Srikandi Tanah Pasundan
Teluh the Troubled!

Sari pulled the Sengkayana sword from its place, a reddish energy instantly enveloping her. He swiftly threw his sword at the huge shadow that was creeping on the ground.

As soon as the roar sounded earthy, Sari swiftly pulled the creature in the shadow to come out. A large, hairy black creature with glowing red eyes, runs amok as Sari draws her in with supernatural powers.

Now they are facing off, not one but several monstrous feathered creatures. Sari developed a smile, drawing her sword forward challenging them.

"But I used to be a fur ball!"

The fluffy softeners came forward attacking Sari in turn. Bimasena who saw Sari surrounded by hairy creatures with a height of twice the height of his master immediately helped.

Sari flowed Sengkayana sword with maximum energy, he was lazy if he had to play long with them. He quickly turned his sword towards the feathered creatures that leapt towards him. Slammed it into the ground and directly stuck the sword right in the head.

Bimasena takes care of the rest, he transforms himself into a very large maung, biting attacking the shredding of the feathered creatures that powerlessly after Sari's injury.

Kandra also joined Sari and Bimasena. Until in a short time they managed to melt the softeners before they attacked the owner of the house.

A loud explosive sound rang out in the sky, Sari smiled triumphantly.

"Go back to stupid hell!"

A rusty little dagger was seen near his feet. He picked up the irradiated keris. Keris without meaning because of the death of its inhabitants. 

Sari saw clearly an old man in a special shaman's clothes, wearing a headband while telling kamit to cast a spell. Smoke was still billowing from the little Prapen in front of him and a full session was nearby.

 Five photos were lying in front of the black-clothed shaman. Sari recognized one of them as one of her dead neighbors.

"Oh so he sent this out, pretty good!"

A well-dressed young man entered the room with a crouching street. With a serious face the man expressed the intention of his arrival while handing a thick brown envelope to the shaman.

From their faces and lips Sari could tell if the young man wanted death for his siblings as well as his uncle and nephew. The problem is especially if it is not for inheritance. 

The young man wanted to master their parents' own inheritance. So anyone who stood in the way including those who supported his siblings would be wiped out.

Sari closed her inner eyes. It was enough for him to see what he needed to know.

"Let's Bimasena we go home, the sunlight starts to appear lest we be seen!"

"We didn't go to the shaman's house?" ask Bimasena in wonder.

"We don't need to take care of him tomorrow, I don't want Doni to be angry and continue to make other strange rules!" sumpul Sari because he was already quite upset with the curfew rules.

"Yes .. yes," Bimasena chuckled at Sari who rushed to take her home.

"I hear that Mahesa!" sari exclaimed from a distance leaving the four guards to return to the arms of her beloved husband.

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The sun was getting higher, Sari was still sleeping in her sleep. Some bruises seemed to start disappearing from his body. Doni asks Asri and Pur not to disturb Sari.

This morning Sari came home and hugged Doni. His tired body instantly brought him to dreamland. Doni kissed Sari's forehead. 

"You didn't even move a little bit from your sleep, which makes me forbid you to wander every night! You need a break too!" grumbled Doni while gently rubbing Sari's black hair.

There was a sound of knocking on the door of the room by Ms. Asri. Guests came looking for Doni.

"Mas Doni, guest wonten!"

"Who's mbak?"

"Nganu, mr. RT mas!"

Doni lazily exited the room, glanced briefly at Sari who was still slumbering and then closed the door.

"Well sir RT looking for me? Not a census, right?!" doni asked Asri.

"Wah do not know mas, which is clear the face of the cake just met the devil!"

" … "

Doni immediately met RT sir and right said Asri face pale like cotton.

"Sir RT sick?" ask Doni without saying stale.

"Mas Doni can help me, right? Mbak Asri mas sama mbak Sari pinter the same beginning!"

Mr. RT's face seemed to endure the pain. Doni did not understand the meaning of the RT sir whose age was only two years above it.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Mr. RT was in a daze at the situation, after feeling safe he approached Doni. Without hesitation, RT opened the t-shirt covering his stomach on Doni showing something to show to Doni,

"Astaghfirullah .. why is this so!