Rasuk
Red Palace

"Welcome to Gantarawang village, my son!"

The old woman raised her hand forward to welcome Alea. In the confusion, the girl wanted to ask a lot of things.

"Gantarawang? Where is that? Is it far from Jakarta?" ask Alea.

His eyebrows are perfectly linked almost uniting both ends. He did not want to go too far, his legs were still there, shaking while watching the strangely dressed humans.

The woman before him stepped slowly, standing beside Alea while embracing the girl's arm. He pointed forward, on the path separating the two fortresses of the building.

"This is our village, a peaceful and comfortable village. Here, you will not know what pain is because it is not considered. We all accept you here. As a family, friend, brother, Brother or Sister. Come, son, we have been waiting for you for a long time" the woman said after showing human intimacy in the village.

Alea noticed what the woman showed her. The human group there, consisting of parents, middle-aged, teenagers, also children.

"You don't have to worry, I'm sure the people in this village will treat you well. You see there, the man is not ashamed to carry a child when he is not his son," he said, pointing to a middle-aged man holding a small child.

Alea was stunned, her heart wanted, but the mind refused. There was a truce between the two.

"Where are you with me, Mom? They must have found me," asked Alea again remembering the four roommates in the dormitory.

A friend who has been filling his days with smiles. Giving attention is also a real affection, making him feel comfortable living life.

"They're fine, really. They must be aware, you need a family that can make you comfortable. One day I'll take you to see them, "he replied patiently.

Alea turned to her, their gaze meeting for some time. Like being hypnotized, Alea nodded resignedly. The lip line of the old woman is perfectly pulled upwards. Satisfied with the choice Alea dropped.

They stepped forward, followed by two men from behind. Entering the village, the smiles of the residents greeted him. A boy ran towards her carrying a crown of flowers in hand. Alea lowered her head to receive the flower.

The little boy hooked his finger in Alea's hand, walking side by side down the village path. There are a lot of jellies installed in some places. As a guide to their purpose.

"Why is there so much fire in this village, Mom?" Alea asked again.

His eyes flashed in all directions, scanning the foreign village he had just entered. The residents smiled kindly, in contrast to the humans who lived around the housing complex. They are always indifferent and indifferent to their neighbors.

Not caring about each other, always busy with their respective affairs. No gotong royong, no love. There is only fierce competition, showing off what they have.

"Because soon the holiday season, in our village there will be many parties almost every day. You can also learn nari as well as experts. Same Lastri, she's a lively and beautiful jaipong dancer. So the target of single men or widows in this village, later I will introduce him," replied the woman.

A pastri?

His heart murmured, as if remembering that name, but again he paid no heed.

The woman led Alea to a large palace at the end of the village. The magnificent red palace, there were many similarly dressed servants inside there who went back and forth nonstop.

"Welcome to the red palace! One of the gathering places of the residents, the house of the village leader. He has been waiting for you, son," said the woman again, bringing Alea into the palace's courtyard.

Two guards opened the two-leafed door for them. Alea looked doubtful, but the woman reassured through a nod of her head to brush off the doubt in the heart.

The girl took a deep breath, taking it off slowly. Start walking through the doorway of the magnificent palace. A ladder that jutted down immediately greeted him.

There were many pillars standing in the room. The walls and ceiling are carved with ancient ornaments typical of the ancient kingdom of antiquity. Carved dragons wrapped around his head that spouted smoke, contained on each pillar that looks solid.

"This is the meeting hall, Nyai has been waiting for you on his throne," said the woman again pointing at the end of the room. They went down the stairs to the middle of the hall.

At the end of the room a red throne was also installed beautifully. The throne has carvings of two giant snakes on both sides. A younger woman with a crown on her head stood up with a smile.

He was wearing luxurious red clothes anyway, exactly the queens in the colossal series of films. Both hands were clutched in front of the stomach, an aura of leadership emanating from his figure. She was beautiful and her skin was glowing white. Alea did not deny that.

The old woman and the two men who brought her did the honors on the woman. They stepped back and stood behind Alea.

The girl was fascinated by the queen's dandyism, constantly pecking a gaze at her friendly smiling face.

"Welcome to the red palace, my son. The new ruler in this village. I waited a long time and finally came. Here, son, get close to Mom," he said waving to Alea.

The melodious sound of shahdu pus caught Alea's ears, the warm rustling of blood in the body. Without rejection, his feet took a step up the thirteen steps to the throne.

A warm embrace he received, full of love and love. Alea liked her figure. He led the girl to sit on the throne. A comfortable old chair to sit in.

The queen laid Alea down on her lap, gently rubbing the girl's hair. Alea closed her eyes, both corners of her lips raised upwards forming a perfect smile.

Soon, a row of palace ladies came to bring him food and drinks. The queen took the grapes and fed them to Alea's mouth. Once again, without a refusal Alea opened her mouth and accepted the fruit.

He was so happy that he dismissed all the doubts and oddities that his heart had felt. There he would never get this kind of attention.

"Mom has a gift for you" she said, helping Alea to sit down.

"What?" asked Alea curiously.

The woman took out a bright red tadpole box from inside the scarf. Give it to Alea and he gladly accepts. Open the box carefully.

A necklace he wanted, but never got. Only, the pendulum was blood red instead of pink as Nola had.

"This is for me?" The woman nodded.

"Thank you, Mom." Alea hugged him with pleasure.

Without knowing what the intent and purpose of it was, he happily wore it.