SELAQ
Episode "Long Nights in Bunge Village" (2)
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Baloq Darwire rolled up the blanket to Jumindri's body. She just finished telling the story of Dewi Pujasari.
Under the light of the oil lamp, the old man looked at the poor girl's face closing his eyes.
“Rest son, calm your mind, grandpa know you haven't slept,”
Jumindri. He just sighed. Pushing out something that stifled his chest.
“Don't let your anger go unchallenged,” the advice of the village elder impresses he knows so much about Jumindri.
Outside the old hut, Bunge village was gilded in moonlight. Mega-mega pull over, shame rivaling its charm.
But as the wise saying goes, do not believe in what looks charming. Behind it, lurking doom that is not less damned.
Baloq Darwire stood outside the hut. Susana was completely silent and quiet. As if something big was going to happen that night, the animals and insects of the night, chose not to kick but to fold themselves in the nest.
The old man surrounded the old hut once, clockwise. After that, right in front of the door of the hut, his mouth was muttering, chanting the temple.
“ ... well established I rowdy sikep Gumi ..” he said softly on the tip of the tongue in an audible temple chant. The rest, melted in a swish of breeze.
After which, his right foot jolted the ground three times. And slowly, the hut began to be surrounded by a white mist that continued to thicken.
“This seal will protect this house, the rest I leave to you,” he said raucously.
In the sky, the light of the night goddess turned dim. From silvery white to blood red: a blood eclipse.
Baloq Darwire walked away. A moment later it vanished in the darkness of the night.
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From the direction of the bush appeared several figures with stiff steps.
On their forehead there were emitting yellow and deep red rays. Grunting and occasionally growling with horrible noises.
Following no less terrible pale heads with long hair carrying stomach contents without body. Some move inching, others drift.
It is their presence that makes the dwellers of the night fold themselves in empty silence.
Soups sounded flapping wings increasingly noisy approaching the old hut. His voice exceeded the flapping of a bird's wings. However, it is also not the flap of a giant eagle because the next visible body floated facing the sky.
There were also those who flew cross-legged with their feet tied to the bamboo.
Who're they?
No creature dared to say hello. But their arrival has made nature shrivel as small as a kelaeong (nyiru - a tool for cleaning rice).
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“Darrr...wireee...!” a head floated without a body, growling.
The mysterious figure numbered six people.
“At that point he can still do it," said the mysterious figure with a red light on his forehead.
“What are we looking for here?” a mysterious figure with a bright yellow light right left.
“Child just shut up,” say head without body shuffling on the ground.
“Your children will destroy the authority of the Selaq Nation alone,” said the flying head.
“Newly can fly just proud. Which body?” reply fierce yellow forehead.
“By your courage too. The lowest caste of the Selaq shows pride in one of the highest castes of the Selaq. What belt do you have?” he said with a look of disdain.
A belt is a belt made of traditional woven fabric.
In the tradition of Sasak magic every science claimant who has studied the science of canuragan will be given a belt by his teacher after graduation.
The belt as a diploma at once ‘where to save’ kesaktian.
Some argue their science will disappear if the belt burns. So many keep the belt in a place far from the fire. Like in a closet or a ceiling.
“Mopol Kesur, Neres Koneng, enough,” the mysterious figure who came by flying facing the sky earlier.
His gaze was sharp on the two Selaq castes below him. The head flew and the yellow forehead called his name consecutively turned its head.
“Mopol Strain. Bring Darwire here,” said the mysterious figure who came flying cross-legged with legs tied to bamboo.
“Amun paduka patih, there is a duty is wage?” chirps Mopol Kesur.
“Traders basis. Your Helaq is questionable,”
“This is the character, Paduka Patih,” he replied.
“Get rid of your character on this great mission," the Patih growled.
“Again, isn't Selaq an ideology? bless all of us if we can't take advantage,”
“Your life goal is very low senior, everything is measured by profit and loss. Life is an authentic work of art. And being a Selaq is the best devotion in art,” timpal Neres Koneng.
“You foolish chiseler, has not your purpose in art attained?”
“Your mind is complicated!” sahut Mopol Kesur Hotel.
“Stupid debate again. You'd better fight until there's one that's dead!”
“Sorry to the King,” says Mopol Kesur and Ngeres Koneng almost simultaneously.
“Mopol Kesur, Neres Koneng bring it here Darwire. May one of you be slaughtered in the hands of Darwire,” said the King growling anger at the behavior of two of his men.
The two mysterious figures were obediently searching for Baloq Darwire as ordered. Through the darkness of night.
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“Senior, who appointed Selaq Bunge to be King?” tanya Ngeres Koneng's.
His face was still visibly gloomy because of the words of the King who wished for one of them to die.
“As you dare to fight him,” said Mopol Kesur.
“Look at me, I will defeat him and I will become King,”
“If you become king, end-to-end so Selaq Bunge too,” said Mopol Kesur.
“Beda. Later I was the exotic King Selaq Bunge. Not like dictator Selaq Bunge!”
“Halah, gibberish,” sneer Mopol Kesur.
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Jumindri has not been able to sleep. After Baloq Darwire's departure his mind was agitated.
One by one, the treatment of the villagers appeared reminded. From this incident in the afternoon, a few days ago, in a week, and whatever he can remember.
The villagers stayed away from him. Stare at him with a look of hate, without him knowing the reason.
If only there was no Baloq Darwire then it was perfect for him to leave the village.
“I want to have friends,”.
Lama Jumindri pondered. Find out what kind of destiny he lived.
“That kid,” murmured later.
Jumindri recalled the incident this afternoon. About the 5-year-old boy who accompanied him on the field.
His mouth is smiling. A carefree feeling bloomed in his heart.
“What feeling is this?” said confused.
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“Darwire knows we will come looking for him,” Mopol Kesur said.
“It looks like this Semputer, already several times we circled in the same place,” timpal Ngeres Koneng.
Semputer is a science or mantra to make the Selaq nation lose navigation. Under the influence of Semputer, the earth that the Selaq people stepped on as big as a blue swirl was not clear in its direction.
“Not. It's Halimun. We didn't get lost but didn't find Darwire's house. I guess it's the same science used to hide Jumindri and his house,"
“Top senior, so proud of you. Your analysis is cool, then what are we going to do now?”
“There are those who invite us to play around, then it is not good to reject it,”
“Agree senior. So what's the plan?"
“Follow me,” says Mopol Kesur.
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“By the way you live where your body is senior?”
“Not your business,” says Mopol Kesur.
“Have you ever experienced anything complicated, such as your intestines getting stuck in a wooden branch or a dog chasing you counted as a lump of meat?”
The Kesur Mopol was irritated. He stared intently at his over-talking partner.
“Good. I shut up,” said Neres Koneng immediately.
But just a few steps running Ngeres Koneng again asked that made the Kesur Mopol can no longer hold back anger.
“Senior how do you fart?”
“Nation!”
In an instant the entire intestine Mopol Kesur has twisted the body Ngeres Koneng, without having time to give a fight.
“If only I had not paid my respects to Ngeres Beaq, tonight you have me eating!”
Neres Koneng could do nothing. His body is under the complete control of the Mopol Kesur.