
Alena looked at Kunti 1 where the hands and feet of Kunti 1 were still connected to a chain called Sadewa as durawapati. Thanks to this incident, once again Alena can about how Sadewa and how great Sadewa as durawapati.
“Why did you suddenly ask that question to Kunti 1?”
Alena turned her head towards the side and found Sadewa had been standing nearby for two feet. “It ... “
“Did you meet Bendara Abinawa?” Sadewa quickly guessed what was the reason for Alena asking the question to Kunti 1 and made Kunti 1 lose control of his anger.
“Ya.” Alena nodded her head with a hint of regret. “Sorry, I did not expect that question was able to make Kunti 1 angry so you have to chain it like this.”
“I had to do it. If I don't do this, maybe a hand swing from Kunti 1 could destroy some houses in the village and make it sink into a demon.”
“That's bad??” Alena was surprised to hear the explanation from Sadewa.
“Yes that's the worst part. The ghosts that roam here - in Durawa's cemetery are ghosts who during their lives have desires that have not been achieved. But the desire that traps them here is not a simple desire like wanting to meet someone or wanting to have something. Some of the desires that trap them are desires that come from regrets that they could not possibly have done while they were alive.”
Alena looked at Kunti 1 with a pity face. “About what made Kunti 1 so angry when I asked her that question??”
Sadewa pulls Alena's arm. “Cute me!”
Alena follows Sadewa, down the Durawa cemetery and Sadewa steps then stop when he arrives at the cottage owned by Durawapati where Alena currently lives.
“Why are you here?”
Sadewa did not answer Alena's question and continued to enter the hut. Alena follows Sadewa and upon entering the cottage, Alena finds Sadewa unloading several bookshelves.
“What are you looking for, Sadewa?”
“Ah .. meet.” Sadewa found an old book with a leather cover. Sadewa then sat down on the lounge chair in the cottage and began to open the old book. “I remember this book was a book written by my great-grandfather when it became durawapati.”
“Your great-grandfather?” Alena pulled out the chair she could find and made it near Sadewa's seat. Alena sat there and went to see the old book with Sadewa. “What did your great-grandfather write there?”
“Some old stories of ghosts in durawa cemetery. I remember for generations, we were only in charge of keeping the ghosts trapped in the daurava cemetery from coming out and disturbing humans. But ... My great-grandfather is different.”
“Different??” Alena frowned feeling astonished. “What makes your great-grandfather different, Sadewa?”
Sadewa held up the book in his hand and after that began to open one by one the pages in the long open with a leather cover. “My great-grandfather is the only one who freed more than half the ghosts trapped in Durawa cemetery.”
“Means liberating?”
Sadewa looked at Alena deeply before finally giving an answer to Alena's question. “Provides the desire for the ghosts that are trapped until finally the ghosts no longer haunt.”
Alena's eyes sparkled at the answer given by Sadewa. However ... Alena realized something after receiving that answer. “Why did only your great-grandfather do that? Why do not others, including you, do it too? If you do that, maybe the ghosts trapped in Durawa's cemetery can let go of the reason they're trapped.”
“That's not an easy thing to do, Alena. My great-grandfather chose to help the ghosts because he lost his wife while giving birth to their second child. His wife was young and my great-grandfather drowned himself in his job as a dura duraapati because he felt too lost his late wife. Seematku ... My great-grandfather rarely even went home to meet his two children who lived with his sister. Do you think ... I should also do that and choose to ignore my son and wife?”
“You're married??” Alena who was surprised immediately asked the question to Sadewa when she heard Sadewa say son and wife.
“Then why did you tell your son and wife if you weren't married?” Alena was shocked for the second time.
“A-I only make suppositions.” Sadewa replied with a light tone.
“I thought you were really married and had a child, Sadewa.” Alena spoke in a relieved tone and that made Sadewa curious.
“Why? Is there a problem if I am married and have children?” Sadewa turned around to ask Alena.
Alena nodded her head. “Yes. Your fans in the ghost world will surely be sad and heartbroken if you know you are married and have children.”
Sadewa opened her mouth slightly in disbelief at the answer given by Alena to her question. After a few seconds of reacting to Alena's answer, Sadewa returned to her great-grandfather's old book, flipping through the pages quickly before finally stopping at a page. “This is it. I finally found my great-grandfather's note about Kunti 1.”
“Did your great-grandfather know the reason Kunti 1 was stuck in Durawa's funeral?”
Sadewa nodded her head as she read the story from Kunti 1 before death came to her.
Kunti 1 is the longest resident kuntilanak in Durawa cemetery. He died in 1947 under the name Sriati. During her life, Kunti 1 was a woman who was always oppressed by many people. Perhaps because her face is beautiful, perhaps because many people are envious or maybe also because Sriati was born from an incapacitated family, Sriati's life ended in a tragic way: she said: died in a hit-and-run accident after escaping from his friends who tricked him into marriage when in fact wanted to make him as a gratifier for the striped men be it foreign or indigenous men.
“In your opinion, about what is the desire of Kunti 1?” Alena asked Sadewa. “Want to kill the person who made him die in an accident? Or want to take revenge on everyone who has made his life miserable?”
Sadewa shook her head in ignorance. “I don't know. That desire can be anything. Maybe you're right, Kunti 1 wants to avenge him and wants to kill everyone involved in his difficult life. But ... sometimes a person's wishes are not that complicated.”
“If so ... do you think why did your great-grandfather fail to solve the Kunti 1 case?” Alena asked again and this time the question centered on Alena's great-grandfather.
Sadewa was silent for a moment while tapping his finger several times on the old book belonging to his great-grandfather. Tuk .. tuk .. tuk .... After a few taps, Sadewa stopped the knock and made a conjecture. “Maybe ... my great-grandfather failed to find the desire of Kunti 1.”
That answer was all Alena could think of in her mind.