The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi the Nineteenth Chapter
It did not feel that Pakde Narto had walked to the edge of the Pratama river. The water flow is pretty heavy tonight. The moonlight pierced through the bamboo tree trunk, creating streaks of light bouncing on the river water current and swaying according to the waves that hump small. The air still feels hot, even tends to get hotter.
Pakde Narto went down to the river, washed his face. The freshness began to be felt as water flowed down from his face to his dark-skinned bare chest into the night.
Before long he heard the sound of water.
His gaze was faint due to the curtain of water looming in his eyes. Across the river in a shadow, he saw the figure of a woman. From the silhouette and characteristics of his body shape, maybe the figure is a grandmother. Pakde Narto was not clear and sure because the figure was behind him. The woman walked a little limped and bowed, that's why Pakde Narto assumed she was a grandmother. He only wore a long cloth that covered the lower part of his body, while his back was bare.
Kening Pakde Narto. "Bah, what are you doing there? Gini nights are not sought after what house?" ask Pakde Narto in a loud voice. If it is true that the figure is a man who is already old, he could be lost because of senility and poor hearing. After all, the figure was not wearing clothes that should have covered his upper body.
The old figure reacted to Pakde Narto's reprimand. He suddenly lifted his body. Pakde Narto frowned. Apparently that figure was not stooped at all. Unexpectedly Pakde Narto at all, the mysterious figure's head spun a hundred and eighty degrees like an owl, looking towards Pakde Narto. The pair of female eyes that Pakde Narto thought was a woman as old as that were wide and like there was embers in his eyeballs, blazing within the glob of nightly darkness staring intently, glancing towards Pakde Narto. His mouth gaped open and pulled out a blood clot from between his uneven and sharp-edged teeth and a pair of fangs sticking out. His tongue followed out a long protrusion from behind the bubbling blood clot coming down from his mouth.
Pakde Narto gasped and jumped back due to the sight he saw in front of him. However, Pakde Narto was no ordinary man. He is a layman with supernatural activities, including ghosts, genies and evil demons. As a result, he shouted loudly, "Devil!!" Pakde Narto pulled out and raised his sword high and charged forward towards the figure as quickly as possible across the river cutting the current. The bed was soaked, his chest and face were soaked with splashes of water. While the demonic female figure in front of him chuckled, giggled, then laughed out loud. His head turned back in its direction. He crawled and crept on the banks of the river quickly like a lizard and disappeared behind a grove of bamboo trees, shrubs and other vegetation.
Pakde Narto spat on the ground and swore a rude oath.
He remains a man of fear who peeps at every moment from the darkness of the soul. However, Pakde Narto was used to force himself to fight fear by directly coming and attacking the center and source of fear.
He looked around, trying to find an explanation for what had just happened. He is also still preparing the horses to prepare themselves and keep watch of anything that may happen in the next few moments.
Nothing happened after a while he stood across the river. The atmosphere was quiet and sultry again.
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The cemetery complex of Kaliabang village is almost the same as most cemeteries in the surrounding villages. Surrounded by walls with yellow paint, rough lighting and three frangipani trees whose trunks and twigs shade dull gravestones by time like an ancient giant umbrella.
Handoko plays his long machete, grabs the grass and gouges the ground, "Pakde, what are we dealing with now? From yesterday's village meeting, he said it was likely a bandit group threatening our village. It is also said that they have black magic and try to scare our village with witchcraft so that he can enter and plunder our village freely" said the young man.
"But pakde, I heard Pakde had seen the sighting in the Pratama river. Is that a ghost, sir? Or a demon, a creature?" cut Marwan.
Pakde Narto frowned, "Who said, Mar?"
Marwan rubbed the back of his neck, "Anu ... Anu ... Wati, sirde."
Indeed Wati, Pakde Narto's youngest wife was a childhood friend of Marwan and Handoko. Even Handoko's wife is Wati's close cousin. Until now they still often talk with familiar, and Pakde Narto understand that.
I shouldn't have told Wati that night, Pakde Narto thought. "I'm not really sure what I saw. Just a person. Therefore, we need to be careful and be prepared for whatever happens later" Pakde Narto replied lying.
He knew that this village was facing a mysterious but very powerful dark force. While all they can do is continue to be vigilant and as much as possible fight it, whatever it is.
Marwan shrugged both shoulders, "Whatever it is, with the pack here, even robbers or demons must have stopped from Kaliabang," he said. This statement was guaranteed by Lutfi and Handoko, only Irawan who was sweating grasping the hilt of his machete. Even when Handoko and Pakde Narto talked about the subject of marital life with obscenity and marched by Lutfi and Marwan, Irawan only leaned on the wall of the cemetery fence.
His palm was soaked in sweat and he felt very uncomfortable especially when then he heard the rustling sound of dried frangipani leaves falling on top of the grave, right behind him, behind the wall.
Irawan suddenly shouted like a possessed person, surprising Pakde Narto and his friends. There were thin, dark and dirty fingers creeping out from behind the wall. Before long appeared the head with a pinch of disheveled hair. His face could already be said to be shattered, there were no more eyes and nose, leaving an empty cavity filled with maggots. This undead crept up the wall, slowly but surely.
Irawan fell down, his machete was thrown out of his hand. Marwan, Handoko and Lutfi gawk. They stood stiffly behind Pakde Narto who had drawn his English sword.
"Devil!" Pakde Narto swore, then roared forward blasting his sword into the undead headstone that had almost jumped over the wall. His head was struck by the sword of Pakde Narto, and did not miss. However, the creature was still moving and showing off his teeth that were not intact anymore. Pakde Narto tried to pull back his sword with great difficulty. He even had to set his foot on the body of the corpse. After the sword was removed, Pakde Narto slashed a horizontal slash, severing the head of the creature.
The dead body doesn't move anymore. Naked grunting outside the cemetery fence. His head rolled away, falling in front of the two undead figures that came out through the grave gate.