FROM ANOTHER WORLD To You (A Mystery Short Story Collection ) - The Second Book
[ Horror] [ Mystery ] [ Thriller] (Missed ) In Nakampe Ivory Village #5

(fifth round )

After that, Bella became ill. His body was hot however, he was shivering like cold. Friends who heard the story about Bianca's turn into a terrible figure were amazed not .. But, what befell Bella, that was irrefutable proof. One that I remember Mbah Joglo's message.

"Mother... Ojo Sampek boy Iki mambu getih, Dina Iki ear lek kepingin areke sane,"

(The next three days, this child should not smell the blood, if it wants to heal ).

Mbah Joglo's explanation of the change in Bianca is because it smells of blood or raw meat. The explanation was reasonable because before the incident, when Bella peeled apples to give to Bianca, accidentally slashed her finger with a knife. The blood that was spilling from his wound was accidentally smelled by Bianca. For some reason, Bianca becomes aggressive and attacks Bella.

Pedro and the others have not been found.

"Actually, what has happened in this place ?" ask Yulia.

"If it's constantly like this... Our KKN is so inhibited, threatened to be void and even we may not graduate," continued Akhmad.

"Then, what else ? If there is no Ikbal and the others, it could be successful or not ?!" said Joan.

"Actually, what are we wrong ? Why be stuck in such a chaotic situation ?" yulia's crying broke out.

"This KKN, Ikbal and his key friends. Without them, we can't do anything" said Joan, “What do you think, Cell ? How silent ?”

“Hei !”

Pat on the right shoulder, disperse my daydream, hunt – hunt I turn to Joan and the others, “Ya, What's the matter ?” my many.

“Awakmu kuwi daydreaming opo, to ? Asked to talk about meneng wae,” exclaimed Hudi.

“We've been stuck in this place for a week. Friends – our friend disappeared somewhere. 3 people died horribly because – because Bianca possessed by strange creatures.

And, there's been a lot of weird stuff going on while we're here. Had it crossed my mind, we just left this village without Ikbal and the others,” I said.

“How can you think so ?” sahut Hudi, “Where is your conscience?”

“Hud,” Joan said, “We've been rummaging through this whole village along with the villagers. Can you see Bianca and Bella ? Look, we've been messed up enough with a bunch of nonsensical things. I'm afraid there will be – things that are not desirable,”

“You don't make any more noise. We better find a good and safe way out,”.

“We will divide the task, just hope this task can be completed in the next few days. Joan and I, heading south where I met my grandfather in black, apparently, he knew something. Hudi and Akhmad continued the search to the last point. Hopefully, easily – hopefully they can be found in that place. Yulia keep Bella and Bianca,”

***

The river is long, winding – winding like a giant snake. The current was so calm and clear water, so clear that the riverbed was visible.I and Joan walked along the river bank consisting of rocks as high as adults as a barrier of land and river bodies. Standing lined up like a giant row of regional guards which the locals call Kali Kidul.

It was still early morning when we arrived at this place. Sunlight breaks through the gap of – slits of leaves, branches and twigs form a line of – lines of beautiful rays, slowly sweeping the fog – thin fog that has been all night covering the entire place. The warmth of the rays, restore the morning life that had been stopped by the cold of the night.

Asri, calm and peaceful. Kira – thought that was all I could say when I arrived in Kali Kidul. That kind of natural atmosphere made us feel reluctant to leave the place. Moreover, the sound of water gurgling, tempting us to bathe or just wash our faces, at least can feel the fresh water of the river. I don't know where the source of the spring is or where it boils down to, but, obviously still clean natural is even worth drinking without boiling first. That fragrant and fresh aroma is what caused me to be able to easily draw such conclusions.

For me, also Joan .... down this place, as if back to the wild, I like it, especially Joan who has a hobby of Hiking.

If yesterday came to this place, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders and back, so that we can explore this place even though it is a little disturbed because of the terrain that seems less friendly.

After a long walk, we arrived at a place called SENDANG. Some of the fog still covered the body of the black-painted building.

“Joan, we have arrived in Sendang. Do we have to enter that building ?” my many.

