Hidden In The Mist
Chapter 12 A Puzzle

Almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon as Angga and om Bandi entered the library parking lot. The old building of the Dutch colonial era always managed to invite admiration of the visitors.

Angga stood in front of the door while observing a structure of buildings that looked solidly timeless. His heart can't wait to immediately go in to find out books or articles related to the ancestral culture of the Javanese tribe in the past.

"Welcome sir, can you help me?"

The soft voice of a library employee sounded welcoming. Angga who was still amazed by the shape of the sturdy building in front of him, immediately realized and turned his face towards the voice of the young woman who was standing gracefully several meters nearby.

"Oh yes, sorry mbak, introduce my name Angga, this sturdy building makes me amazed, I happen to be in need of your help."

"Where can I find a book or article about the history of Javanese culture, precisely the dictionary of Sanskrit and things about Javanese rituals in the past?"

The female librarian did not immediately give an answer, she looked at Angga's face full of investigation, as if she would suspect the purpose and purpose of Angga coming to visit the library.

"Hallo... Ma'am, where can I find a Sanskrit dictionary and books about Javanese culture, especially about their rituals?"

Angga spoke once more to reinforce his question. The librarian woman gasped and then walked quickly to a low-light alley.

"Here sir, on the third shelf, there are many books that discuss ancient rituals, and clenics. But if you may know, you are looking for a mystical book for what study, is this father a lecturer?"

Library officials are trying to explore more deeply, about the purpose of Angga looking for books related to Javanese culture in the past.

"No, I'm just an employee at one of the foreign privately owned companies in Jakarta."

"As for why I was interested in looking for books about Javanese culture and the rituals associated with the clenics, it was because of the old books I bought at the flea stall."

"I just bought it today, and was very curious to know what it contained. If only the author had included the translation, I would not have come here."

"But it turns out that because of this book, I was able to get here, in a beautiful old building, and it has its own history."

The library attendant observed the old book in the hand of Angga, when Om bandi arrived to interrupt their conversation. He then explained the purpose of Angga's goal of looking for a mystical book in the city library.

The librarian, who was beginning to understand the situation, was quick to help Angga, he quickly walked down the hallway between the shelves, then picked up some books that might be useful for the handsome young man.

"Maybe some of these books can be the right reference for you. I've read it, and I think it'll be a big help."

"Oh yes, this book is a literary script jawi, with the guide of this book you will more easily understand the meaning of each word in the book, even though in fact this book is not a dictionary of languages, the dictionary of languages, but I'm sure it'll be a big help."

Angga smiled faintly, while thanking the female librarian. He received some books from the woman's hand, and a little later he was already lost in silence.

Angga continues to be busy reading books, while trying to relate various strange phenomena that he experienced in Herly's house. Each event recorded in his memory, matched with an explanation of the book he read.

"Here it is, is it possible that the blood covenant with the devil will bind one lineage and cannot be broken until the last line runs out unnoticed?"

Angga suddenly stopped reading and focused on a book chapter written by a Dutchman who researched about the culture of Javanese ancestors.

In the book, the author has done in-depth research on myths and beliefs of society that are thick with mystical. Angga felt he had found an answer as to why he had given Herly such a strange condition, before his son inherited the father's estate.

"What's wrong, have you found anything about the book you bought?"

Om Bandi who had just sat quietly bored in front of Angga, then caught the seriousness in the look of his nephew's face, his nephew, the man then got up from his seat and came to Angga to find out what Angga found.

"This is a translation of a book published in the year one thousand nine hundred and fifty by this Dutchman, he has been researching us since the year one thousand nine hundred and twelve. And it turns out that in his book the author has summarized a lot about the customs, beliefs, and myths that apply to the people of Java."

"Here he also says many things about various plagues, curses, spells of protection, science or studies that in ritual rituals include blood covenants as a bond with the devil nation, the devil, and it turns out that some people of his people, they also believe this kind of thing."

"Slowly I can begin to understand now, why in the project of building a road, a bridge, a tunnel, or a reservoir, often subverting the indigenous population, it turns out the legend behind the name of a building, the legend of the, not just a mystical fairy tale, they do it for one specific purpose."

