ADILAGES
MURCA 2'S

As a professional investigator, Rania Giselda must apply three principles, namely confidentiality, maturity of preparation and speed, both in decision making and action.

In order to maintain the confidentiality of clients and “other figures” his team, Rania now with Adhyaksa Wiguna and young, thin, dark-skinned men and the same age as both, Bondan Prasetyo came to the location of “disputi”, where he was born, according to the instructions of their clients, Indra Lukmanto and Dian Megaranti.

“Are you sure this is the place, Rania?” bondan asked as he kept his eyes away from his double lens binoculars equipped with infrared lights to see in the darkness of the night. “Although it is big, the old house looks uninhabitable. The yard is unkempt, full of vegetation. The atmosphere is very quiet, as if it has been abandoned for years.”

Rania replied calmly, “Try to remember our client's complaint, Bondan. The supernatural beings occupied the house, surely they made it like a haunted house.”

“Yes, I remember kok,” grumbled Bondan.

“Again what we will face is Gangren and Okkult, living humans who are united with pocong and kuntilanak. With the power of three, our chances of winning are getting bigger,” said Adhi without meaning to know at all.

But those words instead made Bondan snort fiercely. “Hey, hey, who are you? How do you know so much about Gangren and Okkult? I didn't even tell Rania about it.”

Rania shone a glare at Bondan and said, “This is our new partner, Adhyaksa Wiguna. He once fought with you against those half-ghost humans.”

“Oh, so you're this.. Cakra?” Bondan.

“Yes, and you must be Reog, ‘right?” Adhi has been able to guess the secret identity of Bondan from the hair dreadlocks. “I think this is what his name is ‘united’ by the same enemy!”

Bondan laughed, melting the stiff atmosphere earlier.

Rania flicked her finger. “Well, let's change shape and start moving. Remember, use mini radios and prana tracking science to keep us connected when we split up!”

The heirloom of Bondan's mask, ring and belt, Rania and Adhi shimmered, and the three of them instantly turned into Reog, Rangda and Cakra. With this all the preparations are complete. Just act and use all experience as an intruder to make a series of decisions throughout this mission.

With super night vision, the three legendary warriors approached the old building house almost silently, from different directions. Rangda from the front of the house, and Reog who was the most agile movement entered through the back door.

As the only “flyer” in the team, Cakra infiltrated from the top floor of this European-Dutch Colonial-style building. His sons, relatives of Indra family who once lived here are very likely descendants of high officials or landlords, the Dutch.

The chakras enter through a window that is left open, into a spacious room. It turned out to be a children's room, full of decorations and toys clad in thick dust and cobwebs. Then he went out and observed the large room next to him. The atmosphere of the main bedroom is very messy, according to the description of the clients. The dust and cobwebs there are equivalent to those in a child's room. It's true that this house is rarely lived in and taken by force, but when? What is definitely not like the description of the clients, which is “ recently”.

While trying to remember all the findings to be investigated further, Cakra decided to keep sinking. Hopefully, he has a chance to surprise the enemy here.

While walking through the corridor upstairs, Cakra was suddenly startled by a figure that flashed from left to right, crossing at the end of that corridor. He ran to the end and looked around, which seemed to be just another corridor on the right and a window on the left. Cakra runs faster down this corridor up the stairs. Nothing happened. It does not rise, instead it continues to the end of the corridor and turns right to the next corridor.

As it passed in the first room of the corridor, it appeared that the door was opened. The chakra peered inside, it turned out to be a library full of dusty books and two windows whose curtains fluttered through the night wind. Besides, there's nobody there.

Not wasting any more time, Cakra came out to the left and saw a large staircase leading downstairs. Suddenly, a strong wind blew past him again. Cakra turned towards the gust of wind and saw the white figure whizzing like the wind. This time it was clear that he had entered a room in the corridor to the left.

The chakras shot out as fast as lightning followed. When he arrived indoors, he was greeted with stabs and slashes of various sharp weapons. With speed surpassing that of a runner, Cakra avoided some of the swords, spears and cleaver that came after him. But the attack continued to linger as if it would never stop. In just a moment, Cakra must squeeze the brain to overcome this problem, or die.

Relying on the sharpness of his super instincts, Cakra tracked the direction the weapons were coming from. Then he shot out lightning from his palm with additional thrust from the arm. As a result, the lightning bolted much faster and was unexpected, inescapable, grabbing a makhlouk figure hovering in the air. The creature was pushed back, its attack halted instantly.

“Wah, well, we meet again, Cakra,” said the woman with very pale complexion, dress and long white hair.

“Okkult. As expected, I will find you here,” Cakra said as he hissed cynically.

