CURSE HEIRS BEGU BASKET
Almost Done.

It was a shock when Mr. Sarma gave me the rusty knife, but he blinked his eyes so I could receive the knife.

"if you hear the sound of tagading, it means that the three of you are leaving for the cottage immediately.

Next the ancestral spirit will guide to resolve all these things, carry them out according to Mora's dream."

Mr. Sarma suddenly stopped talking and asked us to listen.

Well....

The sound of tagading fused with the gong, was already heard and the sound was heard from a hill.

"get away."

Said Mr. Sarma, with our current position, Mr. Didit in front and bu Rida who carries a basket containing a buffalo head in the middle of the two of us.

The further it went and the sound became clearer and stronger, as if it was wearing a lot of loudspeakers.

But it's impossible, because it's a forest and there's no source of electricity.

The road slightly climbed and the sound of a waterfall was heard, and we finally reached the hut.

Thatched-roofed hut and the roof are still green, just like a dream.The waterfall is visible because of the help of this flashlight on my head.

The sound of tagading had stopped, now the sound of waterfalls and the sound of animals from around the cottage.

Then Rida put the basket inside the cottage, then the three of us gathered in front of the cottage.

Prak......

My body was pushed by Rida's mother until it was thrown into the hut and knocked down the hut.

Trying to get up even though this body feels pain, especially in this calf.

After I checked it turned out that my calf was stuck in a small wood, I slowly pulled it out and then stuck to the leaves I had squeezed and then wrapped with the shirt I was wearing.

The feeling I hit the basket, but it stayed in place without shifting.

Then reach the center that is already located next to the basket, then I point to the cottage yard.

Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida, standing in front of the hut stiffly.

What the hell is going on?

There was another sound of gondang, and slowly bu Rida dancing tortor who was followed by Mr. Didit.

Not long after that, Rida took the head of the buffalo in the cottage, where the cottage had been destroyed.

Then Rida put the basket in the middle of the cottage yard.

"nga ro be hami oppung in sopo-sopo mon, nga in boan hami be horn ni horbo, siboto suhut mesh si boto utian."

(we've been grandfathers in your hut, carrying buffalo horns, as a sign.)

"Saunnari marpangido ma hami, break up ma sude sian pinoppar hu hawangolon."

(now I beg you to break the curse of this suffering).

haaaaaa.... uakhr...

After Mr. Didit said so, and the voice that held it was heard.

Is Mr Didit possessed again?

Then I got up and approached Mr. Didit, seen Ms. Rida back towards the collapsed cottage.

Then took two black roosters from the pile of objects that came from the collapse of the hut.

I don't know who put the black rooster, and the most sadistic thing is that Rida broke the head of the black rooster one by one.

It was like breaking a cucumber, the head of the chicken separated from its body, then the blood flowing from the chicken was hoarse to the area of Mr. Didit.

Blah... blah....blah......

Mr. Didit then muttered, and the words were difficult to understand.

Then Miss Rida took the hoe again, and out of nowhere it was taken.

That was the first time Mr. Didit's ancestor became a long-time devotee, and that can't happen again.

As I approached Rida who had dug the ground for her husband's grave, I snatched the hoe from her hand.

prak.......

"ah...ah......."

Ms. Rida pushed me to the point of bouncing into the collapsed hut, and this time my hand was sprained.

Keep trying to get up and walk slowly towards Bu Rida, with this left hand and try to snatch the hoe.

Ah....h.........

Miss Rida screamed right in my ears, and it was this deafening.

prak.....

The hoe was finally able to grab me and in return, I bounced into the river and my leg seemed to be broken.

By way of creeping out of the river that was holding on to the hoe earlier and suddenly the hoe disappeared from my trembling.

Keep on crawling by relying on my body and also my right hand.

Finally I reached out to Didit sir who was already holding the buffalo's head.

Out of nowhere, I could stand and kick the buffalo's head into the rushing river.

Seeing that the buffalo's head was already drifting into the river, and Mr. Didit strangled me so strongly.

"conscious sir, it's Mora. father's first child, sober sir...."

The chuck was getting stronger, and I grabbed the slightly moist soil and threw it in Mr. Didit's face.

aaaaaa....... Haaaaa....... Haaaaa......

Mr. Didit screamed like someone was in pain and then Ms. Rida choked me again, and I did the same.

Haaaaa...... Haaaaa....... Haaaaa......

Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida screamed and the screams were so strong and deafening, and it hurt so much.

Bruk......

Mr. Didit and Ms. Rida passed out, and then I crawled over to Mr. Didit.

Then pulled his hand after that pulled Rida's hand.

Then I was indeed the hand of the two of them, and at once the full moon was so bright.

Blue sky and some stars decorate the sky.

Everything looked beautiful, while my whole body was in a lot of pain.

Pulsing especially in the second part of my thigh and right hand.

"muliate ma oppung, nungga donggai ho pinoppar hu laho manggotap diacetolone i. sai oppung began to become nabolon ma namangaramoti ho oppung."

(thank you, my grandson, you have accompanied the descendants to resolve this suffering, may the Lord repay you for all your kindness).

"Dungo ma oppung, boan ma sian i pinoppar hi. mulak ma hamu, harana nungga sae sude. tolu do sibolis in bean holon ni roha."

(awake my grandson, take my descendants away, go home because the devil has lost your favor)

At first glance, the voice of people speaking, using Batak language.

It was faintly seen that Mr. Sarma and the customary stakeholders came.

"Mora.

Moras.... Moras....Mora ...."

"yeah...."

Mr. Sarma stopped calling me after answering him, and then Mr. Sarma carried my body towards the waterfall.