at the destination. Cakra's heart pounding has never been this hard, I hope it's not too late.

Finally Cakra landed in front of the Emergency Ward. Without caring about the crowd looking at him in amazement, he knocked the boy in.

“Please take care of this child! He's a hit-and-run victim!” exclaiming Cakra while continuing to move quickly.

A female nurse blocks Cakra. “Wait! Are you a relative of his family? Your clothes are so weird!”

“Take care of this child first, sister! I'll explain everything later.”

“Sorry, man. This ward is full. You better wait a minute or refer to another hospital.”.

The young blood of Cakra bubbled. The life of a human on the edge of the horn, should take care of it first, no matter what the status. “Didn't you watch this kid die all the time?!”

“It's not so, man. We are trying to save the lives of other patients as well.”.

The nurse's words came to a halt as Cakra Shaken his inner energy, emitting prana. This action alone was enough to intimidate, suppress the guts of ordinary people like this woman. The nurse's face became as pale as a corpse. “B-good, sir...we take care of it right now! Lay it on an empty push bed there.”

Cakra rushes to do the nurse's instructions. However, wearing some gloves, he did not realize that the boy's body was cold. Only when he saw the pale and blue face of the child, Cakra only knew his true condition.

“No! Oh my God, please! Nay! Wait a minute!” While saying so, Cakra pressed down on the chest of the child, channeling the prana through his palms like a pacemaker. “Open your eyes, brother! Look, you've reached the hospital, and the doctor will treat you to recovery! Aware!”

Repeatedly, endlessly the second “tapak lightning” Cakra kept on Jerking, still no progress. Until finally a doctor ran over, brandished a palm and exclaimed, “Stop, man! Let me check!”

The chakras receded, allowing the parobaya male doctor to feel the pulse, nostrils and eyes of the street child. In the end, the doctor shook his head. “Aih, if this child is treated sooner, maybe his life can still be saved. He came home a few minutes ago.”

Cakra could only be transfixed to see a white blanket spread covering the entire body until the face of the unfortunate child. The hero's teeth were rustling, but who else would he be mad at now?

Only then did he realize that one could be a god, but still not be able to surpass the will of the Almighty.

One may try his hardest, but the end result is still determined by the Almighty.

Even a god cannot escape his own destiny.

The contemplation of the Cakra was broken instantly by the doctor who looked at him as he said, “Pardon us, the patients in this ward are too many until we are overwhelmed. The hospital will take care of the funeral of this child, but may I know your name, for the record?”

The next morning, the name Cakra was published in the newspaper, and ironically it was the Sanggabuana Daily. Certainly not Adhyaksa Wiguna who wrote the article, but other fellow journalists. Amateur photo of an eyewitness who had photographed Cakra in the hospital was plastered, and of course the witness did not die “dikerjai” spirit Mpu Gandring.

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The time keeps passing…

One night, Adhi is seen walking casually in front of a luxury residential complex in the suburbs. Suddenly he climbed a large tree very nimble, then jumped like an ape to another large tree in the yard of the house. Well, the more proficient you are in mastering the power of the Cakra, said the spirit of Mpu Gandring who resides in the Sudarsana Cakra Belt.

The chakras are deepened, this is thanks to the guidance of the teacher. Well, now we're right in front of the house of an official, reportedly accused of colluding, conspiring with a big company. I've been stalking and stalking the man for two days, even using my super vision and hearing to look for evidence. But so far there have been no results. Perhaps the Wage Notowiryo is indeed clean, and all accusations against him are just slander.

Not necessarily, Adhi. Who knows you're in luck tonight. Look at that, in front of the house.

Just need street light lighting for Adhi to see the new type of luxury sports utility vehicle stop and park in front of the house si “taran” it.

A woman in a white dress and very long hair and a thin man dressed in all black came out of the car. A uniformed housekeeper greeted them, the two guests passed through the gate and entered the large, European-style, domed mansion.

Adhi focused prana on his eyes and ears, looking and hearing through walls and windows. After tracing each room, his gaze glared into the host's study.

The two guests were seated opposite a half-fat, half-bald, middle-aged man. No doubt, Adhi recognized her as Wage Notowiryo. The “target” have been in their position, and more importantly is the content of their conversation.

“This is his license, according to your boss' request, complete with his land certificate. Now, you have the right to evict all buildings on the land without having to pay any compensation,” said Wage stylishly, smokes thick smoke from his cohiba cigar while thrusting a map on his desk at the two guests.

