FROM ANOTHER WORLD To You (A Mystery Short Story Collection ) - The Second Book
[ Horror ] [ Mystery ] [ Thriller ] (Missed ) In Nakampe Ivory Village #9
#9
The sun is right over your head. The TAPA BRATA YOGA SAMADHI ritual, will indeed be done tonight after Imsyak, however, I and others have packed – items. Meanwhile, Joan seemed to be sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room, her forehead wrinkled, her face stiffened while her eyes were tightly closed. I'm the only – people who understand what's in his mind. I once watched him while he was in a Taekwondo match facing an enemy stronger than him. Under such circumstances, no one dared to disturb him, nor did I. Since returning from Mr. Sujar's house, he immediately packed his – goods without saying much. While Bag Knife or knife bag in particular has been installed on his body.
My heart skipped a beat once as he opened his eyes slowly, those eyes were like burning coals, his face suddenly crimson.
“I SWEAR !! EVEN IF I HAVE TO BET MY LIFE, I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT MY FRIEND – !!! THEY ARE NOT HUMAN !!! BUT THE DEVIL !!” he shouted while throwing his right fist on the floor.
The Joan I now saw, was not the suave and humble Joan, the embers of vengeful fire had spread all over her body. I understand very well, especially considering the treatment of citizens to Bianca.
“Where are Hudi and others ?” ask me later.
“They are packing the goods,” I said.
“Good. After that we will find a way to get away from this cursed village,”
“Already powerful. They will look for vehicles belonging to residents who will be used later,”
“Good then. TAPA BRATA YOGA SAMADHI will be held after imsyak, preferably, we do not have to delay after everything is finished, we will go to Sendang,” said Joan.
“Jo, should we solve this problem with a cool head ?” my proposal.
“You, relax, Cel ... I know what to do. Absolutely unexpected, we are stranded in this damned village so we have to experience unpleasant events. Will you forgive me, Cel ?”
“What are you talking about, Jo... there is no need to worry as long as we are united and together – together,” I said.
Joan sighed, all this time I knew her as a strong woman, tough and steadfast in the face of anything. But today it looks so different. His face looked shahdu /precious as if he was going to face something that made him despair. Maybe for the first time, he felt it. I myself find it strange, I don't know, what is clearly something pathetic.
“If anything happens – what with me, you guys immediately go from this village quickly – fast,” he said while his pair of sharp eyes looked glazed – glass.
“Jo, there is nothing to worry about.me and the others are trying their best to deal with what will happen later. If you die, then we will accompany you,” I said no less desperate. I hugged Joan, she hugged me tightly, we were immersed in the thoughts of – each.
“We should try to get out of here safely !” the exclamation surprised us, Hudi and the others appeared in the doorway of the room.
“Jo, we also intend to do the same.. but, we must not give up until here, we are strong when united,” continued Yulia.
“Hei of you sad, quickly put your – items into the trunk,” suddenly Akhmad appears while smiling knot.
“Have you found a vehicle for us?” my many.
Akhmad pulled my hand and dragged me to the front yard, where a Jeep was parked, covered by thickets.
“What do you think ?” ask Akhmad.
“Where did you get that car?” my many.
“It actually belonged to that woman named Bu Midar. Since the owner is dead and stuck in the barn, then, I'll just take it. Granted, it had a hard time turning it on, but, after I fixed it a little, it was over. Ready to take us away from this bastard village,” explained Akhmad, “ Inside there is also a motorcycle, I just take it all. After all, no one asked or used it,”
Well, Miss Midar. I call him Bi Midar. He was one of the residents who had taken care of me when we were first stranded in this village, until he recovered. I can't forget his kindness and respect him so much. I thought of her as my own mother, but, who would have thought that as long as I was in her care, she gave human flesh to me. Unfortunately, the meat I eat is the meat of my friend – who was sacrificed for the silly ritual. Remembering that, I felt my stomach stir – stir, nauseous and about to vomit. However, the disappointment had held back the unpleasant feelings on my stomach. All I could do at that moment was cry in my heart. But crying will never bring back those who have died. Until finally, Joan and the others came out and saw it all with mixed feelings. “Me and Cella will be heading to Sendang now. I wonder what they did to Bianca. I don't feel very good,”
“Sendang distance with this place, quite far. Preferably, you guys I'll take,” said Hudi, “Faster, better ..”
