SELAQ

SELAQ
Episode “The Hunters of Immortality” (5)


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“Re...re...ncuk semarang jaq series by pencuk!”


“You have to learn vocal art to be able to sing melodious, senior,” chirps Ngeres Koneng.


Mopol Kesur grunting. His mood was instantly lost continuing the famous song among the Selaqs.


Sahutan Ngeres Koneng made his mood more cramped.


“Stop commenting on other people's talents,” the cetus.


“You have the talent to be a senior musician. Just looking for the right teacher and I'm the one,”


“How many more times I say, not interested at all in art. I am a merchant! Catch that!”


“Wuss... Plot!”


The right gravel hit the head of Mopol Kesur who was hanging on one of the tree branches.


“Badness!”


“Not me, senior!”


The two castes of Selaq were immediately vigilant.crowd looking for the direction of the throw.


“Hey old man, do you guys have no job, other than peeking at people shitting?”


That shrill voice came from the lush shrubbery that was twitching. Not long after, poking the head of the waist-tracked daughter.


“Who peeked at the rancid boy. It took you 10 more years to get me interested!” Ngeres Koneng put on a sour face.


“Your parents must have never taught you manners!” in a flash that night, the Kesur Mopol crept slowly down, preparing to ambush the boy.


“Uncle on the tree, you look weird,”


“You mean?”


“You midget huh? or maybe the kids are like me?”


The girl who turned out to be Jumindri was eye-catching. Trying to see in the darkness of the night.


“Oh I know, you must be a pair of perverted-brained fathers and sons!” added again.


“Silence. How despicable of us, you call pervert. Just so you know rancid boy, our degrees are nobler than the human race,” said Neres Koneng.


“More noble than human? Impossible,” sahut Jumindri in doubt.


“This senior can I eat?” Neres Koneng his emotions have reached ubun-ubun.


“Sweetest boy. If you know who we are, really until the afterlife you will regret appearing here,” Mopol Kesur's voice growled, preparing to pounce.


“Kakak, please!”


The boy who was held captive by two Selaq was whimpering. His body is still twisted taut Mopol Kesur.


“Who is it?” Jumindri was hesitant about his hearing. It was like knowing a whimpering voice.


“Serinah kak,”


Jumindri finally realized in front of him were two kidnappers. “Oh, means you are dangerous and perverted-brained fathers-children!”


“Do not call us perverts!”


Neres Koneng darted fast. Pouncing towards Jumindri. But the child's agile movements dodged and disappeared behind the thicket.


“You to the end of the world I will pursue!” the yellow light on his forehead flashed brighter and brighter. Signaling his anger getting smoldering.


In his pursuit, Neres Koneng realized something strange. He had learned the science of lightening the body, but the speed of the boy was three times faster than him.


“Not an ordinary boy!” snarl.


After darting around at high speed, Ngeres Koneng finally managed to find Jumindri on the edge of the lake.


“You won't be able to run away from me,"


“I did not run,” replied Jumindri lightly.


“What did you do here?” tanya Ngeres Koneng.


“Baloq Darwire says it's not good to talk to parents if you haven't been a midget,”


Neres Koneng wrath not play. As fast as lightning his body shot. His fingers pulled out nails as sharp as knives, preparing to tear Jumindri's body.


“Fucking boy. I'll carve your body with real art!”


“Wusss!”


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Bunge village gripping. All citizens are on high alert.


At the meeting hall is no less stressful. Gather the village elders in a circular sitting position. In the middle of the circle, Tumban Village Chief Baloq Darwire gave an explanation.


“We don't have much time. Immediately invite residents to a safe place,” said the Tumban.


“It's your fault Darwire!” kecam Commander of the Village Defense Forces Raden Rumasih, with a voice exploded.


“From the time I never agreed, those Selaqs were left alive, they should be exterminated. How can we hope those demons will turn out well?” he said with sharp eyes.


“Village Law Book, requires that we remain respectful of their human rights. Not seeing the Selaqs as demons, uncle,” said Krame Village Commander Raden Sentane, defending Baloq Darwire's decision.


“They are not at all worthy of being called Human. The body is human. Certainly Demon. They just call themselves the Selaq Nation, do you not realize that the pledge of separation from the nation of Man,” said Raden Rumasih.


“They are still human. Only the path they took to hunt down the immortal power was wrong. If the problem refers to themselves as a nation different from humans, it is actually the way they want to be recognized. They cannot deny his physique made of soil,” replied Tumban.


“After all, there is no way that I broke what has become the noble word in the Village Law Book, Rumasih,”.


“Now they will destroy the village, are you still defending yourself? Too mushy your leadership Darwire,” snapped Raden Rumasih, still in a high voice.


“I think it is not wise to blame each other. The remaining time is very short. What should we do to save the citizens?” said the Chairman of the House of Representatives, Baloq Sawiye.


“War, up to the final blood point!” cut Raden Rumasih.


“You are crazy, the people will only be a result of the violence of the Selaq,” reject Baloq Sawiye.


“I will not let the village be taken by the demons, the people must sacrifice for the sake of the establishment of the village!” fierce Raden Rumasih.


“This village has given everything for the People of Bunge Village. Now they are obliged to sacrifice for the sake of the village and the softness of their leader. I am the commander of the defense forces who will lead the war against the Selaqs!”


“Sorry, I disagree!” baloq Sawiye.


“Who asked your opinion?” sergeant Raden Rumasih.


“Sorry uncle, it is not you who decide!” raden Sentane.


“Then who?”


“Village Leader, Village Chief!” raden Sentane.


“You just dated me, don't try to set up!”


“I speak as Commander of Krame Village, uncle. Not as your nephew,” Raden Sentane said.


“Don't call me uncle!” Raden Rumasih riding.