The long-haired woman opened the map, reading the contents quickly. Then he closed the map, gave it to the skinny man who immediately kept it in the black bag he was carrying. The man then took out a thick envelope and thrust it towards the Wage.

Without checking the contents of the envelope, the official immediately put it in his desk drawer. Then with an amazing smile wide Wage said, “Well, is there anything else I can help?”

“Actually there is,” said the long hair while sitting casually as if teasing his interlocutor. “But this is not a problem ‘bisnis’ us.”

Wage. “What do you mean?”

The pale-faced woman with razor-sharp eyes then got up from her seat, walking around in style towards Wage while talking, “Actually, recently it was broadcast ‘bad news’, which is about your relationship with our company.”

The skinny man who also had a pale face and was older than he should have commented, “Ck, ck, ck, you are apparently being careless. Extremely sloppy.”

Hearing that, cold sweat dripped from the forehead of “lapang” Wage. “Wait a minute,” the rebuttal. “Try thinking, all our meetings are held here, right? In a room free of eavesdroppers and cameras, soundproof, windowless anyway. No one, not even my own children can know and divulge our secrets!”

Suddenly Wage was aghast, only to realize that the graceful woman had beridri right behind the luxurious leather chair. The woman's hand was stretched out, her nails were long and looked like painted black nails “gengelitiki” her neck.

The woman then whispered, “But it is possible. you who let go of talking... Either while drunk at a nightclub… Do you think we'll stay put, let the situation drag on? As long as you know, it is better for you to disappear from the face of the earth than for us who are in trouble, endangering our company and our master.” The woman then flicked her nails in front of the mouth of the Wage, cut the cigar until the tip just falls on the ashtray.

“Wait! D-don't...! It's impossible for me to do such a stupid thing!” The attitude of the arrogant official changed. “After all, the first to expose the news was the Sanggabuana Daily, right? The paper is too vocal! They're the ones you have to shut up!”

“Oh, so it looks,” said the skinny man with a sunken cheek while carrying his chin. “Then we will stop by the office of Harian Sanggabuana, leave a little ‘bitter’ lesson so as not to interfere again in our affairs.”

Hearing all that, Adhi's blood boiled. Unintentionally, it emits prana. He is intent on transforming into Cakra and flies off to warn his fellow office mates who are still on night duty, stripping them of their doom.

Suddenly the longhaired woman exclaimed, “Wait, Ki Rogohjiwo! I felt the prana! There's someone watching us!”

“You're right, Deborah! Come on, let's go after him!”

Deborah Gunadi and Ki Rogohjiwo darted away, leaving the trembling Wage Notowiryo, glued to his seat.

Gawat, I'm caught! While deeply entrenched, Adhi concentrates the prana on his belt and transforms into Cakra. I had to face them and stop them. True to Cakra's guess, almost in an instant, the two pursuers had come out of the house and ran towards the gate. Upon seeing Cakra hovering in the air, Rogohjiwo and Debora stopped their steps, reprimanding furiously.

“Oh, apparently you're a magician who dares to interfere in our affairs, huh?!” exclaimed Ki Rogohjiwo, the shaman dressed in black. “Are you tired of living, challenging us in this full housing ‘innocent’, huh?!”

“Yes, as far as I am concerned, the sin of the owner of this house is as big as his distended stomach. My name is Cakra, and my job is to prevent you from committing even greater sins!” Cakra then fired a barrage of red lightning from the air while moving floating like a helicopter.

The guards and house dwellers ran in panic, as did Wage whose face was deathly pale. Deborah and Rogohjiwo pontang dodge. The shaman was even stung by lightning until he slammed and sprawled on the land of the vast courtyard of the house.

“Less ajaar!” maki Debora saw the condition of her partner.

Cakra stopped his attack because he could not hit the ghostly woman. A moment later, he gasped to see Deborah's appearance change to be very different.

Debora's black hair turns white and breaks down like it's always blowing in the wind. The white dress she wore also turned into creepy tufts. Most noticeable, his pale face and skin were now as white as chalk. Debora's appearance is like a kuntilanak, a long-haired female ghost. The new chakra notices the white choker neck belt around Deborah's neck as the black air picks up from the bedouin jewels that adorn the choker. His eyes became red and highlighted the nanar, a sign of this creature thirsting for blood.

“When you go to hell tonight, tell the demons there, your killer is me, Okkult, The Kuntilanak Live!” After speaking, Okkult's feet snapped at the ground, rejecting his body and darting flying into the air.