Niken Areline
Killing Desire
Uncle Jek's Bread Shop just opened fifteen minutes ago. A few customers arrived this morning. The fragrant aroma of warm bread with a variety of contents and topping, appetizing. Although Uncle Jek Bread Shop is the best bakery in Tegal city, but the place is not spacious and far from luxurious. The bakery owned by the father of Julia Nada is small, simple and quality. I only have four employees.
Vivi became a waitress in this store, this morning she seemed busy arranging bread on a white-lighted shelf. She was wearing a brown shop uniform with a white slmek in front of her, already neatly tied around Vivi's slender waist.
Meanwhile, television on the wall broadcast a criminal story about a violent area that killed a teenage boy and, the perpetrator was on the search list (DPO). Lila, a woman who works as a cashier, cheers her while drinking tea. The Gerfield cat's picture cup was smoky warm.
Kling, kling, kling, bells ring at the entrance. A man who might be his age (23 years old), was standing looking at him with an excited look. Her hair is neatly combed back, shiny black. His eyebrows were a little thick with a pointed nose and his eyes twinkled. Axe Gold's perfume smelled as he walked past Vivi towards the cashier. Arriving in front of Lila, the man said.
“I want to see Uncle Jek, I want to apply for a job here.”
Vivi watched him while neatly arranging the breads.
“Wait, whose name are you?” lila asked, at first glance he was wrong with looking at the man's good looks.
“Dani.”
Then Lila took out a pen and opened a small notebook.
“Whose full name? Uncle Jek can only come at ten in the afternoon. Stay with phone number only yes,”
“Dani Ardiansyah.”
*
Trang, trang, trang! The sound of iron clashing was heard from outside a gubug house in the middle of the rice field. A gubug house located behind the Tronatu palace. The noise of his voice broke the broad daylight. Inside here, there are a lot of weapons on display that fill the wall, such as spears, keris, mace blades and others. There were also blacksmith equipment such as hammers, anvils, coal and iron that had been melted in a container, melting like magma. This was the room that Aulia used to forge Lonat's keris.
A bare-chested man, was busy swinging his hammer at the hot iron. She is Kardi. Sweat from the head to cover the eyes, not spared all over his body. With a clamp and hammer, he formed a fire-flaming iron into a chain. One by one the chains he made meticulously. In each link, Kardi made two small holes the size of marbles. Cardi continued to forge it until a three-meter long chain formed with the size of one adult fist per chain.
Then Kardi opened a crate in the key, a chest containing Metta stone. A green light shone on his sweaty face. The cardi took a chunk of rock the size of a human head from the crate. He put it on the iron table, and then with his skills, Kardi cut the Metta stone into small pieces. Cardi uses chisel and hammer, does not use magic. Magic of any strength will weaken instantly within the reach of Metta stone.
After Metta's stones turned into small grains no larger than marbles, Kardi put one by one the green stones into a hole in each chain she made. After all the little details of Metta's stone were plugged in, Kardi sat down to unwind. He looked at his work while smiling. Sipping a glass of wine and then rubbing the sweat on the forehead that continues to flow into the eyes.
And his final step was, something that only the descendants of Aulia could do. A power within the body that could fuse magic with Metta stone. Kardi stood again in front of his masterpiece. He held tightly to the middle of the already cold chain. Then suddenly he groaned open his mouth. His eyes changed, the eyeballs disappeared. Leaving the white of her eyes from the expression of her grimacing face while holding back a force. The power that came out from within his body, had flowed in those iron chains.
A white aura flowed from the eyes to the arms, then enveloped the entire part of the chain. About two minutes later, the process stopped. The cardi releases the chain and suddenly falls onto the tile. Blood flowed from his sharp nostrils, his eyeballs reappearing. But a satisfied expression implied from him. Now, in front of him, a chain of magic antidotes was created.
*
After the shower, Kardi dressed neatly in the black robe she used to wear. Still in his hut, he sat on the bench holding some photos that read something on the back. A piece of information Kusno had given him. However, precisely because of the photo, Kardi does not intend to make weapons such as keris, axe, or knife that can kill someone. Moreover, Kardi was only assigned to forge a weapon from Metta stone and then bring Niken Areline to Kana.