“Alright, Raden Rumasih, I am Raden Sentane, the Commander of Krame Village refused the involvement of the people because it is contrary to the Book of the Village Law!” raden Sentane.


Not playing angry Raden Rumasih with the attitude of his nephew. His eyes seemed to be about to jump out, his face red.


“You install double standard. If your guidelines are rules, then you should also denounce Darwire's wishful thinking. He made a pact with the Selaqs to hand over the cursed boy on the night of the Red Eclipse. But he denies it!” attack Raden Rumasih.


“Jumindri is not a cursed child, I believe he is a good boy and will protect this village,” said Tumban Parau.


“The agreement was a political decision and was the personal attitude of the Village Chief. In the hierarchy of rules, our guidelines are the Book of Laws and the Decisions of the Village Chief. Don't doubt our oath of allegiance as Krame Village!” raden Sentane.


“I am ready to take responsibility for this decision, if it is considered as an agreement customer. But you know, even if Jumindri leaves tonight, they will still rebel. This event has been planned by Selaq Bunge and his group for a long time,” Baloq Darwire said.


“In the Book of Laws, anyone found to be in violation of the agreement must be put to death!” raden Rumasih.


“Dead is certainty. Besides, I'm very old. If by dying I can save the life of a human child who is still holy, then I welcome death happily,” stressed the old man steady.


“After this incident, you must stand trial Darwire!” yells.


“Hopefully this long night we can go through well,” said Tumban.


“Relax my children,” said the grandfather who sat in front of Tumban.


Head bald. His eyebrows, whiskers, and beard were dangling long to the floor. His body was thin and dry wrapped in white cloth.


He was the strongest among those present. From his appearance looks have been more than 200 years old.


“You even forgot to smile. Smile at. What is happening right now is a destiny that must be faced wisely,” he advised.


“We should how about Resi Wilahuni?” baloq Sawiye.


“Eat well what you have in hand, do not eat what is not yours,” he said.


Resi Wilahuni's advice was full of meaning. For a moment the village elders silently pondered. Understanding the intention of the Resi who served as the Village Customary Chair.


“But sometimes we also have to eat, other people's food if he wastes it Resi!” sumpul Raden Rumasih hunkered after understanding the meaning of the words of Resi Wilahuni.


Raden Rumasih was aware, no one supported him.


“Hehe..” Resi Wilahuni chuckled, revealing his one-toed teeth and red lips with a flush.


“Alright as the Village Chief, I ordered the Village Representative Chairman, Baloq Sawiye immediately announced to all residents of this emergency condition and immediately gather residents in the village square. Village Krame Commander, Raden Sentane, refugee leader. Use the secret passageway, to the Akah Village. We have a good relationship, hopefully they are willing to accommodate our citizens, until the situation is under control,”


“Next The Professor of Flower College, Raden Aryadi, send our young men who have had martial and canoeing skills, help the Village Defense Commander, Raden Rumasih dispel the Selaq,”


“Uncle, where are you going yourself?” ask Raden Sentane.


“I will meet the Association of All Village Chiefs at the foot of Rinjani. It would be very dangerous if the Selaqs could take control of Bunge Village. This could mean the apocalypse of the human race is very close,”


“Tell me, you want to run away from the battle?” sulcan Raden Rumasih.


“I didn't run, I was fighting Rumasih. This is just my collision,”


The elders were shocked, looking at each other. Except for Resi Wilahuni who looks calm.


“You're not polite. Takes us to talk with Tumban. You have absolutely no respect for Resi Wilahuni!” furious Raden Rumasih.


“Ampun Resi, thousands of mercy,” Tumban was directly bowed his head in front of Resi Wilahuni.


“Have been my son. I already know that this is just Tumban,” said Resi Wilahuni


“How does Resi know?” ask Raden Sentane.


“Take a good look, this Tumban has no shadow. Although facing this Tumban, this is actually Darwire who is fighting against Selaq. I'm proud. Pleased once. At least this Tumban is still manifesting. It's a sign, Darwire is still alive,” said Resi Wilahuni.


“Means uncle Darwire is still fighting?”


“True. I am still fighting,” replied the Tumban.


“I don't want to be ruled by Tumban!” cetus Raden Rumasih, still hard.


“Then the Krame Village troops will divide me into two groups. One group is helping residents evacuate, another is moving to the position of Uncle Darwire,” Raden Sentane said.


“Once the students are at Bunge College, I will split two. The first group will move to the position of Uncle Darwire, some will help the defense forces,”, said Professor of Village College, Raden Aryadi.


“Should we not ask for help from Dewi Anjani?” baloq Sawiye.


“No one ever knew the whereabouts of Queen Jin. He only appeared, on the person he wanted,” Resi Wilahuni took a slow breath.


“Konon, the portal to the Jin realm is at the top of Rinjani. But my age, which has been more than two centuries, has never seen it in person. I've only heard my grandfather tell me one time,”.


“We can't pin hope on something that's not certain. Let me say goodbye to immediately face the Village Chief Association, we have not much time,” said Tumban.


Then after that, the village elders moved quickly. Performing their respective mission tasks. With the exception of Raden Rumasih and Resi Wilahuni who were still sitting in their original place.


Raden Rumasih suddenly jumped up, approaching the pillars of the village hall made of teak wood the size of an adult's embrace. And with all his might, punch him.


“Aaaaaa!”


“Bruaaak!”


Raden Rumasih's boxing is terrible. The pole was crushed in the hit part. Almost, the building of the village hall collapsed, if there are not five other pillars.


Seeing the anger of Raden Rumasih, Resi Wilahuni only laughed lightly in his original place.


“Pity me, poor pole. It has nothing wrong, but it must bear the wrath of a human child who harbors a great fire. One day I hope you understand my son,”