Sundari
The End of Sundari (The End)

“How do I beat him Kek?”

“You must go to the cave and read the mantra to call him, after Durmo comes read the spell I gave you, Durmo will recite the mantra that is also where the winner will be chosen, tonight is the right Friday night keliwon to beat Durmo.” Baskoro tells us how to beat Durmo.

“Good Cake if that is the way Sundari will run what grandfather ordered.”

“Good Sundari I'm sure you can beat him Now I can rest in peace.

In the evening Sundari began to walk towards the cave, where he once called Durmo.

Sundari traversed the darkness of the night in the forest, he continued to walk until an hour walk Sundari had arrived in front of the mouth of the cave.

Sundari who only carried a torch light as illumination himself began to enter the prayer.

Sundari was sitting on a large rock inside the cave.

With his eyes closed Sundari began to recite a spell to call Durmo Sundari's mouth was continuously muttering until Durmo came to him.

Not long after that strong wind was felt to blow Sundari's body.

A black shadow figure began to appear, over time the figure turned into a kuntilanak Durmo.

“What does Sundari you call me?” ask Durmo.

“I want to ask you something why you killed Rian!” Snap Sunder.

“Because he has known myself in you Sundari,”

“He's innocent why did you kill him?” 

“I don't want anyone else to know about me being at your place Sundari.”

“Only with it until your heart kills him!” snarled Sundari with anger.

“Hi-Hi-Hi, you have dared to snap at me Sundari. You don't know who I am!”

“Fuck you Durmo, I'm so disappointed in you you killed an innocent man!”

“That's none of my business, you're the one I'm going to rule Sundari, find a collision for me.”

“No Durmo, it's enough all you or me are the strongest,” Sundari said with a smile.

“Try if you can Sundari.”

Durmo started reading to reflect it. The same mantra given by Baskoro.

“Dhuh jiwo peteng, pasrahna marang me, I iki your leader, sing kuwat will win, began to passrahna marang me (O dark soul submits to me, I am your leader, the strong will prevail and submit to me).”

Sundari and Durmo both recited the mantra until one of them lost.

Over and over again Durmo and Sundari recited the mantra. 

Until fresh blood flowed through Sundari's nostril.

As blood flowed from Sundari's nostrils, he felt his body become very weak.

Until finally Sundari who had stood firmly now became sitting.

Durmo laughed when he saw Sundari bowing before him.

“Let me give you a chance! You want to be my follower or else you'll die!” durmo Threat.

“No I don't want to, so your follower Durmo you're the one who should submit to me!” sundari said with great confidence.

Sundari who gathers all his energy tries to rise, Sundari's perseverance is very strong so as to make himself able to rise.

Sundari tried to stand back up while reciting the mantra.

A great energy was produced by Sundari when he re-read the mantra. Durmo also felt pain that was so painful when Sundari recited the mantra.

“I give up Sundari do not you read the mantra again,” said Durmo who received his defeat 

Now Sundarah the winner who is able to control Durmo.

“Alright then Durmo, do not you reappear before me if you do not want me to recite this mantra back,” Sundari threatened.

“Well Sundari I will follow your orders, I will return to my realm until someone calls me back,” said Durmo who suddenly disappeared. 

Durmo never reappeared in front of Sundari.

A few months later after Sundari defeated the kuntilanak Durmo, Sundari lived his life normally even Sundari mingled with the residents in the village.

"Mr Sun," call someone from behind the door.

"Yes for a moment" said Sundari from inside the house.

Sundari opened the door. "What's the truth?" ask Sundari.

"Mr Sun I'm going to town to buy materials, but this is the first time I'm going. Ma'am Sun has never worked in the city can't Asih ask friends?" pinta Asih's.

"Yes can. When is the plan to go to town?" 

"Tomorrow the day after Madam Sun, how can you not?"

"It can be," he said.

"Yes, Asih will pick up, Ms. Sun," 

"Yes." Yeah."

Asih also left Sundari's house.

Now Sundari chose to go back to his village first, his grandmother's abandoned house is now more alive.

The villagers who had forgotten about Sundari.

