Kemomong Village
History of Kemomong village

Sekar began to explain about the tradition in the village Kemomong.

“Tradition in Kemomong village is indeed quite unique, if there is one of the children of this village who turned seventeen years old. If women then the little finger of their left hand will be cut, while if men will be marked with hot iron,” said Sekar.

“If they don't do that tradition what will happen?” ask Bagas who is starting to be curious.

“If one of his children do not do this tradition, then their children will experience pain that does not heal until finally died,” said Sekar.

“Why don't they just leave this village, Ma'am?” ask Bagas again.

“Call Mekar, Bang! It has happened the same way, Bang. If these villagers who were born in Kemomong village then leave this village move to the city or live in another village then their life in the city or in another village will not be comfortable, they will live all deprived and also constantly experience prolonged pain until finally died.” Sekar who explained looked at Bagas face.

“Why can it be like that, Sekar?” ask Bagas.

Bagas who is still confused by the rituals in this village, according to him the things Sekar tells do not make sense.

“Then these villagers often experienced pain that did not heal, and this village is very barren every harvest always fails many people who are hungry and sickly. Then there is a grandfather who tells how to make the villagers recover from their pain and also so that the harvest does not always fail–“ Sekar remark cut by Bagas.

“Who are the grandparents? What did the grandfather command? ” Bagas very curious. 

“The grandfather was named Krinobroto him great-grandfather of the key jury. The caretaker himself was named Brotoseno. Krisno's grandfather held the strange ritual and he also suggested to us that every Friday night our keliwon should make offerings placed in front of the terrace of the house. This is so that the villagers are not disturbed?”

“They? Who are they?” tanya Bagas added made sekar curious.

“They are the waiters of this village, Krino's grandfather asked them for help and they gave us the ritual conditions. And this village was also renamed by Krisno's grandfather to Kemomong!” village sahut Sekar's.

“Does the name Kemomong itself have any meaning?” ask Bagas.

“Iya Anyway is a voluntary agreement between humans and jinn or their countrymen. With the ritual and the agreement that this village is back to prosper, the abundant harvest of fertile land and also our villagers do not experience back pain,” said Sekar who looked at Bagas. 

“Actually I can't tell anyone about this village!” 

“But why did you tell me Sekar?” 

“Sekar believes Bang gas is a good person, please keep this story secret to anyone!” Fresh to commemorate.

“Iya Sekar I promise I will not tell this to anyone,” said Bagas

“Difficult to understand, I still do not believe what you are talking about,” Bagas continued back.

“Indeed sometimes there is something that cannot be thought of by logic, but this is something that has happened in this village,” Sekar reiterated back to Bagas.

 Meanwhile, Adit is confused looking for the existence of Bagas.  

‘From where ae mas Bagas. From earlier on gole’i ra ono(This is where Mas Bagas went. From earlier in searchin no)' murmured Adit who was upset.

After searching for a long time Adit also found Bagas with a woman. Then Adit approached Bagas.

“Wes-wes, in search turned out mojok here to, same wong wedok ayu sekaline (same beautiful woman apparently),” said Adit.

“What the hell Dit. There you eat aja tuh that much to disturb,” said Bagas.

Adit turned to the woman beside Bagas.

“Eh, Ma'am Sekar apparently, sorry I did not see,” said Adit who smiled.

“Call Sekar aja Mas,” says Sekar. 

“Iya Mbak, Eh Sekar means. Oh yes try your Mas is known’in same Mbak mu to,” said Adit while grinning.

Suddenly when they were busy chatting Ningsih also came to Sekar.

“Ooo, it turns out that since you were here yes Sekar, Mr nyariin you tuh. Even cool together here!” said Ningsih who looked annoyed.

“Enggak Mbak, Sekar just chat with Bang Bagas,” said Sekar who dismissed the accusations from Ningsih.

“Chat what? Talked for a long time. Dah there du cariin Father,” orders Ningsih.

“Iya Mbak,” sahut Seka go leave them all.

“Sorry Ma'am Ning I who invited Sekar to chat here. Not Sekar is wrong,” concluded Bagas defended Sekar.

“Iya loh Mbak Ning, do not get angry, her beautiful tentar ilang,” Praise Adit while smiling towards Ningsih.    

“Have not discussed Sekar again, anyways Bang like to chat with Sekar. Though Sekar's son was quiet not much to say, if he was invited to talk the answer is short and simple, and also the pattern of his mind is much the same I Bang,” said Ningsih who mocked Sekar.

Adit who began to look not like Ningsi who always vilified his sister also left.

“Excuse me Ma'am, I just want to take food again,” said Bagas left Ningsi.

Bagas also left Ningsih together with Adit, this opportunity was not wasted by Adit.

“Told you even in residence,” said Ningsih who was upset.

“Ya already Mbak there is still Mas Adit here, oh Yes I can ask the same Sister Ning ? Ma'am Ning already has a girlfriend?” adit smiled at Ningsih.

“Udah!” the Ningsih.

Ningsih did not say much he left Adit back to his seat.

It does not feel like the clock has shown that ten o'clock at night the ritual event has ended. 

Bagas and the group walked towards the car that Adit parked earlier.

After a decent walk finally the Bagas troupe arrived at the box car.

They all boarded Bagas' car and this time Bagas drove his car to Mes.

 On the way Bagas told Adit something.

“Oh Yes Dit! Yesterday when we entered this village you were very curious about the meaning of the name of the village Kemomong?” bagas.

“Eh Yes Mas. I already know what it means I completely forgot Mas.”

“By the way it is a voluntary agreement between humans and Jin, dedemit, waiter even the devil once,” said Bagas who told Adit.

Suddenly Adit was silent to the words of Bagas, Adit tried to remember.

“Iyo it's true what happened Mas, my grandfather once said like that, I just remembered. It is fitting that the ritual that the villagers perform is very terrible. And one more we've been drinking blood! Are we already a part of them Mas?” adit started to panic.

“That's Dit, I hope this is just a tradition that nothing bad happens to us,” Bagas who hope.

“Aamiin Mas, hope we are okay.”

Not feeling they had all arrived in front of Mes, they all got down from Bagas car back into Mes to rest.