METAPHYSICAL WAR
White father and sukma fighter
White father and sukma fighter.
Mr. White was still able to fall asleep that night and wake up alive when he knew, now his two companions had perished. He could see Queen Urayaning's subordinates who managed to escape and came to him to give news of the death of Queen Urayaning and Dama Langsa.
“You named Rudi karsa ?” said the Queen's subordinate. His form was kuntilanak with chains binding one hand, his face was pale expressionless, his hair was gray.
Saw him coming suddenly from the second floor. The white father retreated a few steps, beware that the creature he saw this time was sent from his other enemies.
“Jawab me !” Jerk the Queen's subordinate.
White just nodded. Maybe he is still traumatized after being visited by two creatures quite tough again violent last night.
When the Queen's subordinates knew that he had met was a wanted man, he said,
"The Queen of Urayaning has perished, as has Dama Langsa. But the Queen still had time to tell me to deliver a message.”
“What message ?” asked White to doubt.
“Go to a sacred tomb between two mountains not far from here, bring some humans, so Prabu Tutugan will help you.”
After saying the message the kuntilanak disappeared without knowing where it went.
The message made Mr white a little mused, whether he should obey him or not ? But for him if he wants to continue to earn income from receiving patients, he will inevitably have to obey. It is quite logical because he can only see but has no energy to fight if he does not partner with khodam.
In treating patients, of course, he must have the energy and partner to fight with the jinn in the patient's body which sometimes challenges him to a duel.
After noon arrived he finally decided to go look for the tomb on that day. White father did not know the essence of the message, he only thought that the Queen Urayaning cared about him when the message was to mislead mankind by culturing the inhabitants of the tomb. With the arrival of the white Father there by bringing some humans, later so that later the tomb was sacred for generations.
Though none of the grave dwellers can give anything to the living human even though the tomb is the tomb of the shaleh.
It's just a business game or a share-in project of demonic forces to mislead humans. With the herding of the white Father to Prabu Tutugan, astral beings who inhabit the Burangrang mountain so that the white Father remains a deceiver of man.
“The pack has a patient,” his wife said. Older, five years older than Rudi Karsa or commonly called the White Father. His wife knows nothing, never realizes all the actions of her husband even to just ask, what have you been doing ? Where did you learn shamanism ? Most importantly her husband gave her a living was enough for her.
“Turn back, I will not accept patients first.”
“Loh, why ?” his wife again took the finished glass in front of the white father. “Usually Father spirit ?”
“Do not ask a lot, I can not explain,” closed.
“Iya Sir, I understand.” His wife passed into the kitchen carrying a glass on a tray.
His wife approached the patient who was waiting in the yard, waiting for the certainty of the white father.
"I'm sorry Mom, he said you now want to take a break from practice. Maybe not for a week," he said.
"Oh.that's ?" The patient seemed a little disappointed. "Okay, ma'am, if that's why I'm going home.".
"Yes." Yeah."
His wife was still staring at the back of the patient Mr. White, ushering in the departure of patient Rudi Karsa who walked out of the house and disappeared after the car driven by the patient passed the turn.
“Ruwet, really complicated, how can-can-can be lost,” grunya. “Kalo I stopped opening the practice of treatment, automatically will not get any more income, hadeh chaotic. They should go there like. But where is the location ? The location of the tomb between the two mountains just there, near the mountain burangrang and mount tangkuban boat."
“Bu..” Call her.
His wife then approached with her hands covered in detergent foam, apparently washing clothes.
“What else Sir ?”
“The child of your sister has not been working?” White dad took a cigarette without a filter. It ignited and then sucked slowly.
“Not yet Sir. What's up ?”
“Kalo would like to invite him to follow the Father of the ritual to the sacred tomb,” he explained. ”Let work.”
Kayu Bapak Putih to invite the child of his wife's sister who is 30 years old but has not been able to return to work.
