Srikandi Tanah Pasundan
Song of the Spirit Caller

Sari drowned again in her study, reading some ancient books related to the resurrection of the devil. 

Red thread has not been found Sari, clues and some important information obtained from the softener he met has not conical in one place where Airlangga hid.

"My head is really dizzy, so much writing has not met also the meeting point," muttered Sari while massaging her head.

Mbak Asri went inside to bring Sari a cup of coffee as she wished.

"Mbak, this is coffee ... low sugar right? The same is the rail odd bread is also already mbak Asri buyin in the market earlier," mbak Asri put the coffee cup and snack on the table.

"Hhm, yes mbak thanks .. mbak, can incandescence Sari bentaran not? Pegel here!" pinta Sari who immediately sat on her favorite soft sofa.

"Wes kene mbak, what try can not make mbak Sari? Want to massage where?" asked Mbak Asri who deftly began to give a soft massage.

"Ni pegel shoulder equal feet really!" 

Mbak Asri smiled to see Sari sulking, in his eyes Sari is an extraordinary good employer. When he had trouble finding Sari came like a goddess of help through the hands of Mbak Pur. Sari also paid for her two children's school and helped her when both parents had to be hospitalized.

No one would have thought that Sari was the Goddess of death to the softeners. The secret is guarded by mbak Pur and mbak Asri, two people Sari trust.

"Sir, isn't it tired every night to come out in the morning?"

"Yes tired," replied Sari as she opened the reading book and enjoyed a massage on her feet.

"Mbak Sari tuh nyari what the hell is it? Isn't that okay?" Ma'am Asri asked innocently.

"Sir, if the softness in the world ends our apocalypse! Until the end of time is also soft, from the nation of jinn and demons that are endless" said Sari amused.

"Weh, Iha ya yo mbak lali me! Eh yes mbak said if there is a sound of chicks malem-malem there mbak Kun coming yes? Isn't that really mbak?"

"Eeh, who said that?" Sari took a quick look at Asri's face.

"Yes said the people mbak, it was next door neighbor yesterday frightened night by the sound of chicks. Moreover, his toddler continues to fussy mba?!"

Asri then told me about the thing he heard in the stall not far from Sari's house.

In recent days the complex security guards are also slightly bothered by the anxiety of residents who are frightened by the issue of pocong with blackened faces like charcoal that often roam at night. Plus the unsettling presence of kuntilanak.

"Eeh, fuck off! That's the same pocong kuntilanak again reunian? Why did it come together in our compound?" 

Sari stopped reading, she then noticed Asri's story. Although it made little sense to Sari because of their simultaneous appearance.

"It looks like reunian mbak!" sahut mbak Asri held back a laugh.

"Sir, it could be the work of thieves who are stalking the houses in this complex. They scare us, so we don't dare to leave the house. Let's launch the action!" sari tries to explain logically.

"But mbak, that was until the security guard really scared! He also asked RT sir to help him keep the night." Ma'am Asri with eyes slightly glared when telling stories.

He again continued his words, "Semalem said bang Ipul also got dikerjain si mbak Kun!"

"Whose Ipul?" Sari frowned.

"That's a roving fried rice man who likes to go through the front of the house if it's malem!"

Mbak Asri then recounted the incident that happened to the Ipul bang and other patrol officers. Most of them are bullied after midnight or near dawn. 

If the Ipul bang is tempted by ordering food and disappearing, another case with the patrons and security guards of the complex. They are actually often disturbed by black-faced pocongs who like to go up on the wall of an empty house.

"Tuh mbak Sari, so horrified!" Asri's brother touched his goosebumps.

Sari drank the coffee that began to cool and then stuffed a small piece of sweet and spice-scented rail odd cake.

"So, how should I go? It's none of my business too!"

"But it's possible that Sari can help frightened residents," said mbak Asri did not understand.

"Hhm, as long as they do not disturb me and enter the area here yes. Not all of the soft issues I deal with mbak Asri, which is important and indeed urgent," said Sari explained.

The door of the workspace suddenly opened violently, mbak Pur burst into the inside.

"Mbak .. mbak Sari, that's Amri's help!"

Sari who was confused to see Pur mbak yelling could only obey when her hand was pulled Pur mbak out of the room.

"Eeh, why the same Amri mbak?!" Sari was a little overwhelmed following Pur's quick steps.

"Udah later aja story, the important mbak Sari come with me first!" mbak Pur exclaimed with a loud breath.

Sari according to and follow the footsteps mbak Pur to the front page. A strange Eve greeted him, Sari could feel an unusual peculiarity.

In front of Amri, the driver and gardener Sari sat behind him. Sari was astonished by Amri's unusual attitude.

"Mas Amri?" greeting Sari slowly, he walked up to Amri and patted her on the shoulder.

"Mas Amri why sit here?" ask Sari again.

Amri brushed off Sari's hand, her hand moving to the left side as if she was tidying up her long hair and picking on it.

"Mas Amri ...," Sari said hello again

Amri did not respond he even chanted a canticle that Sari did not understand. The song was so heart-wrenching to anyone who heard it. To enter and bring to another realm. A song that brushes the feathers of ordinary people.

Bulkucus white, white,

the sari scented flower

witmaning athens white,

Kahambu

Pang jugjugeun jirim.

…….

Sari's goal was to hear from a distance someone chanting a spirit summoning spell. The spell that made him sultry and prepared to welcome an uninvited guest.