My second husband Prince Jin
Chapters. 180 Arryan Travel Notes (Part 5)

I saw some people walking towards us. " Let go, we..! " tano shouted with a red face." Why are you tying us up here? " Ask later.

" It's a pity, we can't do it" said someone from behind his mask. I raise my eyebrows up. Like I recognize that voice

That voice is.

" Melda..... Melda's? " my mouth was half in disbelief. And with my three other friends. They became quite aghast as I mentioned Melda's name. They did not expect that one of the masked men was their friend. They were even more surprised when one of the masked men finally opened his mask.

" Yes, it's me." Melda grinned with a satisfied smile. Lost already looks innocent, soft and supposition girls meek and easy to panic as it has been seen. It now changed with a cruel eye look and was filled with a killing aura in its eyes.

" What...? But....why....? ask me with endless astonishment. It turns out that Melda, a friend whom we have known as a person with a high social spirit and gentle and very easy to panic, is a cruel cold-blooded killer.

" I was one of them. I am the daughter of Mr. Saharuddin. The village chief and also the chief of the tribe in this place" he said as he walked up to me.

" But instead of the data, you are from Malang, your hometown is also from there. And besides your father's name is not Mr. Saharuddin, but Mr. Julianshah." I told him.

" Hahaha, Arryan... Is that naive or stupid? Gini day, data problem, what's hard? I just enter the data into the system, and the system itself will enter the data. Like the system in the list about the destination of KKN. You are of course surprised, why this place is included in the list of KKN destinations when the location of this place is not listed on the map. Smart right? " Melda laughs slylyly. I became furious. Turns out he's behind all the data we've received. He had manipulated all the data about the village of Wentira.

" Hmm.... Are you really cunning and cruel, surely you have killed the girl I saw at that time? "

" When you tell me that you saw the girl, I know that the girl is one of the spirits that became the victim for our village."

"Why do you do all this. Your actions are so barbaric! " Said Afdal.

" Huh, we're not savages. It is you who have damaged the environment in which we live. The forest - the forest has been damaged by your greed - the people of the city." he replied coldly.

" It is fortunate that our ancestors kept us all from your cruelty. All We need is a mashup for our ancestors, as a form of appreciation for all their services. They are the ones who will protect the existence of this place and protect the sustainability of our village. Our great ancestors will always take care of us all." The word Melda was followed by a nod of the head of the people standing behind her.

" Your ancestors are bloodthirsty iblish. "my hisses are full of anger.

" You are the Devil. Do you think I don't know who you are?" melda said with a sharp look at me. I'm stunned. What did Melda mean. Did he know about my true identity..?

Melda then moved closer to my side and said. " Do I need to prove to them who you are, you bastard genie..!" whisper with emphasis at the end of the sentence. My blood boiled when I heard what he said. Dare to say I am the bastard son of a genie. Wah.wah.he has dared to step on - step on my family's self-esteem. I screeched holding back angrily as I kept trying to untie the rope in my hand on the pole.

With a hint of his eyes, the masked men walked towards me as well as Tyas. A few more people walked towards Afdal and Tano. Releasing the rope that bound us all then led us to a field located in the village square.

There, the entire village of Wentira and their village chiefs had gathered.

They all wear clothes like white robes with headgear. Except for the village chief who wears yellow clothes.

The low noise of the residents became silent when they saw us being brought into the place. Me and my friends were dribbled into the middle of the field like they were going to have a trial. Then they are then tied one by one in a large stone milestone in the form of a totem. After tying our bodies one of them took out an object from behind the shirt, and stuck it in the four corners of where I was tied.

Back the villagers whispered while staring at us. Shortly thereafter, Mr. Sahar began to speak.

" Brothers, today we again offer to our great ancestors the sacrifices for our ancestral lands. May the outpouring of grace and immortality always be poured out for all of us. Puja for Wentira village ancestors.... Puja the great god." said the village chief as he raised both hands up.

Through a hand gesture, he ordered to immediately begin the sacrificial ceremony for their ancestors.

Melda grinned at me while taking something out from under her shirt. Tano who was next to me widened his eyes to see what was now in Melda's hand. A dagger with warok feathers drawn in his hand.

" Melda. You are possessed by the devil. Istighfar.. Mel "said Tano with a face of anxiety and fear.

" HUSH....NOISY...! Just wait for your turn. " Melda snapped at Tano who had now closed her eyes because she could not bear to see the dagger pointed at me.

The boisterous cheers of the citizens who had begun to look forward to the execution for us. The smell was sweet and even fragrant - other fragrances mixed into one with the smoke smell of the furnace they lit in front of the sacrificial pole.

" Kill them.... I want the farmland to flourish and my crops to be as abundant as last year....! " shouted one of the citizens.

" Kill...! kill.......! " citizen cheers are getting more and more.