In fact, there is absolutely nothing to do between the rituals in a particular tomb and being able to work. All of that is just a satanic trick.
“You don't, huh ? He would not like to go to such places Sir,” replied His wife in doubt. “Bapak aja who invited, if Mother right, later confused how to explain how.”
“Ya already Father who went there later in the afternoon.”
"M." His wife went back to the bathroom.
Mr. White continues his annoying activity, smoking !
In the afternoon, he did not do much activity. Usually he is busy accepting patients by launching a little perverted action. This time it is like losing something, a lot of silence and occasionally feeding Kacer birds in the yard.
“Tumben Sir, how quiet, no longer receive patients ?” ask Ridwan Dany.
“Iya Sir, duh. Again there is my important business.”
“Hmm..kalo so let's go to the mosque first aja bentar again adzan,” invite him.
"Mm..first only Mr. RT, anu, mm..this is the responsibility hehe.” Without shame he refused the invitation of Mr. RT. People were also seen walking towards the mosque.
Ridwan Dany, the Chairman of RT who is actually less comfortable with the practice of white father medicine in his neighborhood. Ridwan Dany is known as a man who is kind and diligent in worship as well as equipped with a good religious understanding. With the cessation of Mr. White from his medical practice, even if only for a moment. Of course it was enough to make his heart feel happy.
He knew very well what White Father had done so far was just shamanic practice even though in doing the action was not dressed like shamans in general, black-black with distinctive skull-covered clothes and burning incense.
If Ridwan Dany knew that Mr. White also did perverted action in launching the action. He will drive him out of that place.
After the dzuhur adzan reverberated, Mr. white immediately entered the house because he was worried about being invited by his neighbors who were still heading to the mosque. Waiting 20 minutes inside the house while observing from the window blinds. Ensuring the situation is deserted from the traffic of the pilgrims. Then he came out of the house after being sure he would not cross paths with neighbors.
Through three corners of the road the view of the white Father is fixed on the base of the motorcycle that looks quiet.
“Ceng, quiet load ?” ask the white man.
“Muhun Sir, meuni deserted. Pami sanes ku kapaksa mah matak hoream ngojeg na ge. (Yes sir, it's quiet. If not for being forced, make males ngojeknya also)”
“Hmm gitu.”
The white father then sat on the wall as high as one meter layered with ceramics that are commonly used to relax the ojek builders.
You know Mr. White tried to accompany him to wait for the cargo or passengers. Nceng was so commonly called, then turned on the television installed at the base of the motorcycle. Although the television is quite small but enough as entertainment for motorcycle taxi drivers.
“Dah gini aja Ceng, from there diem here, bosen wait for passengers, mending follow me yuk,” said Mr white while selonjoran.
“Where ?” He stopped looking at the television screen.
“Pilgrimage,” replied Mr. White tricked Nceng from the essence of his purpose to the sacred tomb. The shamans often disguise their purpose to cult the tomb dwellers or ask for the tomb dwellers under the pretext of grave pilgrimage.
That is because the pilgrimage of the grave is allowed as a reminder of death precisely that is strictly prohibited is to cult, perform certain rituals exemplified by the Prophet and ask for the tomb occupants.
“Hmm..” Nceng seemed to think, for him what good it would be if he went with white Father. Everything he does has to make money. Otherwise, he could not support his small family. “Aya duitan teu Pak ? If not, I'm here looking for money. (Making money, sir ? If not, mending me here find money.”
“Ya is..said that it is a sacred tomb, many who want to have work come there, who want his business to sell come there,” hasten Mr. white. “Not to mention sure I give money to replace your income today. 80 thousand is enough for the family at home rather than ngojek, at most how much, there are 60 thousand a day ?”
“There is, but now-now so quiet, dapet 60 tuh Alhamdulillah, now mah at most 45. Try enough to make what money 45 thousand, huft,” complained Nceng.
“So, want to join ?”
“Hmm.”
“Amm..mm amm mm, much think ah!”
