Pickup Transportation
Section 363: Kemala 12
“You like to play congklak?” Asked a woman in strange clothes, she asked an 8-year-old boy. Playing congklak alone.
“Yes, I like to play congklak, but mommy and dad don't like.”
“Why don't you like it?”
“No idea, mom and dad like to fight, I don't like mom and dad always fight, I like to play congklak.”
“Then, would I like company, play congklak?”
“Includes?”
“Of course.”
“Then accompany me, let's play.” The boy really likes to get good playmates, even though his clothes are strange and his face is different, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he likes to play coo, that's what the girl has in mind.
“Nak, come on in, it's magrib.” The mother of the child called, while her son, was still busy playing in the yard.
“Let's Mom, I play first.” The daughter rejected her mother, she noticed the woman accompanying her playing, as she was on her turn at the moment.
“No, no magrib, can't play outside.” His mother approached his son and was about to pull him in.
“Tomorrow play again yes.” The boy said, his mother was confused.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Sama ..” The child looked confused, because the woman suddenly disappeared, while before she looked at her mother, the woman, who accompanied her to play was still there.
“Who?”
“Temen.”
“Iya, who? I don't see anyone.”
“There's no ma'am, but maybe he's home. I told you to come in earlier, so he went home.”
“Who?” His mother started to ride.
“Name ... Rajima.”
His mother was silent, a name that was quite familiar, but I don't know where.
“Udah enter yuk, later hunt magrib, enter now.” His mother forced the boy inside.
“Since then, Rajima stuck to me, never let go of me at all.” Her mother Kemala was telling a story back then, when she first saw Rajima. At the time, he was 8 years old.
The herd brought his mother Kemala to the supernatural headquarters, because they did not want to be seen by anyone after picking up his mother Kemala in the place he had determined before, of course this conversation without Kemala.
“When did your husbands die?”
“More bad, my marriage is always void, counted, already five times I failed to marry, at that time, the 20s were not married, a disgrace, spelled virgin, plus, five men have died trying to marry me. One or two people can be said to be coincidental, but .. if up to five times, then no wonder, if I was nicknamed the bride-to-be lifeless.
“Then, how was born Kemala?” Aditia asked.
“I go to the smart guy, he's the most famous shaman in our town, every shaman I go to, they always tremble, scared and don't want to help me, until one day, he's a shaman, I met an old woman, she came up to me, it was my very hard time, I was about to kill myself on a bridge because it was not strong, not strong with that strange destiny.
The old granny was dressed shabby like a beggar, using a stick from a self-cut tree trunk like it was, she prevented me from committing suicide, she said like this.
Under the bridge, where I was about to commit suicide, there was a moon orchid-shaped skewer buried under the bridge, in the flowing river water, which was, skewers make the water above it becomes very toxic for couples who want to get married, the myth, the bridge makes anyone who passes through it, it makes, it will be difficult to tie each other's soul mate if it is passed by a couple or husband and wife. The unmarried will break up, the married will get divorced.
I listened to the story carefully, the grandmother retreated, she said ....
If I want to get married and have a family, then I have to bathe under that river, naked, after that I have to have sex with a man so that my body is not holy anymore.
Of course I refused, because I felt this old grandma was a lunatic, but she even knew, if I had failed to get married five times, she said, I mean, there's Rajima in my body without you knowing that he let her into my body as a child, I don't know, that my willingness to play congklak with him, that I'm willing to play with him, made acceptance of the agreement so that he could cling directly to my body and make the king's curse imposed on him, befall me as well.
So I finally believe, one night, I asked my friend to perform the ritual, bathing in the buried sungati of the konde skewer, with a threadless condition, my friend lallu ... she ... I wish to desecrate me, we do it in the bushes, only to have my chastity taken away and make Rajima disgusted with my body.
After the ritual I successfully performed, we parted, I did not expect, that the intimate relationship we did, instead produced seeds in my womb.” His mother Kemala cried, it was hard for him to remember the incident, at that time, it was like wanting to die, mother and father were gone because of the shame, while he had no one to lean on, and he had no one to lean on, plus a child in the womb. It was heartbreaking for his mother Kemala,
“Then? When I was born, I left him in an orphanage, my intention, only until my mental state was restored and also about finances, because after Rajima came out of my body, somehow, my family's wealth was exhausted, not left, I was poor and uneducated enough to apply for a decent job, have a baby, it was impossible for me to do, for sure the baby would suffer.
But I am a bad mother. After giving birth, I worked as a restaurant waiter, I worked diligently, because I wanted only one, taking Kemala back into my lap, but, he was so handsome and rich, I didn't expect the young man to ask me after accidentally meeting us at the restaurant where I was working, he happened to have lunch at the restaurant and saw me, he said he fell in love at first sight.
We dated for only three months, met with her parents who were very authoritative, scared me, afraid that if I was honest, that I had Kemala, they must have kicked me away from her son, he said, because they are a famous family, a very respectable person, who may want to mate with a woman who is not good, a cheap woman who believes the ritual to get pregnant and abandon her child.
I kept quiet about Kemala, leaving him in that orphanage, but .. I didn't break up giving money for that orphanage through someone else, I didn't want to leave a trace, I didn't want to leave a trace, no one should know of my past, my marriage to the man went smoothly, just as the grandmother had said, that I would be able to marry and have a full and rich family, only if I perform the ritual will I become a respectable woman, having a rich handsome husband and a good son.
About Kemala, I never knew his life, because I didn't let anything ruin my happiness, but I was still responsible for giving money to the orphanage, I don't know, if Rajima is after Kemala after it has escaped my body.”
“Jin it managed to get the human child trapped in the sin of adultery.” Ganding was upset to hear that. Remembering the story of Hartino who painstakingly married Alisha just so as not to commit adultery, because we solved the problem of staying with the definite corridor, which is the command of God.
While his mother Kemala was alone, met with who the grandmother was and carried out the wrong ritual, if the ritual is true, but there is always another way, but there is always another way, as Hartino finds a new marriage path that makes Alisha unholy, he avoids adultery.
“Then did his grandmother Kemala not belong to Rajima? Didn't Rajima say that all of Kemala's ancestors were his allies?” Aditia asked again.
“Entah, didn't I say that my mother died of pain from the shame of having a child like me, the bringer of death, and my father followed her later, I don't know about my mother, I don't know about my mother, he only ever felt like he heard Rajima's name, but I don't know where and when.”
“Dit, the possibility of the water that the river does have the efficacy of weakening Rajima, so the grandmother knew and made her mother Kemala bathe in the river water, so that Rajima is weak, so that Rajima will not be able to, between the times Rajima can come back strong again, his mother Kemala has time to make his body unholy again, the grandmother knows the thing that weakens Rajima and gives way out, he said, it was not a good and dirty road. Misleading anyway! But he knew Rajima was weak if he was exposed to the river water, another possibility, that the bridge also weakened Rajima, until unconscious when the grandmother gave advice to his mother Kemala for ritual bath and sex it.”
“Nding, I agree, we know that the moon orchid's skewer was the cause of the king's death, he said, then it could be a curse attached to the skewer konde and make the river water to attack Rajima because of the influence of the curse, the radius of his attack on Rajima likely makes the bridge also affected, he said, then comes the myth, about the couple who finally separated.”
“Are we going to use the same way as well? using that dirty way?” Alisha asked, Alka hit Alisha on the head, upset that there was such a thought.
“No, we already got the clue right, that the river weakens Rajima,” Alka asked.
Everybody nods.
Then the ritual we can do, for sure, not the dirty ritual.