BLACKSMITHING
The death of Tejo's men

Arriving Barjo at his house he went into the room where he usually used as a ritual place there Barjo sat cross-legged closed his eyes.

Oddity happened again to Barjo bruises on his face immediately faded and eventually disappeared and bruises on his body due to the blow was lost and now Barjo back healthy as ever.

In the evening, three thugs named Badrun, Tito, and Supri spend the night to have fun at a coffee shop that provides liquor in the company of several comfort women.

“Ayo To, add another defeat with your Supri,” challenge Badrun who is also their chairman.

“Ouch! I've had a lot of drinks tell Supri to spend, tonight I want to have fun first with him,” said Tito while embracing a woman beside him.

“Ha-ha-ha, you must serve him tonight! But if he can't just cut his,” Badrun told the woman next to Tito

Supri stood up staggeringly and walked to the back of the stall.

“Where are you Pri?” ask Tito.

“Pissing! Want to come with you?” Supri.

“Ya is there!” said Tito.

With a stagger while occasionally hiccuping Supri walked towards the trees that were behind the coffee shop, without further ado Supri threw water beside the tree as she wanted to return Supri noticed something strange between the trees.

“Apaan? Moves. Who's there?” shouting Supri.

The white smoke slowly formed a figure, slowly the figure approached towards Supri the closer the figure became clearer but suddenly disappeared. This made Supri confused plus the influence of alcohol made him think that he was hallucinating.

As Supri turned around, the figure appeared in front of her face very clearly with a foul smell that stung the charred face as well as the eyes that came out made Supri scream.

“Po-Pocong!” shouting Supri.

Supri ran staggering towards the coffee shop, but only a few steps did Supri stumble and fall.

“Aaaarrggghh!” Supri groans in pain.

When the left eye of Supri fell pierced by a log from the cutting of trees, fresh blood flowed violently, making him cry hysterically for help. Surprisingly, Tito and Badrun did not hear the screams from Supri. The two of them were playing with the comfort women.

Supri got up while covering her eyes with her hands, staggered to ask for help. Supri was again startled by the pocong figure that appeared suddenly in front of her.

“Go! Don't bother me! Go!” he said with a high tone.

Supri retreated slowly as the figure of the pocong continued to approach with a grin, a foul-smelling black liquid flowing from her mouth making Supri even more frightened. Supri continued to walk backwards until she stumbled back and her body fell among the pointed bamboos that had just been cut down.

Instantly the bamboo pierced through Supri's body, his body convulsed with a heavy breath of fresh blood also gushed out of Supri's mouth until finally Supri died.

Meanwhile, Tito was busy shaking hands with women from the coffee shop to go to a room near the forest, until Tito arrived at a wooden bridge with a river flowing profusely under it.

Instantly Tito was dragged by the river, but not by the woman he was carrying, the woman survived by holding on to the bridge pole, with all his might the woman grabbed pole after pole until she could go to the riverbank and climb up.

While crying and panicking the woman ran for help.

“Please! Please!” he screamed while running.

His shout attracted the attention of the surrounding residents and finally approached the woman.

“What's up? Why are you soaked like this?” ask a citizen.

“Ti-Tito Sir! Tito!” he said with trembling.

“Tito? That fucking thug? Why are you hurting with him?” said the citizen.

“Not Sir, Tito drifting in the river,”

“Leave it! I'm grateful that he needs to drift to the sea!” said furious.

“Do not do so, however he is still a man created by God just like us, let's do a search Tito may he be okay,” said another citizen.

Meanwhile Badrun was still busy downing his drink while waiting for the comfort woman to enter the room.

“Cepetan! You have been a long time!” shouted Badrun.

The woman went into the room, but did not say a word just looking at Badrun with a smile, the woman was just silent expressionlessly as Badrun's hand was moving over her.

Badrun began to get upset because the woman did not respond at all to his mischievous movements.

“You've already paid! Don't try to provoke my emotions!” badrun said as he grabbed the woman's hair.

“Ha-ha-ha..,” the woman laughed.

As soon as the lamp in the room died and then re-lit, Badrun's hand was still holding the woman's hair while continuing to curse. Without realizing it, the woman's body suddenly disappeared, leaving only her head. A shocked Badrun immediately threw it.

The head fell on the floor and exposed his shattered face to Badrun, Badrun came out of the room wearing only a sarong.

Badrun ran away in fear, some residents in the patrol station booed Badrun's look, but no one dared to reprimand him.

Badrun continued to run non-stop like a man who lost his mind, he ran towards the highway and was directly hit by a truck car that was unaware of Badrun's presence.

Badrun's body crashed and crushed by another car, a sound like a wooden fracture was heard clearly when Badrun's body was crushed, Badrun's organs scattered in the road mixed with blood clots of white organs coming out of his head.

Residents and some drivers scoured the road, because of the terrible incident that Badrun experienced.