“Oke if that sir, I come,” replied Nceng after being kicked by Mr. white. “When do we leave ?”
“Later afternoon.”
Mr. White then stood up and left Nceng alone at the ojek base, the goal was successful. Now he is aiming for two more people to take him to the tomb between two mountains.
“Ceng, if I go to Supri first okay, who knows he also wants me to take to the sacred tomb,” he explained.
“Oke.” Nceng made a small circle with her index finger and thumb.
Mr. white again sauntered on black asphalt that already has several holes because it is often watered by locals during the scorching heat. He was looking for at least two more victims.
At the end of the road there is a fertile land with many planted cassava trees, in the corner there is a saung. In the saung is a fat man who works as a garbage officer complex is resting.
“Rud, where are you going?” tanya Supri sat in the saung.
“You are here.” Mr. white then walked on the path to get to the saung which position is in the corner. If it was night, it would be a little more horror because there were no lighting.
“What's Rud ? Tumben.” Supri took off her boots and gloves.
“Gini, go direct. Would you like not come with me to the sacred tomb ?”
“Wiih sacred tomb, can also.” Supri's response seems to be different from Nceng, he is a person who likes superstitious things, shamanism and far from religion. He even stole the belongings of residents when he worked to take out garbage bags. “ His daek atuh, hayu Jeung dek mah. (Yes, come with me mah) Whose tomb ? Sunan, president or religious figure ?”
“Good, if that's the afternoon we leave. Not the sunan or religious figures, this supposedly eat the tomb of one of the sunda satria of the kingdom galuh.” White man wants to walk back. Two steps later he stopped and looked. “Kalo si Dudung no yes clock like this ?”
“Oh how many people follow Rud?”
“Four people Pri,” answers. “Plan situ, si Nceng, si Dudung and sodara i.”
“Oh..kirain only I doang.” Supri. “Kalo Si Dudung mah hour soon Rud work, most afternoon there is.”
“Sore, yes ? Hmm..” White man holding his chin. “Kalo afternoons..waduh..bakalan don't want him to like. Tired home from work directly invited to go mah.”
“Si Jacky aja Rud,” proposal Supri.
“Jacky the screenwriter?”
“Iya, later let me just invite him.” Supri then laid her body on the mat in the saung. “Situ back home, anyway sorted.”
“Oke, later in the afternoon do not forget.”
“Iya.”
Rudy Karsa or the White Father then went home after being convinced by Supri that a third person must have gone to the sacred tomb between two mountains.
The heat in the afternoon did not last long. Two hours after that before entering the ashar time, the sky suddenly clouded. The change in the weather is drastic enough to astonish the surrounding residents, the rain fell as a black cloud right in the sky of the city of Bandung.
Plentifully.
It rained very hard, Mr. White was still outside the house filling the void by talking to the hour service provider on the outskirts of the store.
“Mending you stop Rud from practicing medicine,” said Mang By. Old friend Rudi Karsa since still working as a factory worker. Since both were issued by the company for being drunk while working, Mang By opened a clock service business while Rudi instead became a perverted shaman.
“If I stop, later my wife's child will feed what Leh ?” lamented Mr. white. “There is only one there."
“Yes find another cake business, the world is vast Rud, your time is still diem..aja at that point,” reply Mang By. “At least you are looking for a halal business. Don't be a shaman, a big sin loh.”
Without looking over, Mang By was still busy fixing the customer's hours. A small screwdriver and magnifying glasses he uses while working.
“Halah, it is easy to make a business, difficult Leh.”
While continuing to smoke cigarettes Mr. White is reluctant to accept input Mang By, his best friend. One leg he kept on his hanky half-leaning while looking at the traffic of vehicles on the highway, occasionally looking at the howls of modern-day women who wear tight pants so as to give the impression of sexy, sexy, if there was no woman's buttocks that he could see, he was just looking at the raindrops that were falling very fast. Enjoying coffee and cigarettes became Rudi Karsa's favorite when it rained.