It was a photo of Alan, Vivi and Nada, complete with a caption on where they used to meet, work and live. Then, Kardi noticed a photo of Vivi working at a bakery. Vivi was wearing work clothes and wiping the glass doors of the shop. After that, Kardi put all the photos into a pocket on the inside of her robe. He stood up and said something like a spell.
“Evestio gare.”
At once Kardi turned into a man in a neat black and white shirt. Her hair is black, shiny back. His eyebrows are slightly thick with a pointed nose and both sharp eyes. Kardi has transformed himself into another man. He opened a portal between two worlds. Cardi is aware of the risk, when entering there, the rest of her age will be reduced by half. So did Kardi when she came back from there. But he has great faith and determination. Perhaps as high as the determination of a climber who steps to get to the top.
Kardi has transformed herself into Dani Ardiansyah, her plan is to apply for a job at Uncle Jek's bakery.
*
“I miss you, I miss youuu,” Niken sang the song she heard at the party, but her tone was shrill and fake. The woman is currently walking back to Alan. Niken wore a red XL-sized shirt and dark jeans with white sneakers. This afternoon Niken became an impromptu singer, even occasionally he jumped or spun.
While Alan, he was still wearing a work shirt and was guiding his bike. The back tire leaked on the way home this afternoon. They are trapped in a rice field area with a rocky road even perforated. The trees are thick, on the right and the large rice fields on the left.
“Ugh,” muttered Alan, his voice tired. After work and still have to drive a bike
the bike, looking for the nearest tire patch. Very nice, thought Alan. “By the way, how now every time you come out I don't feel pain anymore my chest?” Niken.
“Uuumm, I don't know,” replied Niken while thinking about some possibilities that caused it to happen. Maybe because both of them are getting used to it in one body, or maybe the effects of glass ball magic. Then the pain bit Alan's arm.
“Niken, help me. You walk first ahead, find the most decet tyre patcher, I don't know this area.”
“Yaudah, you wait here first. I'm looking for a tire patcher.” said Niken, then he ran forward. Like the boy her mother told her to snack at the stall.
Does he know what that tire patch is? Alan sat down, imagining a princess looking for a tire patchworker.
“Gosh,” cried Alan while pulling the motor over to the bamboo tree, Then he sat on the ground unwind. Start enjoying the breeze of the afternoon that touches the body. Sweat in the wind, feels cold. In the distance, Niken has disappeared in the distance, maybe turn around the corner.
Srak, srak, srak, something was heard from behind Alan, precisely in the bamboo trees. A cat? The beaver? Think Alan. It distracts Alan. As soon as Alan looked, he found the figure of a thin but tall man standing behind him. The man was wearing a blue parasitic jacket, brown pants and black leather shoes. Her hair was thin and both of her eye bags were dark. Maybe not slept all night.
The man silently looked at Alan, Alan was shocked when he realized the man was holding a machete in his left hand.
*
Romi Malik is a tall, smack-headed man. He didn't come home last night when he realized the police were raiding his house. Romi is an ex-convict who has been released from his sentence. However, three days ago he had just killed a motorcyclist on a deserted street. And, it looks like the police have sniffed his behavior. Although the news has spread, but Romi Malik has not been arrested.
In his escape, Romi no longer knows where to go. He sleeps and hides behind thick bushes and trees. He lay down while thinking about his bad luck. Romi left the house without a dollar. Only a machete was brought to retrieve firewood when his house was visited by five armed police officers. He could only look at the dense foliage above, while thinking about what to do again. Cryuk, the sound of a worm in his hungry stomach.
A rusty gulp stuck beside him. In his daydream, Romi heard the conversations of people around him. Women and Men. Her thought. Then Romi stood up and pulled his machete that stuck on the ground. He passed through the bushes, piercing through the trees to head to the source of the sound. Then, while hiding, Romi peeked at him. A man was guiding a motorcycle and a woman was walking in front of him. Romi realized the man's motorcycle wheel was leaking. And the man looked exhausted leading him.
Not long after, the long-haired woman ran away. And, the man pulled his motorcycle over the trees, getting closer to Romi. Soon Romi came out through the bush and then stood right behind the man who was sitting unwind. Romi hopes he carries money in his wallet, or can take away his motorcycle. Everything he thought of to survive. In the end, violence became opium for Romi.
Then the man looked up, he was surprised to realize the existence of Romi who was standing upright looking at him.