"Of all the most interesting subject matter of this book is the matter of the ritual offering of the collision that uses the medium of clenic objects. They knowingly did so as a condition of blood covenant with the nation of devils."

"Had I been able to decipher the contents of this book, perhaps Herly and his wife would no longer need to be stuck doing a perverse ritual run by her parents."

"Listen to this time Ngga, not unsympathetic to the problems that befall your friends, but everything is more to your safety, so you should withdraw, do not need to be involved, do not get involved, and stop pompous meddling in such matters."

"Danger, it's wrong that you will get in trouble because you take care of other people's life problems too much, understand!"

Said om Bandi very loudly opposed so Angga was a bit disappointed to hear it. But he was determined, Angga remained strong will help Herly out of the problem of ancient rituals that entwine his family, even though Bandi om has forbidden it.

"I'll keep helping Herly no matter the risk."

Meanwhile, in front of the library staff who heard the voice of their debate, began to be interested in listening to what the two men were talking about. He stood up and rushed to the two.

"I'm sorry, but your voices are too loud until they sound forward. Fortunately today the only remaining visitors are the two of you, so I don't need to warn you guys."

"Oh yes about your conversation, at least I can catch what you two are discussing, if you don't mind, maybe I can help translate the contents of the book for you."

The two then looked towards the female library attendant. Angga welcomed the offer of the librarian, although Bandi still seemed to disagree with the woman's good intentions.

"Oh... happens to be mbak, I am looking for people who know the meaning of ancient Javanese writing in this book. I would appreciate it if you would help us decipher the contents."

"Oh yes since I came earlier, we have not been acquainted, if you may know whose name mbak yes?"

Angga noticed the name tax on the chest of the library attendant and read it in his heart.

"I'm Ermawati, just call Ema, or Wati. Oh yeah, which book are we going to talk about, what's that old brown cover book?"

The familiar library attendant at sapa Ema then took a seat next to Angga while giving out some polio sheets and pens so that the young man could record every sentence meaning of the book that would be Ema translate.

"A little bit of this book is about one science that belongs to a family of noble descent and is only owned specifically by people among the nobility."

"The idea is more to the effort to maintain the continuity of the noble family lineage from mala potaka, to keep the treasure, throne, authority, authority, they are not disturbed by the evil of the man who has envy or grudge against his family."

"They made a covenant bound with ancestral blood to be passed down by generations to their children, grandchildren, from their lineage."

"Blood covenants usually always involve allies with the demon race which are then called ingons or pets. Ingon will continue to follow his master along the existing line of inheritance and will only be cut off if the last member no longer has children."

"Ingon will inhabit one thing as a container, he will become a protector, and get rid of the bullies."

Angga was amazed to listen to Ema's words, he then thought, if Herly is the part of the blue terah, which his family has maintained the continuity of the light by making a heresy agreement.

"So apparently the father knew exactly the risk of having an apprentice, so he did not want to pass this heresy on to his descendants."

"Sir Ema, is it possible that this agreement could be canceled unilaterally?"

Angga immediately cut out the sentence Ema. He impatiently wanted to find out about how for Herly to be detached from the blood covenant ties his ancestors made.

"This agreement can be broken by shifting ritual responsibility to others who are willing and of course he must be able to subdue Ingon. That person could also be accepted by his ingon candidate, otherwise he would just be a fall for the ingon being."

"Another way is to sacrifice yourself, lock ingon back to where the blood covenant began, otherwise all will be doomed, for he has broken the covenant."

Ema continued to read sheet after sheet of ancient books, while Angga noted important points that became references. In his mind Angga thought maybe he could break the blood covenant with the devil through the ritual of breaking the contract where the blood covenant was made.

"If Herly were to perform the final ritual in her ancestral village, perhaps she would no longer need to find someone else capable of accepting the burden of the ritual, after all to move the responsibilities of the ritual would not be as easy as turning the palm."

"There are important conditions that he must fulfill, the person who will receive the ritual must be able to subdue the figure of ingon, and they must match."

"It would have been better if Herly had gone to where the deal was made, and locked her there. But where that place is, even the romance never told Herly about the village of her homeland."

Angga is pensive, he dissolves into his own thoughts, the plan to free Herly is still hit by a wall of mystery. Big teak they have to solve.