Opung Tolu's
Mati

“It has been a few hours Dodon and his executioners circled through the village barrier. One of their cars broke down so they pulled three other vehicles off the roadside.

“Master, we have passed this place more than three times” said one of the executioners.

“Whatever the way, we have to get to the shaman's house! Quickly find me a magic shaman to help us” Dodon's orders.

“Ya sir.”

No shaman dared to hear the target was a Tolu figure. Dodon's eyes were crimson, his neck veins hardened and his hands clenched tightly.

“Tell one of the shamans that I only asked for help delivering to Tolu's house!” snapped Dodon.

Anger is like a burst of fire lava, a strong desire to avenge behind the utter disavowal in desire. Dodon forced the old shaman to help attack Tolu for having laid the life of his son.

“But sir, I am afraid because my strength is not comparable to that of the Tolu shaman. I can only take you in front of his house,” said the shaman.

“What? You wanna die beating up my executioners? Quickly fulfill my wish!” said Dodon roughly lifting his collar.

The old shaman felt he was in a difficult position, if he accepted Dodon's will then he would die at Tolu's hands and if resisting was adversely affected by the attacks by the executioners.

“I'll definitely die if I beat up all the executioners” muttered the shaman.

He takes a single rescue step, attacking Tolu by utilizing the source of Dodon's body. The shaman reasoned to ask Dodon as a mediation ritual as the role of one blood stream of the biological father. At midnight Dodon was tied up in one of the trees near Tolu's house, with the man's confidence waiting for the shaman's cues and orders.

“I don't care about anything else as long as I can attack and avenge the death of my son” said Dodon then closed his eyes.

Ten seconds in, the wind whipped Dodon's body. He opened his jaws uttering an inaudible voice cry. The vocal cords locked in silence, an infinite pain assaulting his body.

“Pak, it looks like we have to untie in the body of the big lord” said one of the executioners.

“Cannot be pulled again, he has decided to attack the shaman sakti,” said the shaman.

Tolu's black magic flew, splinters of animals in the form of flattening into the nasal cavity, mouth and ears of Dodon. From inside the skin and blood in suction spit out black blood, wriggling in and out through the pores. The executioners did not dare to help him, they all fled fearfully leaving the two of them behind. Dodon died, his eyeballs disappeared with his body intact.

“Pak, this is because you are too imposing a blind desire” said the shaman in front of his rotting corpse and walked away.

By morning, one of the villagers who passed the road near Tolu's house was startled with a corpse tied to a tree. The young mother screamed in fear, and she ran to tell the village chief's house.

“Corpse! There was a body tied to a tree near Tolu” bu's house the young woman said.

The village was impressed suddenly famous in the morning, the reporters came and went to find out the news about Dodon's death. Likewise, villagers flocked to see the condition of the body that was reported to be exposed to black magic.

“Now I'm getting scared of Tolu. Is he the culprit?” whispered one of the residents.