The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Twenty Five
Soemantri Soekrasana then nodded. "We need an army to fight and prevent the demons from wandering in this world. Not that I doubt my abilities, but I doubt my own. I don't know how strong I can fight against black magic that is really thick and concentrated," continued Soemantri Soekrasana.
He scratched his head that did not itch, making his hair thick and slightly shaky. Wong Ayu smiled to herself without being seen Soemantri Soekrasana. It was only on this occasion that he was able to see more clearly the face and appearance of the young man. The skin is tanned, tends to be dark, but there is a 'strong' and 'manly' impression of that color. The skin of his sunburned face was oval but sharp on his chin. Mustache, sideburns and a thin beard decorate his face that is now wrinkled signifies he is thinking hard.
Wong Ayu admitted that this young man was actually quite handsome, although probably not the kind of man who could make him fall in love.
"So, mbak. How should we?" soemantri Soekrasana's question disperse the daydreams of Wong Ayu.
The woman herself suddenly felt silly having thought of a no-no. To cover up his nervousness he again massaged his forehead for a while, then drank a warm tea that had actually become cold.
"You have Mpu Gandring, don't you? That lucky kris can hurt anyone, including people with any kind of science and any creatures. No matter the creature is jinn, gendruwo, kuntilanak or sundel bolong, let alone humans with magic such as rawarontek or pancasona. With your keris, we can kill the bastard. After all, your pet red kuntilanak will be able to do it. I saw him last night helping you escape the magical woman's attack" Wong Ayu replied.
Soemantri Soekrasana chuckled softly, "First, I did not take care of the red cunt. He came with me for some reason that I can't, won't and won't tell you. Second, maybe my kris can hurt and even kill all kinds of creatures, but I'm just a human being who can get tired, hurt and killed. My martial arts and intelligence are clearly not as high as you, mbak. So, before I could get close to the creature, I would've become a corpse."
Soemantri Soekrasana opened her sling bag, took out a piece of cigarette paper, put it on the table. He then reached into his bag again to pick up a pinch of tobacco. He rolled it slowly, put it on his lips and started burning it. He is not an active smoker. Smoking is just a prank.
"You mind making one for me?" wong Ayu said.
Soemantri Soekrasana smoked her rolling cigarette, exhaled her smoke into the air, then closed her eyes, "I'll be honest, mbak," she told Wong Ayu without opening her eyes. "I'm really curious about you. But I will try to be someone who does not easily judge and judge someone from the outside. I also appreciate the secret, just as I don't want to open wide the secret door about myself, either," he then opened his eyes and looked fixedly at the round eyes and the flickering eye book in front of him, "I will make a cigarette for you, ma'am, as a sign of our cooperation. But I have to promise to tell me what it feels necessary to cast the creature and its cronies."
Wong Ayu took Soemantri Soekrasana's right hand which was holding a cigar, forcing her to move the cigarette to her left hand. Wong Ayu shook that hand steadily. Soemantri Soekrasana shook her head, but then put her cigarette to the cooker. He picked up the paper and tobacco from his bag again. A new round of cigarettes was given to Wong Ayu.
Wong Ayu pinched the cigarette between her thick, bright red lips, then looked around. When he found that no one was watching him, he lit his cigarette by creating a small flame from the tip of his index finger. Wong Ayu smoked the cigarette slowly, full of pleasure, leaving Soemantri Soekrasana's mimic full of shock again.
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Kardiman Setil is actually watching a curly-haired woman, wide-eyed and crazy in a low-lying collared shirt sitting on the bench across the street until he saw a young man who was with the woman. At first he thought that the man was the husband or at least the girlfriend of the woman. He has no intention at all to mess with the wife or spouse of another person. Not that I can't, but what for? After all, at a time like today, playing women may not be a wise choice. However, that did not mean he could not spoil his eyes with the beautiful scenery.
Affandi sat next to him, drinking a cup of hot coffee. He had booked a room in a coffee shop, a food stall and this inn for his brother, Marsudi, who had to rest or maybe meditate to find clues for the next step. If it had been like this, it might have been a few hours that their old brother would have remained in his position, without eating or drinking at all. Eating is also not too important for Marsudi.
Large and small vehicles stop at the center of the village, which consists of traditional markets, shops and warehouses, food stalls and coffee shops, there are even about three inns set up in this place.
If according to the previous plan, they should have reached Obong village this morning. Last night's experience made them have to really prepare for everything. Up ahead, there is still another village which according to the information they got named Kaliabang, then they can reach Obong village. I don't know what they'll face later.
Kardiman Setil is already feeling hot. He hasn't had a shower, hasn't changed his clothes, hasn't perfumed. All of that is the need for his life, as big as eating a drink, or the need for meditating Marsudi. Affandi himself only grimaced to understand what his foster brother felt, "You obviously need to take a bath, Kar. I'm lazy to see you're like a worm in the ashes, overheating, rocking there rocking here feeling really uncomfortable."
"I'd rather not eat than not shower and change clothes, Af," replied Kardiman Setil looks uncomfortable with his own circumstances.
He stood up and was just about to step foot into the parking lot to pick up the toiletries and change in his van when he threw a glance at the beautiful woman's bench across the street. It was not the woman who caught his attention this time, but the man. Whether it was her husband or boyfriend, or maybe her sister, she did look a little younger. Her not-so-attractive stature, in addition to her slightly disheveled hair, turned out to make Kardiman Setil fixated for a moment. The couple, or whoever they were, stood up to leave, when Kardiman Setil accidentally caught a glimpse, a kris sticking out of the waist of the back of the man. Kardiman Setil sat back and looked at Affandi. He whispered, "Af, did you see that young man with that woman?"
Affandi turned slightly in the direction Kardiman Setil was heading. Affandimemandang Kardiman Setil fixedly, "You have no intention of disturbing the woman, do you, Kar? Forget it, I don't want to take care of it that way" Affandi said as he re-attached his back to the back of the chair.
"Fuck you, Af! That's not. I also abstain from disturbing people's wives, such as not being able to find other women who are single" protested Kardiman Setil. "The young man carried a keris around his waist."
"Then?" affandi said briefly.
Kardiman Setil closed his eyes and closed his jaw furiously, "You are so stupid. We got here because Marsudi wants to hunt a kris."
"I'm stupid? You're the dumb one. Just because you saw the keris you concluded it was the keris that Marsudi's brother was looking for?"
"Try you think a little. We've arrived here, what a coincidence that I saw someone carrying a kris?"
"Abang Marsudi has not shown any sign about the heirloom keris he was looking for. We have to trust him. It has been proven that this trip is not an ordinary trip," replied Affandi casually.
Kardiman Setil rubbed his forehead in frustration, "How often do you see people tucking a kris around his waist and being carried everywhere? Did you see him wearing Javanese customary clothes? Did you see her dressed as a mastermind or Javanese bride? No ‘kan?"