The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Twenty-seven
Soemantri Soekrasana felt like a civilized man again. He had taken a shower, washed his face, brushed his teeth and changed his clothes. His slightly long hair was already combed to the side. He was wearing a new shirt, a long, gray sleeve whose arms were rolled up to the elbows. His trousers changed into black cloth material pants. Keris Mpu Gandring no longer he tucked back on the waist of the back and closed with his jeans that he cleaned like that, but was put in his sling bag.
He opened the door and saw a red kuntilanak floating in front of him.
"Sat! A bitch! You always make me hang. Once again you appear suddenly like this, I prick your ass with this kris," Soemantri Soekrasana threatened while fingering the headwaters of Mpu Gandring keris on the surface of her sling bag.
The red kuntilanak giggled. The sound of his poignant laughter echoed within the room of the toilet and bathroom.
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"Dog! What is this, Kar? I've seen invulnerable people, dead people and coming back to life many times. But not with ghosts. Kuntilanak anyway," maki Affandi as they tried to get as far away from the male toilet building as possible.
"You don't think I'm afraid, what? Seeing a corpse rise again is not much by seeing such a wandering spirit earlier," replied Kardiman Setil.
Affandi walked back and forth ruffling his hair in frustration.
"That means there's really something about that guy. I feel like a scared pussy seeing a ghost. But I was scared. Only I can't accept this situation," Affandi sounded furious and frightened.
Kardiman Setil was about to respond, but was stopped by Affandi, "Enough, enough. You must be thinking what I'm thinking" Affandi took the phone out of his pocket and pressed a number on his touch screen.
"Af, are you sure? Don't we ask Marsudi first? Usually you're the most obedient and understanding of her wishes."
"Not this time. Importantly, we have to get that keris from the guy. That bitch's kuntilanak can't get in our way. And you better come use your phone now."
Kardiman Setil ruffled her waist for a few seconds to normalize her heartbeat. He then took a cell phone and touched the screen. The cold air is still very pronounced. The sunlight dimmed, further cooling the wind that crawled above the ground.
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In the past when the disease outbreak attacked, there was the term isuk loro afternoon died - morning sick, afternoon died, which explains how ferocious a certain disease. In the era of Mataram, or Nusantara in colonialism, people died in a row and in a fast time. In the present day, the wana are described in a scientific way: the bubonic plague spread by rats, or the pestilence of the bacterium Yersinia pestis from rice purchased from Burma in the year one thousand nine hundred eleven, or the influx of the Spanish flu.
Unrecorded in history, indeed pagebluk or disaster the disease is not uncommon not to occur naturally. In the eyes of science, pageblocks are common in various parts of the world in the history of nation civilization, but for the view of people like Sarti, the, magical powers often interfere in this situation.
He remembered when one time, the graceful green-clad ayu woman who was always present when she was dying or rising from the dead passed through a village with her entourage. Female and male soldiers, all dressed in green with full weapons paved the way, flying. For some, they can see the soldiers in the form of blazing balls of fire jumping. There are also those who can't really see it because when they open their eyes, their lives are at stake. People call them lampur or lampor.
In a trance-like state, he saw the princess sitting in her chariot hovering in midair, pulled by six horses that barely stepped on the ground behind the invisible soldiers. The clattering sound of train chimes makes normal human hair bristles and guts shrivel. Hundreds of years Sarti heard various stories of people in the form of myths, legends and folklore that at this time the princess was on her way from the South Sea to Mount Merapi in the north.
But the pagebluk can also be due to the power of evil that is so great. A powerful person can spread disease outbreaks to an area that causes many residents who suffer from ulcers, scabies, pathhek, bubul, and the like. So it is known that people who are sick in the morning, sorenya died.
In front of her two eyeballs, Sarti noticed that even in modern times, hundreds of years after her time, she witnessed similar events. Villagers flocked to leave their homes in panic, such as fleeing erupting mountains or floods. Young and old carry their essentials only. They ride in trucks, pick-up cars or motorcycles. They walked quite slowly, because there were also some residents who were still the tallest and walked as much as possible.
Sarti saw all of it from the top of the tree that morning. He felt a magical call like a beacon emitting a bright light from this area, the village of Kaliabang to be exact. The beacon called him to come. This was definitely his mission that he had been waiting for a long time in his life this time. But strangely, the Maung who had fought with him also felt the same way.
What does this have to do with the white tiger?
Sarti jumped again as fast as lightning from tree to tree. Sunlight like needles entered through the sidelines of twigs and leaves are not able to disguise his figure if he decided to run on the ground. As a result, he just leapt on the branches by combining the science of lightening the body and saifi wind.
A few hundred meters from the group of people who were displaced, he saw there were several other residents, numbering dozens, male, young and middle-aged. They don't look like the people left behind. They stood watchful, scattered on narrow paved roads all the way to bushes and plantations. The men prepare themselves with machetes, kudhi, sickles or celurites and cleaver. They covered the access out of the village with a pedati, burning tires, wood and bamboo nailed and made in such a way as to form a kind of fortress or fence and prepare some motorcycles.
Sarti frowned behind his banner mask. Signal in the form of a bluish beam emanating from a legendary keris that last night he and the Maung felt was no longer felt. But there must be a reason why he was pulled here.
The question was answered shortly. From the top of the trees it was easy for Sarti to look far in all directions. There were many shadows moving closer to the access of the road. One man was seen running away from the shadow that was very much approaching closely chasing him like a collection of black ants.