“Difficult because you haven't tried !” tegur Mang By. “Nothing, what if your age soon ? You haven't yet completed a penance, can be a chubby in Rud's afterlife. You're not afraid ?”
“Ah that's how it will be Leh, which we think at this time, not later. The important thing now is money, can eat, can coffee and ready to smoke. Tomorrow, how about it. Simple Leh, simple. Mah life brought simple sajah..”
Mr. White is really hard to accept the advice his heart is dark because it is too long wallowing in the mud of obedience that is getting deeper and deeper.
“Huft, it's hard to talk to you.”
Mang By the head bobbles.
“You cigarette ?” the Sodor Rudi Karsa.
“Ogah.”
Mang By continued to continue his work while Rudi Karsa sat back and forth beside him. Waiting for rain to subside that will not subside in the near future.
Hundreds of times a burst of white smoke came out of his mouth, in fact it did not make the white father feel full. Stem after stem he took from in a small box, has harmed humans with his dirty deeds as shaman he also bothers humans with cigarette smoke that he produces.
Just be spontaneous Mang By customers do not want to linger waiting because next to him Rudi Karsa continues to smoke, the thick face base !
“Rud, if you continue here while smoking, can-can be quiet,” reprimand Mang By.
“Ngusir ?” White man looked cynical.
This time Mang By was completely intolerant. The look in his eyes exuded a reasonable amount of disappointment and resentment. White father could catch it, for the sake of keeping the friendship he finally lifted the buttocks from the wooden chair he was sitting on earlier, home. He's moving home.
"Home home, once Leh,” he said without looking into Mang By's eyes.
“Mm.”
Throughout the store emperor he lyrics right and left looking at the goods that are hired by merchants. There were fifteen steps he walked, just as he turned towards the alley road not so crowded by people. One palm landed on his shoulder in a very short period of time.
A tribe fighter technique hit the white Father as soon as the palm of a man who followed him from behind hit his shoulder, he immediately lost consciousness.
A technique such as hypnosis but with a stronger effect that if the victim is exposed to the technique, he will not be able to be self-conscious despite being touched by others violently. He will only wake up two hours after the incident.
“Follow me,” said the man who turned out to be Raduma. He has been targeting Rudi Karsa from a distance, waiting for the right moment to launch a dangerous style or technique the result of his creativity.
Raduma is brave enough to do murder directly without having to do the impleng or just by making the succum.
Rudi Karsa or Mr. White followed him without showing any awkward expression, without closing his eyes he walked like a normal person. Until both roads side by side on a deserted road. The houses next to it were not houses that had cctv.
“I order you back to the highway full of vehicles. Collide yourself to death,” whispered Raduma without turning his head.
“Ya..” replied Mr. White.
So he turned his body and walked back to the highway to carry out one command, killing himself.
Step by step the white father walked, he was getting closer to the death that was ready to pick him up. The rain had been slightly reduced and left only a drizzle that invited sorrow.
BRUKK ! NODID...!
The sound of an automatic horn sounds as soon as Rudi Karsa's body is hit by a truck filled with sand, the cars stop to avoid a collision streak, and the car stops, the motorbike users pulled over and all eyes were on the body of Rudi Karsa who bounced to the shoulder of the road. The voice of the humble, hysterical screams of the food vendors who are generally a woman, reflexively shut their spies from seeing the terrible condition of Rudi Karsa.
The mission has been carried out.
White father died without having time to do his wish to go to the tomb between two mountains, Raduma attack had intercepted him from the actions of the idolatrous he would do.
Raduma was sitting on a bench right at a stall that appeared to be closing, the walls full of scribbles from naughty children who often wandered around midnight.
Raduma again fell silent when his third mission was successfully carried out. Staying away from the unlicensed rain again increases its intensity.
But now with lightning, is the sky angry with Raduma's actions ? Or is it that the sky rejoices with the death of one of the destructive humans on earth ?