“To put it bluntly, I didn't expect you to be working with Detective Rania Giselda investigating this place. It's really my lucky day. Feed one mouse, three are hooked.”

“Can be yes, but no.”

“Lantas what is this exactly?”

Okkult extended his hand and moved his long-nailed index finger. “A-a-ah! If you want to know the truth, you have to investigate it yourself! But I'm sorry, I'll step over your corpse and make your spirit a curious ghost.”

“Or on the contrary, I made you a real ghost.” Reply Cakra. “Sorry too, I have no interest in playing with you.” He turned around to get out of the martial arts training room and the storage of this weapon.

But suddenly Okkult's white hair came against the doorway. “Eits! Wanna warn your comrades? I told you, you must be a corpse in my spider web, little fly!”

Cakra unsheathed his keris and tried to cut the hair. Sarat prana darkness, Okkult hair instead flexed like rubber and then stiffened again, thickening the Cakra keris that is not full strength.

Reflexes, the keris turned to attack the owner of the hair that can lengthen, can shorten it. But Okkult's black nails had already darted towards him. Cakra forced to repel the fingernails with his dagger. The second claw darted, forcing Cakra to curl with the body turned.

“Don't forget my collection!” What Okkult meant was the weapons tied to the ends of his hair, which he shot simultaneously to the left-right side of the opponent. Confined, Cakra was forced to “accept” punjaman and sabetage of the weapons.

Ordinary humans must have died from this kind of attack. The fact that Cakra is still breathing and can move shows that he is indeed a superhuman. The Red Thunder Prana that wrapped around his entire body was still strong enough, until he was immune to the opponent's weapons.

The chakras stand upright, ready to fight again. Suddenly the pain whack all over the young man's body due to the spark of dark prana that infiltrated him. Okkult's weapons and hair rained down on him again. This time Cakra as fast as lightning scattered red lightning through his ten fingers. The thunderbolts slid again incredibly quickly past the weapons, all raining down on a single target.

Instantly, the rain of weapons came to a halt right in front of Cakra's body. Not only that, all the swords, spears, daggers and so on fell flashing on the floor. The reason is clear, the owner was struck by lightning until paralyzed for a moment.

Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Cakra exited the training room, down the corridor. Closer to the grand staircase leading downstairs, at least three women blocked Cakra. The tight-fitting horizontal black-and-white stripes and the strange masks they wore showed this magical army of warriors called leak.

Unwilling to be overtaken Okkult, Cakra exclaimed, “Side!” With one flick of his hand and the twitch of his foot, he brushed aside and broke through the leaks and flew across the ceiling. Apparently he had arrived at the main hall. This is the largest room in this old house, two stories high and wide enough for a European dance, which is very likely to be held here.

Cakra turned his head down, looking at Rangda the former Queen of Leak and Reog, the Black Wind Swordsman was being ganged by a joint army of leak and warok, more detailed the masked women and men in red. Among the bullies there was also a man with a hood and a very high stature. “Gangren,” hiss Cakra, recognize his old opponent.

As Cakra gathered the prana to help the two comrades, suddenly a powerful prana swish almost grazed him. Cakra turned his head, seeing Okkult catch up to him.

“You want to help them? It's not that easy, man!” the living kuntilanak snatched towards Cakra with his poisonous fingernails.

Reflexes, the flying chakra dodges. Furthermore, he gathered prana while continuously dodging the opponent's consecutive attacks. In this second battle against the Okkult, Cakra had to think of a variation of attack that he had never used on any formidable opponent. The only option is the ultimate course of the Blood Universe Mandala, which if released will definitely drain the prana. The thing is, should he do this life-and-death gamble?

“Fly avoidance continues like a coward, I challenge you to fight, fight life!” yelling Okkult, suddenly stopped shooting and just floated, collecting prana.

Okkult likes to pretend to be silent and steal attacks if the opponent is provoked by his tricks. Understanding it through experience, Cakra took a considerable distance first drifting, preparing a stance while facing the opponent.

“Like my new scam?” In the blink of an eye, the Okkult figure before Cakra disappeared, changing position right behind Cakra. Not yet finished his words, the very cunning woman plunged her poisonous death nail into Cakra's lower back.

But strangely, Okkult nails even hit a hard object. That is the Keris Cakra Sudarsana, with the spirit of Mpu Gandring residing in it reflexively appearing in Cakra's hands, saving the heir very timely.

“Kaukira only you can use a trick? Time to cut the nails!” Cakra demonstrated the sharpness of his dagger, swinging it with all his might to break Okkult's nails mercilessly. Either until when the nails will be back long and can be used again. At least now Okkult will not be poisoned if scratching the body because of itching.

“Aargh! Do it, Cakra!” Dark in the eyes, Okkult threw out his second hand.