Joan's gaze swept around, just a green meadow against a backdrop of mountains and hills. Sendang is the only one – building standing in that place.

“If we go down this river, where will it arrive, yes ?”

“That river seems endless, Joan. It will take a long time to find the river. We don't know what's in there because we're not locals. It is better if there is a house or residents that we can ask for information,” I said.

“You saw that black-clothed grandfather where ?”

“ Across the river 10 meters ahead there,”

“Then, we try to walk another 10 meters. We both feel unable to do this job,” Joan proposes.

We stepped back, until finally in front of us stretched a large enough field. A gate made of stone arrangement – black colored stone stands in the middle – of it. The breeze blows slowly, smelled by us a strange fragrance, coming from offerings placed in the middle of the gate.

In this place ....

Back I felt my body heavy, my head dizzy and my sight was humming – fireflies.

“It seems, I need a short break,” I said while putting my ass in the green grass. I stared around with my forehead and shoulders, hoping for a home or at least a passer-by. As far as the eye could see, it was just grass and empty land.

“Cel, I don't think out.. You only get a glimpse of it, but, you're desperate to see it without caring about your circumstances. We haven't found anything so far. Aren't you wrong ?” ask Joan.

“He was not wrong,”

The heavy sound surprised us, coming from a grove of trees, 5 meters ahead. An old man dressed all in black with a yellow bamboo stick in his right hand. Although Joan was called a brave girl, however, her appearance arriving at – also arrived the appearance of the grandfather, making him back off a few acts while looking at a pair of eyeshadow hidden between white eyebrows, staring fully in search. Grandfather's eyeball was the size of a marble, sharp glittering like a blade struck by light.

"Edan," exclaimed Joan unconsciously, "He appeared suddenly, but from there nothing was seen. Why is there now a hut ?" mumbled wailing.

"Bah Buluk is waiting for you, nduk." said the old man to me. He turned his gaze toward Joan, "Take your friend in before they knock him unconscious,"

"How can we trust you, Mbah ?" ask Joan.

I motioned for Joan to obey the old man's words.

"Seriously ?" ask Joan.

I'm nodding. Joan helped me stand up, pemapah and walk towards the humble hut beratap ijuk/rumbiah it.

"You're thin, but why is it that your weight is getting heavier ... What's wrong with you, Cel ?" joan asked as she laid me down in the bamboo hall.

After I lay down, the grandfather massaged his shoulders, nape, crown and after putting his right index finger on my forehead, I felt a warm air flowing from the tips of the toes spread to every flow of blood vessels and pulse to the head. In that instant, my body returned lightly. Cottonseed. The grandfather who turned out to be named Mbah Buluk was sitting cross-legged while bowing his head, his mouth was muttering and ....

***

A dazzling white light, made me have to close my eyes. When I open my eyelids... Me, Joan and Mbah Buluk are already in a foreign place.

A burial ground...

There are about – about 73 gravestone stakes there, 3 of which are covered with dark red cloth located at the very end.

“Where exactly are we, Mbah ? Why bring us here ?” my many.

“We are at a two-dimensional gate. This place you see is the world, where people used to call it THE INVISIBLE WORLD. Mbah Buluk will take you through the hallways of space and time to answer all the questions that are on your mind, including how one of your friends named Bianca can turn wild and violent, he said, occasionally also turned into like a daze,” explained Mbah Buluk.

I looked around, besides the three of us there was also an old woman, hunchback, put her hands on her back, while, her gray hair was carried, wearing a red kebaya shirt. That woman I met in my dreams.

His pair of white eyeballs looked at me expressionlessly. He turned around, walked towards the tomb, we followed him from behind while, Mbah Buluk again said, “He was named NYAI SEKAR ABANG. You can call him Mbah Abang. It is he who has been guarding and protecting you. Without him, maybe you wouldn't be able to survive until this very moment. You often feel the right shoulder and back body heavy, it is because Mbah Abang prevents the figure of – magical figure of the occupants of this place possessed you,” explained Mbah Buluk.

We arrived at the funeral. Just an ordinary tomb, but, what intrigued us was the 3 Gravestone Patches wrapped in red cloth. Mbah Buluk started to tell stories ....