“I won't stop,” muttered Raduma. “Until I pluck out all the roots until the soil is clear of the intruding plant.”
Mang By stopped from checking the watch. Suddenly he hunted someone who had been mobbed by many human beings. From that moment, his premonition was already bad about Rudi Karsa, when he saw his face as if he did not see the slightest light emanating from his face aka the face was extinguished and pale.
Traffic police who are regulating the flow of vehicles are forced to work extra to regulate vehicle traffic that is increasingly jammed.
“Pak sorry not to get too close,” prevent the police on Mang By who managed to sneak and stand up front about to approach the body of his best friend.
“That's my friend Pak polis..” said Mang By haru. "Karunya.anjeun Karsa. Death actually took your life first. Hopefully you can repent. If not, may Allah forgive you." Inner Mang By.
“Iya but the condition of his body is already sad, so that it will be immediately taken by ambulance officers only. No one touches.”
The condition of Rudi Karsa's body after being hit by a truck is not worth seeing, to be explained by a series of words it still feels unworthy.
“I think he killed himself.” One of the crowd commented. Welcomed an uncertain nod that still leaves a question in the recesses of the heart, didn't this fellow just look so relaxed ? No look full of burden and problems, why can suicide ? Maybe it's just a coincidence that was hit, that's the thought that crossed the minds of the traders who had passed by Mr. White.
While the rain was still heavy, the swift water washed the blood of the white Father splattered on the highway. Not long after the ambulance came and then swiftly the officer moved the body of the white father into the car and the residents dispersed themselves.
Raduma returned home without the slightest knowledge of his actions by hundreds of retinas around the crime scene at that time. Escaping from the camera's eyes, only God knows what he's doing.
*****
The rays on Lya Rustika's face still seemed to dim, the sadness in her heart could not be cured by dozens of words comforting themselves from close relatives, neighbors and even her two children themselves. Tobias' death was never wanted by him, if he could choose, he would rather die first. His age is old, full of sin after all his children have grown up, can take care of each himself, he thought.
But fate cannot be denied, God's decree cannot be interrupted. Bitter indeed, like black coffee without sugar.
“Udah dong Bu, do not daydream constantly..” pinta Toni bend both knees.
“Keep Mom should how ?” lirih Lya was still with a flat facial expression. “Do you have to smile or laugh out loud when this three-child old woman knows one of your favorite children is dead?”
Toni was down, she knew it was free to ask Mom not to be sad. But at least, he tried to keep watch so that his mother did not get carried away. Worried if the sadness that continues to be remembered and maintained the peak even wants to commit suicide, that's what Toni fears.
He did not even sleep all night to accompany his mother while watching because people who were in a state of chaos could not think clearly, it was not impossible to do things that exceeded the limit.
“Sst.” Robby gestured by waving behind the chair that Lya Rustika was occupying.
Seeing her sister gesturing, Toni immediately understood that Robby wanted to talk to her outside the house.
“Bu, Mother can daydream, mother can also grieve, it's normal as a human. Because indeed God will not torture his servants because of tears but their words,” Toni said one palm he put on his mother's knee. “But Toni please...Toni please, I'm eating, Toni and Robby are just asking for it. Don't you love Toni and Robby?”
Hearing that Lya finally saw Toni's face slowly but and said,
“Mother loves you more than the world and its whole.”
“Toni know it.”
The two stared at each other to connect hearts and strengthen the inner relationship between Mother and child between the two.
“So Mom ate, yes,” said Toni made sure.
Lya Rustika's gentle nod was enough for Toni to calm her heart. He began to stand up and stepped in the footsteps of his sister who walked first.
The two sat on a courtyard seat, Robby placed the smartphone on the table separating the two chairs.
“Kak, what is Kaka's plan after this,” asked Robby as he stared at the clouds in the slow-moving sky. East Bandung turned out to have seen the sun that afternoon, although soon it will sink in the western horizon, changing tasks with the moon.