***
That afternoon, nature seemed unfriendly.
Cloudy rolled – rolls in the sky of Nakampe Gading village, lightning as if tore apart – clouds – black clouds while occasionally sound thunder boomed. The wind blew fiercely, as if to destroy the road we passed towards Kali Kidul. That afternoon, Kali Kidul and its surroundings were no longer as beautiful as when Joan and I first set foot in that place.
When we arrived at the place of Mbah Buluk, from afar appeared a line of light – the light of the fire went on and disappeared right inside the building called Sendang.
“TAPA BRATA YOGA SAMADHI ritual, will soon begin,”
The heavy sound surprised us, suddenly Mbah Buluk was already standing behind us.
“And !” exclaim Joan, “Does Mbah Buluk always appear arrived – arrived like this ?” ask her with a annoyed tone.
Babah Buluk as if he did not hear the words of Joan, he walked up to me and looked at me sharply even though it seemed as if his gaze was not fixed on one point. “Nduk, you go into that Sendang. Whatever happens, Mbah Buluk hopes you can control yourself. Do not act determinedly, wait until Mbah Buluk and Mbah Joglo arrive there. Be careful – hatah,”
“Good, Mbah...” I said.
“One more thing,” says Mbah Buluk, “Mbah Abang still takes care of you. If you can meet him, help us to face that Mbah Jauhari. Even if our intelligence is on par with her, but, if we unite, she will be more easily subdued,”
“How to, Mbah ? I do not have the ability to meet the figure of – the supernatural figure,”
“Come here, Mbah Buluk will tell you how,”
I complied and the black-clothed grandfather whispered something into my ear.
“shang hyang cipto gumono, rawuhaken sejatining Mbah Abang kang aperojo hing songgobuono rawuh, rawuh mijil ono ing pangarsaningsun”
(This mantra can not necessarily be used by people who have not gone through the process of fasting, fasting or indeed undergoing a falsehood. In short, not just anyone can do it without the permission of the heavens /GOD ).
“You can do it later, nduk,” Mbah Buluk then patted me on the shoulder three times, after that turned his body and after reaching the end of the room, he turned and his body disappeared. Joan and the others were fixated, some of them asked what Mbah Buluk had talked to me about, I chose to be quiet.
Joan turned her head towards Hudi and friend – other friends.
“You wait here, let me and Joan go to Sendang. I don't want to happen what – what to you,”.
“If we can help you,” said Bella weakly, it was responded Joan with just a smile.
“You are careful – be careful,” said Yulia, “Hurry back and leave here,”
“You too, be careful – be careful,” said Joan while hugging them. We immediately left the place and stepped towards Sendang.
***
SEPTEMBER, 2012
“WARNING !!!
FOR 21 + AND ABOVE
IN THIS SECTION THERE ARE ELEMENTS THAT MAY AFFECT THE PSYCHOLOGICAL SIDE, SUCH AS: PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, MUTILATION AND SO FORTH. HOPE THE GOOD READERS WILL TAKE IT WISELY AND WISELY. THANKS FOR THE COOPERATION AND UNDERSTANDING,”
When entering Sendang, the room in the form of an elongated hallway looked pitch-black. Armed with a flashlight in hand, we walked down the hallway while raising our vigilance.
“Hai, I will not let you go alone, let me accompany you,”
The call shocked us, Hudi was already behind us, Joan's face was red. Either we should be happy or sad with the appearance of the Hudi.
“How about Bella and Yulia ?” ask Joan.
“Akhmad is reliable, really. Never mind, after all I am curious about what is called a statue of angkara wrath by Mbah Buluk,”
“If anything happens to – what to them you are the one responsible,” threatened Joan, Hudi just responded with a smile.
