Hidden In The Mist
Chapter 15 Traces From The Past

"Where am I now.., what is this place, um..., um Bandi...!"

"Om Bandi where is...?"

"Well, I remember very well the last time, I was with om Bandi in the car, but why arrive now everything is different, I was in a foreign place like this, what is this...?"

"I don't even know this place at all, or don't you think something happened to the train we were riding?"

Angga felt himself in a place that was so foreign. He was even very sure he had never once come to where he was now.

The landscape around the right one is completely different from real life. Angga felt he was living in a parallel world, which he had never lived before.

"Am I dead?"

"This place is very cold, I don't recognize the area around me at all, maybe even I'm not in Indonesia right now, oh God what happened?"

Angga is confused by what is in nature now. He tried to recognize his place, but in vain. Angga does not know where he is at the moment.

"I have to find someone to ask, but I have to walk in which direction, this place is so foreign to me. The road ahead is foggy, I must tread the heart."

Angga stepped on his feet with doubt, the sound of the wind whirling leaves, large trees that closely accompany his steps, visibility that is not too far, making him have to heartily walk.

"It looks like up ahead there is a populated village, there might be someone I can ask in that village."

"It's a village, there must be people there, I must go there to ask."

Angga quickened his pace, the sound of animal voices began to boisterously sound in the sea. Watchfully Angga watched around, the young man actually felt a sensation that made his guts shrink.

"I have to find something to be used as a weapon, no one knows, what danger awaits me in front of there."

Angga picked up a piece of wood lying on the ground, then ran towards the village he saw. The village looks close, but it's hard for Angga to get there.

" The village was in plain sight, but why did it feel so far away, from the time I walked, but it felt like I had just walked a few steps from earlier."

"Stop there young man, you're forbidden to cross, or you won't be able to come back!"

The voice of the man behind the fog arrived to surprise Angga, he had not had time to switch, from the strangeness he felt, from the strange, now Angga had to be surprised by the black silhouette figure behind the fog that was holding back his footsteps.

"I'm sorry sir, if I may, can I ask?"

"To be honest I don't understand, where I am now, rather I am lost. Do you know the way back?"

Without further ado, Angga immediately asked a question to the figure of a man who in the sight of his eyes was only a silhouette. Although there is a feeling of reluctance that is tucked in his heart, but Angga must take the risk so that he does not linger long trapped in the area that he does not know where he is now.

"Go home, don't keep moving, the place you're going to is not the house you should be visiting!"

The man's words made Angga jerked, he became reminded of the incident at the restaurant, when he and his friends stopped by for lunch somewhere in the city of Banyuwangi.

"He was an old man who reprimanded me at the diner at that time, but here doesn't even look like a village village in Banyuwangi town."

Angga was deep in his heart, right now, the young man was truly frightened. A cold sweat started to wet his forehead, he realized something was not right was happening to him right now.

"Koe wes will not wanti le.., ojok melu melu perkoro wong lyo, dead, koncomu wes dead..."

Suddenly the hoarse voice of the old woman sounded right in Angga's ears, she was shocked, and fell right at the feet of the hunchbacked old woman who was standing looking at him with a cynical look.

Sekonyong konyong Angga pulled his body back a few meters to the back, the woman who was standing in front of him turned out, was a black woman he saw at the train station at that time.

The black woman, then shows some pieces of events in the colonial era, which illustrate the difficult situation in that era that forced a noble family to protect terah by taking the path, heresy, in order for their existence to last and exist in the middle of the bad social life of the community at that time.

Afterwards the woman was shackled in an old hut, then she was forced to eat something that had been mixed with blood from her fetus.

After that Angga was shown again how prosperity came to approach the noble family, even though community life was difficult at that time.

It shows him the same ritual repeating itself over time and through to their next generation. And at the end of the story a curse from a girl becomes the cover of a sadistic tragedy that always repeats.

The village was hit by a pageblug or plague that made the village fertile, became a mass grave for people in the village who let crime run rampant.

Everything was so real in front of Angga. He wanted to vomit to see the incident. Angga wanted to refuse him, but his body suddenly became stiff, even to just close his eyes he could not do it.

"It's been... That's enough, I just want directions to go home, why are you showing me all this?"

"We have counseled you, but you are deaf, it is the law that you will experience next. Didn't Nyai have warned me not to interfere in other people's problems?"

"Let your friend bear his own karma, all are but the path of destiny, who has planted, then he will reap the rewards, son."

"Well, the bad you'll receive depends on what you've done in the past."

Suddenly the silhouette of the man disappeared, and the grandmother showed the direction where Angga should step, then he disappeared with light.

Angga again jerked, then opened his eyes, the noise of the train locomotive engine was heard again, and he found himself still in the car to Banyuwangi.

In front of him, Bandi was still sitting cross-legged, dissolved in meditation, Angga who still did not believe in the mystical experience he had just passed, turned to look at the other passenger bench, it was as if he wanted to make sure that he had returned to the real world.

"Will we mate, see you here again, which friend, alone?"

Angga turned his face up, and a carriage attendant who helped him when Jaka arrived disappeared, was already standing at the side with a friendly smile decorating his lips.

"Oh father, yes we meet again, I'm with om now, friends are still in Banyuwangi."

"The taste is until a new nightmare, yes, his voice until it makes other passengers worried, if you may know what to do?"

Angga fixed his seat, while wiping the sweat on his forehead that poured out profusely.

"I didn't do anything, but I don't know, because I myself just had this weird problem for the first time, sir."

The train attendant took a seat next to Om Bandi. The man directly touched Angga's arm with his finger, then hurriedly released it back.

"This is not a small matter mas, my advice does not need to continue, but if the resolve is already round, please be careful, once in contact with them, we will be difficult to escape again."

The words of the carriage attendant were very similar to the man in Angga's dream, he became doubtful with his determination. Will continue the goal, or retreat for his safety.

"If I retreat now, then what about all of them, however I promise to return. I'm not myngkin pulling my word again srkarang."

There is an inner war in Angga, but he has promised Herly to return, and Angga inevitably has to keep it. For him this was a difficult choice, but Angga's father once said if a man had promised, then he had to keep it.

"Truely the man's father who was held was his promise, so I had to go back there despite the life of the bet."

"I'll be careful sir, pray for our safe return."

The train attendant just slumped, then patted Angga on the shoulder and left without saying a word.

Meanwhile, Bandi began to move his body, marked he had begun to awaken from the semedi long enough.

The train continues to speed, both Angga and Om Bandi are still focused on finding a middle ground to save Herly.