“It looks like someone should stay here for me,” he replied with the index finger and middle finger attached to his chin. “Kalo no Big Brother, yes you Rob, Big Brother anyway can invite Shinta to stay here. Who lives here ?”
Toni saw his sister's face fixed, waiting for Robby's answer, whether he would stay here with his wife or finally he who had to live in his own mother's house, in east Bandung.
“Hmm..kalo so that Robby aja Kak who lives here, besides Brother can not stay at work in Jakarta, must be bothered later. If Robby can ask to be mutated to Bandung from the company.” Robby exhaled. “Carla's problem, let it be discussed later.”
Despite knowing his wife named Carla does not like to live one roof with in-laws, Robby still decided to stay at his mother's house and try to force his wife to stay together.
“Ya already means fix yes, tomorrow you set-up so that Monday has already stayed here.”
“Iya Kak.”
Some sparrows appeared to descend in the courtyard of Lya Rustika's house, pick up something and fly back. Soon coming back and picking up something, his manner made the two young men smile.
Rarely sparrows are still scattered outside the cage, they should have returned to their respective cages.
Five minutes Robby and Toni went silent without speaking. Until finally one hand back to take the smartphone on the table. He touched the flat object again with his fingertips, just to look at social media.
His thumb went up and down looking at his friend's post and some of the latest news.
There has been an accident in the south Bandung area, a truck at high speed hit an old man. The death toll is terrible on the spot, this accident had made the flow of vehicles jammed badly, especially this rainy season. Some areas in southern Bandung are often flooded. According to local residents, the man named Rudi Karsa deliberately crashed himself into a passing truck. But when confirmed to the victim's family, the victim is known not to be experiencing excessive stress or strange problems.
The caption written on one of the white father's body photos uploaded by the account of one of the government's radios.
“Astagfirullah..” Robby closed his eyes for a moment, unable to see the condition of the man's body in the photo that was already unsightly.
“Why Robb ?” Toni.
“This is Brother, someone got hit by a truck. But he said the hell kind of accidentally crashed himself.”
"Oh...suicide is that?” ask Toni. “Kasian... where is it ?”
“Wallahu a' lam, in south Bandung.”
“Maybe depressed so as to make him end his life by suicide.”
Speculation of Toni while correcting the sitting position. “Eatya Brother is worried, there must be someone to supervise Mother. Invite talk Mom, do not get a lot of daydreaming, later if depression how to try ? Afraid of it, nauzubillah."
“Iya Brother, right.” Agree Robby. “Kalo so Robby want to get ready to go to Bekasi later tonight.”
“Mm.”
While this morning, this morning,
Siska screamed as she opened the door to her father's room as he repeatedly called out for no reply. Though usually the dawn of the day his father was already bathing, preparing to leave for work.
“Yes God...Papah...” screams Siska two palms reflexively covered her mouth. Feet suddenly limp, heart palpitations and stagger, then sit on the floor because so limp. The next two seconds passed out.
“What's Sis ?” tanya Vania approached her sister in a hurry. He saw from a distance of 5 meters his brother was lying in front of the door of his father's room that was already open. Vania had not learned that her father had died covered in blood.
“Astaghfirullah's...Siska.” Vania shook Siska's body and as her face turned into the room. “Papah..”.
His mouth instantly shook, his tears suddenly came out. He was confused how, one sister lying unconscious while his father was dead with both hands drenched in blood.
“Please... please..!” screamed Vania as loudly as possible. The space of his house that was not placed much furniture made the screams of Vania become louder because it echoed.
Not up to two minutes, one of his neighbors came over when he was just about to go to work.
“Yeah, Vania why is this ?” asked Kartika after running from the entrance, a widow who works as a civil servant. “Inna lillahi wa Inna ilaihi raji’un.” Kartika was shocked when two of his retinas saw the middle-aged man, who was 11 years old and had become his neighbor, killed with unknown cause.