For so long we walked down the hallway, sayup – sayup heard screams from the front. Screams of fear in between – between crying and chanting. From the front there was a strange smell. The aroma that I always smell when entering the territory - the region sacred by the citizens of Nakampe Gading. But, the smell was more pungent and 20 meters down there, we could see the room was bright. The scream became clearer as we approached the room.
An inhumane sight was immediately plastered before us, our blood churning like a volcanic crater. Bianca's body was laid on a wet floor by a pool of blood. His hands and feet were firmly tied to the four pegs of the iron pole and his body was not covered by a single piece of cloth. Nude round. Meanwhile, the residents, especially – male men stand naked while staring at Bianca who thrashed – ronta.
‘TINGGG...”.
The two flat iron bars were banged against each other, the man who stood at the front bowed before Bianca, after clenching both her palms to the chest, she had intercourse with Bianca. The woman thrashed, screamed and cried begging for mercy, but, no one cared about her.
As the eleventh man was about to perform the same ritual, a loud cry was heard from the crowd of residents who sat facing the STATUE of ANGKARA MURKA.
“Stop !!”
Joan appeared and was about to step over to Mbah Jauhari, but, Mr. Udin, Mr. Rusli and Mr. Sujar confronted her.
“Don't be stupid, Sister Joan. This must indeed be done for ...” Sir Udin's remark closed with Joan's left fist. The – man was surprised, his nose was broken and covered in blood.
“You think we're stupid, ha ? What kind of ritual is this desecrating women in turns, you lecherous, immoral citizen !!” joan snapped while again landing his fist into Mr. Udin's wound.
“You !” sahut Pak Sujar on another, “Do not be silent, catch women do not know this custom !!”
Several – thick-bodied men immediately confronted and attacked Joan. Joan this time did not play – play, her hands and feet moved there – here to throw the attackers while stepping forward intending to head towards Bianca who was still helpless. But, held back by the citizens.
Seeing the impossible situation, Joan jumped back. In front of her the citizens were already standing, preventing Joan from going deeper inside.
Joan smiled cynically and coldly, “Hm. All right, I will not hesitate – say again,” he said while pulling out two knives tucked in his waist. Hudi and I who were still infiltrating the crowd were horrified to see Joan's appearance at that time. It's like it's not the Joan I know, but, it's more like a life-seeking angel in black clothes and a sharp knife glistening – flashes in both hands.
“AAAKKKHHH ...”.
The sound of the scream shocked everyone, as they turned around, Mbah Jauhari had split his chest to the bottom of Bianca. Blood gushed out. Bianca's body twitched, her pair of eyes wide open, her mouth agape. After Mbah Jauhari removed all internal organs in Bianca's body, he dumped the split body into the pool. The originally clear pool water slowly – the land reddened and the female residents one by one threw themselves into the pool.
I can't describe how we felt at the time, especially Joan. Joan screamed loudly and her body moved quickly while her knife flashed snatching there – here. He hatched. Every blade flashed, the victim falling in a terrible state. Joan's target was the neck of the inhabitants of the Ivory Nakampe, no matter men or women.
The atmosphere of Sendang frenzied, blood splattered where – where. Some citizens tried to subdue Joan at all costs, but Joan was too tough for them. Me and Hudi looked at the incident from a rather hidden place. But, suddenly my head was hit by something quite hard, my vision blurred and my consciousness slowly – land disappeared.
When I opened my eyes, I felt my back being held back by something cold enough and a strange scent tickling my nose, my hands and feet bound, and the first time I saw Joan and Hudi. They were also tied up, while his face was battered, looking down at the floor of the room. On the other hand, the villagers seemed to be sitting cross-legged, his mouth comat – kamit, his eyes closed and his face lowered.
“TAPA BRATA YOGA SAMADHI, ready to do,” the owner of that heavy voice is Mbah Jauhari who stands not far beside us, he said, “Lucky today we have 3 people who are ready to be made into a mashup for LELEPAH,” he said while accompanied by applause and yel – yel from the residents who were also attended by foreign residents, as well as the, we don't know them.
