FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 136 "Protective Crates"
POV third person
He is the village elder. The most respected people. Whatever was said, not many people dared to resist. Fear of something bad happening. Although he was not a person full of gentleness, quite the contrary, the villagers never forgot his position. In various events and hajat, villagers came to ask for blessing. Also as a form of respect for the village ancestors. The only surviving descendant of the village's repentant. He was called Ki Dalang.
Reportedly he is also very powerful. There are many stories spread. Some of them are recognized for the truth and some are still said. But, clearly he was the most influential person in the village. But, unfortunately, he could not pass on his knowledge to his only daughter because of something. What requires him to find a replacement is to the grandson who will be born from the womb of his only child. Then he only asked his daughter to inherit all the thehek bengek culture Banyuwangi and inherit a patrem-shaped heirloom.
Ki Dalang also gave a ban to all villagers so as not to often pass through the north of the village. Moreover, to all the women who live there, abstain for them to violate the rules. Years of abstinence have remained obeyed. Villagers like their own fear when told what the danger is if it comes to breaking. Broadcast by word of mouth different sanctions. More precisely the law of nature that no one has to befall the citizens because so their obedience to Ki Dalang. Such great respect is what brings another belief, that there will be a great kind of calamity if there is one who dares to violate.
But, then came a man to his residence. The man came with the intention of asking for help. The man had previously found out who the real Ki Dalang was. And its position as what. It was almost dusk. Yes when the sky is a bit tinge of orange on some side.
"Ki, I'm asking for help. It's serious, Ki."
"What's? What can I help you with."
The man said he had heard of some of the existing restrictions in the village. Including prohibitions that he thinks are just a myth. But the man did not tell the truth. He was just being honest about what he wanted. What made him dare to face.
"Ki, I want to make a home ki North of the village."
Ki Dalang widened his eyes. Instantly his eyes scolded. What he said then made the man swallow. "Do you want to die? Be careful what you say."
"Dead, Ki? Why that?" The man innocently asked curiosity.
Of course Ki Dalang will not explain. To him, such a question was not important. All he wished for was that no one else would act outside the limits of the fairness of the rules he had made. Moreover, the man was just a stranger who seemed to want to meddle in his affairs and wanted to take advantage of something. He caught the bad rap from the man's attitude.
"Ki, please help me, Ki. Let me make a night home there."
Ki Dalang was silent.
"Ki, that house will make a lot of money. I promise to give some of it to the prosperity of this village. I promise, Ki." The man tried to persuade.
Ki Dalang was anxious to say that the man had already acted brashly. It could be that the man was negotiating in an uncivilized way. But, once again the man showed his sincerity promising what he had just said.
"But you have to be careful."
"Of course I'll be careful, Ki. I've heard it all."
"Not only that. It has to do with your life. If you've heard it, you'll know what the consequences of your courage are?"
"I don't know, Ki. I only heard that the area in the north of the village is the territory controlled by supernatural beings. The waiter of this village."
Ki Dalang nodded thinly.
"I'm just giving you a suggestion that you rethink it."
"I'm steady, Ki. I have failed before. I want to try my luck here. With the permission of Ki Dalang, I am sure my efforts this time will not fail. What are my consequences later, Ki? Do I need protection to escape the consequences?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Then, please give me his protector, Ki."
Secretly Ki Dalang got a bad feeling. But, he did not say it to the man. Seeing the man's snickering, he felt no need to persuade. No, it won't be heard.
"I'll give you something."
"What, Ki?"
"For so long?" muttered.
"That's up. You're the one who needs. You can come, you can't."
Day after day as usual. The man was impatient. In less than a day he would pick up the protector that Ki Dalang had prepared for him. Right on the night of forty days, he had to go to Ki Dalang's residence.
"Mother is not home." As Mustika said. He said it with a very cold face. Although the ayu, gentle, and makeup of his body made the man's heart slightly rustle, the man could feel Mustika's dislike towards him.
"What do you need? I'll tell you later."
"Where is your Father?"
"What's on the mountain."
"you mean? These nights on the mountain?"
Mustika just clucked in annoyance. He refused to explain.
"If the Father says forty days, come upon request." Mustika.
Come up the next day. Early in the morning, the man stared in front of the house. He didn't come home at all.
Ki Dalang was already behind him. The man was confused thinking out of nowhere. The man stuttered for a moment. Ki Dalang invited him into the house. In the living room, Ki Dalang thrust a long keris.
Shine in the man's eyes. His eyes glared at that beautiful keris. He's never held an heirloom before.
"His name is Keris Brojomukti."
"Don't rely too much on this keris."
"But, why, Ki?"
"Because someday there will be women who can defeat this ability of keris."
"Is she a powerful woman?"
"No. She's a regular girl."
"Why can an ordinary girl defeat the power of this kris, Ki?"
"No need to ask a lot."
The man was silent.
"Where can I find the girl?"
"He had a black birthmark on his armpit. The strength of this keris is nothing."
"Then give me the one whose power can defeat that girl's power, Ki?"
Ki Dalang silenced.
Thank you for waiting. Hehe. Not up 3 days. Punten was also focused on the same. Always healthy, yes. 5đ đ đ