Now the small house was used by Sundari to open a small shop, considering that in his village there are still few residents who sell.

Sundari sells some staples such as rice, oil, eggs and others Sundari also opens a coffee shop next door. It is inspired by Tinah ma'am who has a complete stall.

"Bi Sun order coffee huh," a middle-aged man came to his stall.

"Yes wait a moment sir," said Sundari while processing coffee.

Sundari owned stalls are quite crowded buyers ranging from young people, mothers to children.

"Mbak Sundari I bought the rice 2 kilos mbak," said another person who came.

"Well, now the stall is getting rame."

"Yes, thank God" he said.

"Oh yes Mrs Sundari used to work in the city, as what is Ma'am?"

"I used to be a ma'am's maid, by chance when it got a rich man's house."

"Well dong his salary must be big. I want to work too."

"G ... Not even Mom. But alhamdulillah is enough."

"This is the rice."

"The eggs too,"

"How much?"

"5 seeds" he said.

Shoppers at Sundari stalls are getting crowded until Sundari itself is overwhelmed.

Until the sky was almost dark Sundari began to close the stall.

Although living in solitude at least Sundari can still live a normal life as his dreams were ready.

Two days passed, Sundari fulfilled his promise to Asih to accompany him to find materials to complete his sale.

Asih herself is an independent girl like Sundari, Asih pumped her life by selling clothes around.

Sundari invites Asih to a wholesale clothing place that is quite cheap. 

"Wah Mbak Sun thanks a lot already want to accompany Asih shopping," ucao Asih.

"Together Asih."

"Mbak Sun if the work in this city is a big wage, right?" ask Asih.

"Well, depending on Asih, if my rich people are not too big because my energy is not too strong anymore" said Sundari.

"Sun's sister we're looking for lodging, tomorrow morning we're home."

"Well, it's gonna be dark soon."

Asih and Sundari were looking for a nearby inn so they could quickly rest.

Arriving at the Asih inn asked about Sundari's personal matters.

"Emc ... Ma'am Sun sorry I want to ask said the people of Mbak Sun had been expelled from the village," asked Asih.

"Yes. When I was your age I worked in a tea garden in the village. But now there is no tea garden. While working I was always bullied by the son of the garden owner."

"Then, one day he asked me to help clean up the goods in the warehouse. When I entered the barn, she came in and I was raped there until I became pregnant" Sundari said.

"O Allah, Sister Sun, why not report?"

"A long time ago I was innocent, I was threatened if I reported that my grandmother would be killed by him" said Sundari.

"Where is Mba Sun's son?" 

"There is somewhere else" Sundari said.

“Oh is very grateful, but Asih did not think that Mbak Sun is very strong.”

“Yah strong not strong Asih.”

“Then the son of the garden boss where is Mbak?”

“I don't know where he is now,” Sundari said.

The next day Sundari and Asih came out of the inn to prepare to return to the village. They boarded a bus to get to the village.

The journey takes approximately 3 hours, when on the way Sundari looked at the window glass he again remembered the dark times first.

Sometimes he remembers his son.

‘It seems that later I will visit grandfather and also Adit, ' Inner Sundari.

“Mbak kok daydreaming?” ask Asih.

“No more remembrance of children,” Sundari said.

“Let's visit aja Mbak. Where is his son?”

“There's a grandfather.” 

They also arrived home safely Asih continued to thank Sundari.

The next day Sundari prepared to leave, he brought a basket of flowers. Sundari continued to walk away from his village until he entered the forest where he lived.

Until Sundari arrived at his hut house, Sundari did not enter the house but walked towards the back of the house.

Behind the house are two gravestones that read Baskoro and Aditya.

Sundari sowed flowers on both tombs.

“Peace you there,” said Sundari.

“Kek I tipped Adit ya Kek,” said Sundari while stroking a headstone bearing the name Aditya.

During his life, Sundari was actually alone in the old house that accompanied him every day only the spirits of Kuncoro and his son Adit who died at birth.

EXPIRE

Hi gaes thanks for faithfully reading this story.

If there is an error in the writing please be understood.

Take the positive side in this story and throw away the negative side.

Thank you all.

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