“Three young – mudi is perfect for lelepah who has mengemurkan NAKAMPE IVORY,” Mbah Jauhari began his speech when the audience began to calm down.
Joan began to wake up from her stupor, she looked very limp, her body was soaked with blood and sweat, while Hudi looked frightened.
“What should we do now ?” whispered Hudi.
“We have failed to save Bianca. I also failed to protect you, just waiting to die.” said Joan desperately, two clear dots flowing from the corner of her eyes.
I was silent a thousand languages, my eyes glared far away to the sky – sky room. Part of the smoke from the incense and torch, covering it, I suddenly remembered the words of Mbah Buluk. My lips are shaking and between conscious and unspoken, “Don't worry, we still have people who can get us out of here,”
Joan looked at me, one of her eyes swollen and blue, “Who ? Mbah Buluk, Mbah Joglo, Bella or others ? They can't save us, Cel. Even if I had the title of first place in the international Taekwondo game, but, in fact, I was a trash,”
“Jo, all this time ... I know you as a firm, tough and brave woman. I'm sure we can definitely leave this place,” entertain me.
I just closed my mouth, suddenly the whole room seemed to shake violently, even if it was only a few minutes, enough to create a panic and tense atmosphere. Mbah Jauhari also looked surprised, “Earthquake,” his sigh was slowly barely heard, but we who were bound not far from where he stood, can hear it clearly.
“Old grandfather !!” exclaim Joan arrived – arrived, “If you want to kill us.. Just kill it don't have much to bacot !! Basic hypocrite !!”
“Plak !”
Mr. Sujar slapped Joan's cheek hard, making her lips break and adding wounds to Joan's face. Joan laughs profusely, “You are not a good person – well ! Your heart is rotten full of envious days, the – purses and grudges, still pretending to be friendly ! I won't let you go even as a ghost!!”
“Talk as good as your stomach, kencur stinking boy .. anyway, soon you won't be able to babble because we will chop and eat your meat,” said Mr. Sujar.
Just closing his mouth, suddenly a loud roar sounded and echoed.
“RRRROOOOOAAAARRRRR !!!”
“Maybe, we came late. But, don't worry, Mbah Buluk will give you a sign that you are ready – ready to ask Mbah Abang for help. We'll take them all down, you guys get the hell out of this village. Problem, Mbah Jauhari, leave it to us, nduk..” that is the advice given by Mbah Buluk earlier when he wanted to enter Sendang. I closed my eyes and lowered my face in – deep, that's when Mbah Abang's face flashed, and I immediately recited the mantra to summon Mbah Abang.
***
A flash of white light struck me and before me was already standing a crouching, red-clothed old woman. He put both his hands on his back while his pair of white eyeballs stared at me. Even though his face looked sinister, however, I felt a considerable aura within him, subconsciously I nodded my head and he replied with a nod of his head. He grinned to turn his gaze towards Mbah Jauhari.
Mbah Jauhari looked surprised to jump in shock. Both of his knees seemed to be powerless, his body was shaking violently. Moreover, the emergence of 2 tigers in the middle of the room –. Black Tiger and White Tiger.
Suddenly the wind blew hard, from the direction of the air hole, a wisp of – wisps of thin white smoke moved in, moving in, hovering – kites in the air and somewhere go rope – temali that binds our hands and feet. The thin white smoke swerving – contorts like dancing in the air, forming a strange silhouette – silhouette. Surrounding everyone who was in that place.
Joan's body sagged down, she looked limp once. Even if he has the world taekwondo number one champion, but what is the point of facing dozens of people. He has a pretty bad injury.
Hunt – hunt me and Hudi held Joan's body before she touched the floor. The air around the room seemed to stifle the chest, as if the room was filled with strange air.
Mbah Abang turned his gaze towards me, as if moved by an invisible force, we left the place. Some residents tried to block us, however, they suddenly bounced to the back of some acts. Their eyes suddenly look wild and violent, scratching – hand-ragged feet and body, grabbing hair and banging - banging head against the wall while occasionally crying, occasionally laughing uncontrollably. They're possessed.