***

In the past, the villagers lived in harmony, calm and peace; always clinging to the ancestral culture, thus being able to ward off the bad influence of foreign culture. Every inch of this land, not escaped from the thick culture of the ancestors and considered sacred. Every time a natural disaster occurs, NAKAMPE GADING, which was once called SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN, always avoids the disaster. They believe that there is an invisible force that protects it including the devastating eruption of Mount Raung, several years ago (the first time in 1586. The first eruption was recorded as a severe eruption, causing the surrounding area to be damaged and take lives. In the decade of 2010, Mount Raung erupted in October 2012, then June 2015 and January 2021).

Till...

During the Japanese occupation (1942 – 1945 ). This village is a shelter for refugees from the city that clearly has a different cultural culture. Indeed, not all of the city's culture is bad, but, slowly but surely, undermines the harmony that has existed for a long time. Plus the inclusion of Japanese culture. All of that is contrary to the culture of SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN village.

Many of the girls in this village were treated inhumanely, they were brought to the city to be made Jugun Ianfu (PSK), so they had to bear the shame of their entire life. For those who are lucky, will be a valued and respected person in the country of the Rising Sun. However, for those who are unlucky and determined to return to their hometowns, the consequence, DEATH.

The brutality and cruelty of DAI NIPPON, made what had been believed, held firmly by the villagers, arguably disappear. Every inch of sacred ground, became a puddle of tears, blood and sweat of these inhabitants. Where – where disease outbreaks spread and make some residents evacuate to safer places.

In a new place, the village elders agreed to do TAPA BRATA, YOGA SAMADHI. Perform self-purification, contemplation and fasting to restore the peace of the Village. Unfortunately, differences of understanding, as well as the mental and psychological burden spread by DAI NIPPON, make the elders often disagree. Mbah Joglo and Mbah Buluk are elders who always hold fast to the ancestral culture, but, Mbah Jauhari tries to apply a new culture that he believes comes from SANG MAHA KISER. This is what is feared by various parties, because, so far disagreements rarely even occur.

Mbah Jauhari stated, to restore the tranquility and peace of the village there needs to be a collision. It was taken from the flesh and blood of the settlers, especially young girls. After he was sacrificed, the inhabitants should eat the flesh and drink his blood, and then be buried in the sacred ground. To the north of the village. Meanwhile, girls who were victims of sexual abuse DAI NIPPON and became pregnant were also sacrificed to clean up the disgrace that had plagued the village during the Japanese occupation. His body, buried in the West, BAJANG VILLAGE.

Whether coincidental or not, Mbah Jauhari's advice paid off. A few months after the ritual was held, the Eastern sky appeared a giant ball that was quite large, accompanied by clumps of – cloud clumps resembling wedhus loosely soared high into the air. News broke that the 2 heartlands of the city of the Rising Sun, Hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed by American soldiers, killing more than 140,000 people, crippling Japan in all fields.

Mbah Jauhari is considered a great contribution to the population, so, to honor and repay his services made a giant statue in the form of a terrible creature and placed in the room of a building called SENDANG. Meanwhile, the seventy tombs are the funerals of girls who were used as collateral and also funerals for foreigners who accidentally or accidentally came and died in this village.

SENDANG, actually is a pool to bathe the corpse that is used as a balak pushback during the Japanese occupation.and on – days certain days are used as a gathering place for the residents to perform the TAPA BRATA ritual, YOGA SAMADHI. When the ritual was held, there must have been someone who was grounded. His blood is drunk and his flesh is eaten together – equals. Since the ritual, SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN VILLAGE was renamed NAKAMPE GADING.

Mbah Buluk and Mbah Joglo are 2 of the many elders who are left out and always hold the culture of Sinuhun Pangayoman Village. They are trying to restore the culture that has existed for thousands of years and try to uncover the identity of Mbah Jauhari and on the basis of what made him do – terrible things in this village.

3 The gravestones covered in red cloth, indicating that the person in the tomb was a migrant who died less than 40 days. Inside the tomb, the bodies of Pedro, Parto and Ikbal were buried.

__ Connect Sixth Round __

(Thursday, 19 Dec 2023 )