Ghost Nose Mbeler
Masquerading

"Sir.ngiiih...ngiihh....."

The horse that had been calmly pulling the dock now stopped abruptly.

The dark brown horse looked very restless.

Both front legs are occasionally lifted, as if you want to get off the rope and run because you feel very threatened.

The coachman who understood very well if his horse was not okay was immediately read the verse of the chair.

Not long ago the horse was calm and wanted to walk again.

In a place not far from the street, a figure in red clothes was standing floating on top of a bamboo tree.

He watches every human being who goes back and forth on the streets with sharp eyes.

The day changed in the evening, the ceiling of the surup showed a reddish orange color.

Black clouds began to cloud after the setting of the sun.

A figure in red clothes is now floating in an alley that has begun to crowded many people.

Gamelan is also in the tabuh.

Puppet skin that has been neatly arranged by the Wiyangga is ready to be played by Mr. Dalang.

Well, there will be a shadow puppet show in the village of the rejo coral.

Warsinah is now perched on a rambutan tree.

He noticed the only ones who were coming.

Until it appears a man who wears black oblong pants, red and white striped clothes and a holster he draped on his chest.

The Father who had just come was standing on the side of the road that was quite close to where Warsinah was.

With ease the Father spoke for himself.

"Mbah kulo ajeng maen Othok tulong nggeh mbah in help ben win kata."

That's what the father said who then hit the ground three times using his heels.

"Hyai danyang Kaki danyang yoh tutno lakuku."

After saying that sentence, the father walked towards the cowshed owned by residents.

Where there are already seen there are some people who have crowded.

They sat curiously around a wooden box lit only by a small resin.

"Weh.wes podo cuddle, my plate." said the father.

"Leh.ya must be late until the person is a member of the susis" said the person who looks younger than the father.

Well that's what gambling is commonly called othok.

"Arep udhu piro Kang Jan?"

Ask the city.

"Wes iki heating sepuloh ae dikeloh." replied the Father who was called Kang Jan earlier.

"Yo wes."

"Not kopyok loya,"

"Clutches of sleepiness."

The sound of the dice being shaken inside a coconut shell.

"Klutukkk"

Next is the sound of dice falling onto the board and coconut shells that are used as a cover.

"Wes piro?"

"Siji"

"Telu"

"Enem"

"Telu"

"Telu"

Answer those who are in that place in a simple manner.

"Kang Jan's piro sample?"ask the city again.

Warsinah who had been attracted by Marijan's dark aura followed Marijan.

Moreover, Marijan who had talked to himself as if inviting anyone who was a resident of the place to help him make Warsinah feel called.

"Loro" whispered Warsinah in Marijan's ear then he reached into the dice in the coconut shell to be in the position of the second point.

"Loro wes I ndar." replied Marijan following the whisper of the devil.

"Wes col kabeh?"ask the city.

And true...Marijan earned twice as much money as he had spent

"Satur suwon mbah" Marijan said in her heart.

Warsinah laughs in surprise because she feels she has followers.

Now his energy is getting stronger.

All happened because the black aura emanated from Marijan he could absorb.

The same thing repeated several times.

And lastly Marijan turned all the results over tonight and ended up with him winning again.

Now Warsinah is more happy especially when Marijan believes that his victory is because of the help of Nyai and Kaki Danyang.

Warsinah whose energy is getting stronger has now left the gambling area of othok.

He floated towards the puppet show.

She transformed herself into a beautiful woman in a red dress with dyed hair and orange headbands.

Warsinah sneaks in among the many Puppet spectators.

Warsinah really likes the sound of gamelan even occasionally she looks mangosteen.

Not long ago there appeared a fifty-five-year-old grandfather.

Who wear udeng brown color and striated surjan clothes and tapih batik cloth klabang ngadek.

The Grandfather stared intently at Warsinah who looked down because he felt that her disguise had been discovered.

"Why Kung?"

Ask the owner hajad to the old man who is usually called Kakung.

"Ndak nothing, just a guest just now, but already gone."

Answer Kakung who then returned to the chair where he had sat before.

Kakung while sitting in a chair seemed to put both his hands into his pocket.

He closed his eyes, and it was like meditating.

The next few minutes the village elder Kakung asked for a bottle of mineral water.

Kakung closed his eyes again and twisted the prayer beads in his hands.

"Gus...Agus.."call kakung to Agus the first son of Supriadi who has hajad.

"Le. Sinio, this will help you pour into a larger bucket, then the water will be flush around the tarub."

"Don't tell anyone else, this soale must be done by the son of Mbarep." added Kakung.

"Snigh Kung, ngoten ngos not pail riyen." replied Agus deftly, he immediately did what his brother ordered.

Agus poured water into a teapot and took it around the kitchen house as well as tardup.

When he got to the back of the house, Agus saw a woman wearing red clothes enter the bamboo grove and disappeared.

Agus accelerated his footsteps towards the terrace.

He met Kakung with bad breath.

Kakung who knows what has been experienced Aguh chuckled until the cigarette of his route fell.

"Lah Gus Agus,lawong met wong ayu even scared."

Said Kakung while laughing crisply.

"Haduh Kung, where there is wong ayu, there is a new pedestal demit right." said Agus grimacing while stroking his back neck that is still goosebumps.

Elsewhere Warsinah who had just been driven by the inner science of the village elder was very angry.

He flew back up to the Rambutan tree.

Watching the movements of residents who leave and return from watching Puppet.

Warsinah's sharp eyes turned all white.

His head cracks back.

Foul-smelling blood flowed back and dripped down on the path under the Rambutan tree.

Warsinah again cried bitterly, her nose that always bled when she cried was now emitting very rotten pus.

The shadow of the poor treatment of Senopati's men is re-engraved.

Warsinah floated down following a motorcycle that was riding two men.

The man with the cream hair and the other bald head laughed crisply about the menyawer show they had just done.

The crisp laughter that made the anger of Warsinah was again at its peak.

As of....