The same incident experienced by other residents, they grabbed their own hair, rolled on the ground, scratching – hand, foot and body scratch, and, banging – smash the head on the floor or wall to break while occasionally laughing, sometimes crying. The atmosphere is chaotic.
One of the events that make us unable to forget it is the head of Mbah Jauhari separated from his body when 2 tigers surrounded and tore – shreds his body and Mbah Abang burned everything inside Kick it with a torchlight. ANGKARA MURKA statue as if not budging looking at the incident. That very night, we left NAKAMPE IVORY in chaos and guilt for not being able to save Bianca, Pedro, Parto and Ikbal.
***
E P I L O G :
On October 17, 2012
Volcanic activity of Mount Raung is increasing. The status of Mount Raung from normal rose to alert. A day later, on October 22, 2012 the status again rose to alert and brought impact in the surrounding area.
8 Subdistricts in three districts are included in the map affected by the eruption of Mount Raung. The 8 districts are located in Banyuwangi, Jember and Bondowoso. The data was taken from a potential disaster map of Mount Raung Observation Post in Banyuwangi.
Of the three regencies, the District in Banyuwangi Regency has the most affected areas. There are 5 Sub-districts, namely, Genteng, Sempu, Songgon, Glenmor and Kalibaru. Followed by 2 districts in Bondowoso Regency. Among them, Sumber Ringin and Sukosari.
Floods of hot lava have destroyed the village of NAKAMPE GADING which was once called SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN Village and surrounding areas. Their customs and cultural culture are lost from the memory of the village – neighboring villages. Most of its inhabitants were swept away by the hot clouds.
We are witnesses. Witnesses of the many remaining witnesses, who once lived side by side with the residents there. A group of idolaters and very fond of making meat as his favorite food. HUMAN FLESH.
A group of archaeologists have discovered an object buried for decades underground, a giant jet-black statue of a strange and terrible shape. The statue appeared to be alive as the lights of torches and fire shone on it. Four-horned, his pair of red eyes widened and his mouth opened, revealing a row of pointed teeth and at the tip of the tooth was blood red. Ten-handed, each of which carried a variety of objects, 2 of which were placed on the chest, while the other held a human head, heart, sword, trident, spear, mace, plate and cup.
Some workers ran away with – bits of beer while looking at the statue, but not for a middle-aged man – covered in dust on his clothes and sweat on the surface of his skin that had formed a map of the city. A mystical Eve came out from the body of the statue. The – man smiled as he said, “PATUNG ANGKARA MURKA, finally .. I found it,”
He laughed. His laughter echoed, spreading to all corners of the place.
From a distance sayup – sayup heard the roar of several tigers as if feeling restless and agitated, as if not allowing the statue to fall into human hands.
_ T A M A T _
(Tuesday, 07 Feb 2023 )
GREETINGS FROM THE AUTHOR :
Finally, the story (Terried ) In Nakampe Gading Village .. after going through various processes that are quite long and tiring, is finished as well. So many obstacles encountered by the author, making this story delayed long enough. But, that is what I have to live in order to give the best for the readers/fans.
I realized, of the many chapters written still far from the expectations of the readers, far from perfect. But, I hope, the readers can enjoy this storyline from beginning to end, even though there is an impression of less greget or rush –. That is why, I am not bored – bored waiting for criticism and suggestions from readers so that in writing the story – next story, more weight is not easily forgotten by many people.
Actually, there are still many incidents experienced by Cella and friends – friends during in NAKAMPE IVORY, but, it actually opened their old wounds, but, repeating the pain of their hearts and will worsen the – period of recovery after trauma. So, the author only tells a part of their experience, later can be plucked by the reader.
If there are things – things that are less pleasing in the hearts of readers, I apologize for the – magnitude. Thank you for the reader's willingness to read this story from beginning to end. See you again in my next – story.
Greetings From the Author
(Tuesday, 07 February 2023 )