The Angkara Murka
The Book of Obong - Satria Piningit
The story began about fifteen years ago, or maybe more. The man named Satria Piningit was no longer able to count it with certainty. What is clear is that the first time Satria Piningit saw the boy was at night when he was crouching on the bank of times, aka a small river that besides functioning as an irrigation channel of rice fields, was at night, also used for daily household activities and needs such as bathing, washing and latrine needs.
Indeed, it was an era where there was no internet and smartphones available. These two things had not even become a concept at that time, maybe just a mere idea. So it is natural that in some villages in many places, also on this island in the place where Satria Piningit lives now, to defecate even he had to do it at times. Not everyone has a toilet or just a place to urinate in their home. Maybe only Pak Lurah has the ability to build it in his large house.
Even if you think about it, the actual house of Mbah kakung and mbah princess Satria Piningit is among the largest in this village. There is one WC at the back of the house, but one day it will be explained why Satria Piningit is reluctant to urinate in the WC, other than because of 'culture' defecation at times remains an inseparable part of the village community.
So in this village it is natural that there are people who queue at night to defecate. To be safe, the night becomes an option so that it is not too difficult to hide shame. But still, if there are people who will also or are shitting, he said, other residents who also intend to do the same activities also need to know themselves to wait a while or just go all the way to other areas when they can not resist the desire to defecate. For this, it is usually downstream of the river.
The boy who was crouching on the edge of that time might be about the same age as Satria Piningit, but his body was much smaller, thin and dark-skinned like polished copper and rubbed continuously until it glittered. The glare of his eyes that stared blankly was what made Satria Piningit realize that there was someone in the dark place. The figure of the copper-skinned boy gasped when he suddenly saw Satria Piningit.
Of course this makes Satria Piningit also jerked. But then Satria Piningit himself who feels guilty for having surprised the unknown child, even though it should be Satria Piningit who deserves to feel shocked first. How not, the boy was bare-chested at ten o'clock at night in the air outside a fairly cold crawl propagating over the layers of skin just by wearing black pants like a net, barefoot and crouching on the edge of times on the sidelines of lush cane trees.
Feeling as a resident of this village, Satria Piningit decided to greet the boy first. "Kulonuwon, mas," he said. Satria Piningit was confused about how to explain to this child that he was about to shirk and wanted to use the area that time. Satria Piningit hopes the boy understands his purpose, because of his logic, for what purpose is this clock the night he goes to times, right?
Sure enough, the boy, who despite his age and Satria Piningit called the mas earlier, stood up abruptly, making himself jolt again. But the mysterious boy suddenly turned around and went missing into the thickets of the sugarcane tree without a word, like being sucked into a whirlpool.
Ghosts maybe, thought Satria Piningit. But he is not indifferent if indeed the figure is true ghost. He already felt kebellet, the desire pushed his stomach forcefully until his head felt dizzy.
The second time Satria Piningit met the boy again was two days later. Still in a similar place, squatting with an empty look towards the little time, bare-chested and dressed in black pants with a knot of rope around his waist.
"You want to poop again? Why not find somewhere else?" reply the boy was also in Javanese.
Frankly Satria Piningit took a fraction of a second to understand the Javanese language that the boy spoke with a hoarse voice like fingering the dry bark of a tree. Satria Piningit thought maybe because he was not entirely Javanese and not a native of this village so he could not immediately understand what the boy said.
Satria Piningit's father who was once a native of this village who had lived with his parents and siblings. But after he married Satria Piningit's mother who was bleeding Dayak tribe in Kalimantan, the father had rarely returned to Java.
Actually Mbah kakung and Mbah daughter Satria Piningit who asked his father to send one of his children, namely Satria Piningit, in Java so that the children's relationship is maintained. So, it can be said that this is the second year Satria Piningit attended school on the island of Java. Though Satria Piningit's mother's father initially wanted him to continue his studies to the island of Java when he moved to the High School alias High School later. But the result was Satria Piningit snediri who was so eager to attend school in Java from the first grade of First High School because he wanted to feel life in another city. After all, in his home in Kalimantan there are still brothers, brothers and sisters Satria Piningit the smallest so that both parents will not easily miss him. As he thought it was simple.
As a result, for two years Satria Piningit has been accustomed to communicating in Javanese. But still a little much he often lost his vocabulary and slipped his tongue in pronouncing or catching words. Therefore, this time after roughly understanding the meaning of the words spoken, he immediately apologized to the boy and was about to leave. But suddenly the mysterious, thin boy stood up, "Already. I'm the one who left. You just defecate here," he said.
"Well, is it okay, mom? I can go somewhere else" Satria Piningit replied honestly. "You seem to be a regular here," he continued short. The boy, who turned around and disappeared again behind a tree, vanished like being sucked in and became dark itself.
Satria Piningit smiled. It was a ghost like that child, he thought. But indeed this place is the most fitting place to defecate after a long time moving from one spot to another. This time it is very different from the river in Borneo. Looking at the size of its width that only two to three adults can fill when squatting side by side - Satria Piningit was disgusted when imagining this comparison picture, this time just deserves to be called a trench, this time, it is not a river or tributary that is wide in Kalimantan.
The edge is built from rocks that are arranged and cemented neatly. But the place where Satria Piningit crouched to defecate was a piece of rock that was romp from the cemented edge of the times. The rock fell and partly sank in the middle of the current, some piled up protruding upward splitting the water. Satria Piningit usually squatted on the stones and buried a little of her butt into the stream while contemplating and playing a bosom leather bracelet that was coiled around her arm.
The best defecation position according to him, although it sounds silly and inhumane when considering how to defecate that is common elsewhere or in modern times. Satria Piningit loves this place. While the mysterious boy like a ghost who for about a year Satria Piningit lived in this village has never been seen. Then of course, the boy should have given up on him. After all, he did not know clearly the main purpose of the boy is hanging in this best place.