The faces of my three friends are getting pale. Their guts are getting smacker. Especially when he saw some of the masked people had started to pull out their weapons, ready to carry out executions.

" Melda.Yes Allah, Melda.conscious, Mel. They've used you to get a collision" said Tyas and Afdal, who alternately shouted to remind Melda to make Melda aware of her mistake.

" Hahaha, you shut up....I'm sick of you all. Now let's see what the damned genie can do to save his daughter. Today will be a historic day because we have succeeded in subverting a child descendant of Jin ruler of Mount Angel, hahaha" he said with a sly smile.

" One time you dare touch my daughter, then I swear I will not forgive you and all the villagers." My father looks very angry. Her eyes flashed fiery, staring giddily at Melda and the masked men.

" Hahaha, I expected all this to happen, a genie like you will definitely come to save your daughter. However, there is no need to worry because I have prepared everything to welcome our great guest..." Mr. Sahar laughed out loud, then then gestured to Melda always his daughter.

Dutifully, Melda again reached into something behind her clothes and pulled out some yellow bamboo from behind her clothes. His mouth read the incantation and then threw the yellow bamboo that had been given the mantra right in front of Prince Hasyeem. Prince Hasyeem took a few steps back. The yellow bamboo curbs and confines the husband of Asmi so that he can not move anywhere.

" Campus you dickhead. Feel now you can't wiggle." His mouth was about to read the incantation until shortly afterwards the lick of yellow bamboo circling Prince Hasyeem caught fire instantly. A red and towering fire covered the body of my father, the Prince Ruler of the Angel Hill.

" Dadahhh." I screamed with all my might as I watched the fire cover my father's entire body. The fire was getting bigger like eating a dry log. I cried as hard as he was screaming wriggling - ronta calling - calling my father. My body was weak, and my soul seemed to disappear when I saw the fire and then blazed to burn my father's body without mercy.

" Civilized.. you are savages..... " I shouted furiously.

The villagers cheered in amazement - the flames that had soared and burned down my father's body.

Simultaneously, the hand of the village chief was raised upwards and exclaimed.

" O our ancestors, accept the sacrifice of our gods. Today we are offering holy blood for the immortality and glory of our village. Accept our.... "

Suddenly, the sky changed color to black... Lightning strikes - light in the sky. Then the flash of lightning was now blasting - striking the place where we were all bound.

I saw Tyas and Afdal's body shaking violently. I don't know if it was because of fear or because of the lightning strike. But clearly, the atmosphere in place becomes gripping.

The hands of the executioners and also the hands of Melda had been swung up ready to hit us all. I closed my eyes and gathered all my strength, then suddenly.....

Heartbreaking screams sounded in my ears....

But wait, it's not the screams of my friends, but the screams of others.

Melda's body stood tall before you with a dagger still drawn in her hand, but without a head. So is the case with the three masked men who are ready to execute my three friends.

Mr. Sahar cried out hysterically when he saw his beloved daughter was now headless. Also the villagers of Wentira. They were all stunned to witness such an unexpected event. It was unbelievable, that the sacrifice for their ancestors this time was the daughter of their own village chief and also the three executioners.

" Melda... my sonuuu! " shouted Mr. Sahar with a trembling body. Suddenly he ran towards Melda's body that was still standing upright. But just as he was about to make a move, a flash of light flashed before him. A second later, Mr. Sahar's two hands had broken off and fell to the ground.

Someone has cut it. Mr. Sahar's face was deathly pale as he looked at who had slashed his hands.

" You...! " his hiss with his mouth open. My father was already standing in front of him as well as my two brothers and also....Andros. That handsome young genie I just knew came with my family.

" I've said before, if we dare to touch my daughter, then I will finish you off and all the villagers."

Finished saying so, back the twisting and fast moving light around the villagers was accompanied by heart-wrenching screams of pain.

After that, the silence was left only the bodies - the corpses of the villagers who were struggling on the field which was now red with their blood.

All the villagers present at the human sacrifice ceremony were all killed. Their bodies were cut - cut. It is ironic that the ceremonies they originally performed to offer human sacrifices to their ancestors ended with them becoming sacrifices to their own ancestral lands.

As the saying goes, whoever sows the wind will reap the storm. Whoever dares to plant evil will perish by their own evil.

All three of my friends were unconscious because they were too shocked by the terrible events that happened and happened to them. They were still unconscious when they were later moved from that place by my father to where we were.

Now, the three returned to their activities as before without remembering a single thing about the events that befell them in the village of Wentira. Well...my father has erased all their memories of the village of Wentira. So, they will not remember anything about the event.

While the village of Wentira, has now become a ghost village, because all the inhabitants have become spirits who keep the village as their ancestors promise, they live in eternity with the village's centuries. The wilderness became a thick blanket that enveloped the village from the touch of human civilization.

To this day, no one has ever heard of or set foot. Wentira village is like lost in the earth.....

Date 10, July 2022

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