Vania immediately grabbed the smartphone in her pants pocket, looking for Pak RT's contact number. Because the situation was so shocking plus Vania who was crying hysterically. Kartika's body and hands were quite trembling, it was visible when he held a smartphone.
“Hallo Pak RT ? Please get over here. Mr. Raga died covered in blood in his room,” he said with trembling lips.
“Inna lillahi wa Inna ilaihi raji’un, yes Bu Kartika I went there,” replied Mr. RT no less surprised, just this time in his neighborhood found a corpse drenched in blood.
The sound of Japanese production motorcycles began to be heard entering the courtyard of the Raga house. Mr. RT revoked the motorcycle key, followed by other neighbors including Hansip housing.
Raga House began to bustle with the presence of people who were curious about what was happening inside.
“Bu Kartika how is the story ?”
The question was definitely first raised by Mr. RT local.
“Don't know sir, I'm shocked too. Suddenly Vania shouted loudly, at first I was horrified Siska who shouted, continued to be followed by Vania. When I came here. Siska has fainted like he was while Mr. Raga has been killed, as Mr. RT saw,” said Kartika.
“What's the cause ?”
Kartika shook her head in ignorance while Vania was still in shock. Siska's body was carried to the sofa which was in the middle room by the neighbors.
“Yes already, now we report the police first aja.” Sigap Pak RT's. “Bu Kartika please bring Vania home first. If here will definitely be in shock continue.”
“Iya Pak.”
Kartika immediately embraced Vania who was leaning against the wall. Inviting Vania to go to his house, although initially it was because of concocting, thrashing and his mind was not stable. But eventually they were persuaded too.
“Patiently..patiently.” Kartika hug on the way to his house right next to Raga's house. Vania did not retaliate and may not have even heard Kartika's advice because her concentration was only on what happened to her father.
Not long, maybe 15 minutes later came the police investigators and ambulance to bring Raga's body.
Police lines were laid out at the site, all corners of the room were checked, a sentence Raduma had written in the photo. Journalists and reporters of one of the television stations participated in the case of the discovery of the body of Raga covered in blood, news of his death quickly spread to the public because before the police came the people had crowded and uploaded the TKP, the news of his death quickly spread to the public because before the police came, including the words stamped on the wall with Raga's blood. Which of course attracts the attention of many people, as well as being a conversation on social media.
“Hallo Megan, hello you can hear my voice ?” chany said the news presenter was still seriously staring at the camera, live broadcasting news reports.
“Ya Chany,” Megan replied one hand holding the microphone with the logo belonging to the television station.
“How did the police respond to the discovery of the body of a man in the room ?” ask Chany. “What exactly was the cause of his death ?”
“Ya Chany, so far we have not received an official explanation from the police. Because the police themselves have just investigated this case, but based on the narration of the citizens we had asked for information, that this is likely a murder case. The speculation was amplified by injuries to both victims' hands including the neck, Chany.” said
“Well, just briefly the last, can already get an explanation of the meaning of the writing listed on the wall of the victim's room, Megan ?”
“So far Chany, again we have not been able to get more information about the purpose or meaning of the message written on the wall of the victim's room because the police were still reluctant to comment, tend to close it up so soon. But because the news about the message written is most likely by this perpetrator has gone viral on social media. The police were careful not to rush into a statement. So did Chany, from Megan Kusumaningrum, north Bandung report.”
"Yes, thanks Megan," replied the presenter. "Visitors, TVnine breaking news, look forward to the next news and see you."
Breaking news is over and changing advertisements of fast food products.
Raduma, who was at home in the morning, watched the live report of the television reporter. Not much to comment just listening to it while eating chicken porridge that he bought in the junction of the complex road.
“Let the world know that the shaman must indeed be destroyed,” he said then he continued to eat.
Raduma, this may be the only mistake he made in carrying out his revenge mission. It never occurred to him that the decision to make the message open would invite wolves who thirst for battle.
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