The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ken Arok already felt that one day he would become a great man, respected, respected and even feared. He has been unfortunate to fill himself with experiences and dreams. Robbing and killing are the basic capital to be able to face various conditions and challenges ahead there.
His ambition for this peak of power is reinforced by the charm of Ken Dedes. The woman was endowed with a heavenly beauty that made her spirit explode. One time, where he was forced to prostrate when the princess' entourage passed by, Ken Arok raised his head. Jarit Ken Dedes was spread so wide from a stretcher. Ken Arok saw the incredible beauty radiated from the groin indentation continuously barging inward.
Once the oar of two three islands is exceeded, so the saying goes in line with the saying of the priest Lohgawe that anyone who can marry Ken Dedes will become a great king. However, Ken Dedes is currently the wife of an akuwu named Tunggul Ametung from a region under the rule of the Kadhiri kingdom, Tumapel.
Basic Ken Arok who is a famous robber and fugitive of the kingdom of Kadhiri, the nature of forcing his will is used to make a big plan to kill Stump Ametung and marry the beautiful Ken Dedes. This grand plan that was laid out later began with the desire of Ken Arok to make a kris as his weapon. His adoptive father named Bango Samparan suggested that he order keris to his closest friend named Mpu Gandring. Mpu is a powerful keris maker in the Lulumbang region.
Keris made by Mpu Gandring which is an order of Ken Arok is made from metal material from the sky, the latitude of the cube that falls to the earth. In other words, it was made from metal contained in meteorites. With the magic of the Mpu, the meteorite metal was not only forged into a beautiful dagger, but also 'incorporated' all sorts of spiritual and magical powers and energies.
Ken Arok asked the keris to be completed within five months, even though the Mpu took up to a year. The impatient and stubborn and ambitious nature of Ken Arok made him stick the unfinished keris made into the body of the mpu because it was considered negligent to do his responsibilities. Before Mpu Gandring was killed, he had given a curse to Ken Arok, that he and his descendants would be killed in the same way, stabbed by his artificial keris.
Time passed, Ken Arok managed to kill Tunggul Ametung, married Ken Dedes and became king in Java by defeating the king of Kadhiri, who was the king of Kadhiri, namely Dandang Gendis or Kertajaya and established a new kingdom called Singasari in the year one thousand two hundred and twenty-two. However, the curse of Mpu Gandring becomes real, six people are killed by the keris, including Ken Arok himself who was killed by Anusapati, the son of Ken Dedes and Tunggul Ametung. To reduce the evil air of the curse of keris Mpu Gandring and break the chain of bloodshed and grudges between the descendants of Ken Arok and Tunggul Ametung, son of Anusapati who became king Singasari titled Vishnuwardhana, throwing the temple of Mpu Gandring to the crater of Mount Kelud.
The legend goes on, allegations come and go regarding the true existence of the kris. Therefore, Marsudi who actually has begun to understand that the keris Mpu Gandring has reappeared on earth, will not want to let go of this opportunity. The keris can make him a leader and ruler who stands in the sky looking at the world under his feet.
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Three MPV cars are grey and white, two black SUVs and two double cab pickup trucks simultaneously stopped at the ground parking lot in front of the food stall which also serves as a hostel in the village of Praguritan leaving dust soaring into the air. The atmosphere of the village is shady and tends to be cloudy it can not cover the interest of the residents to the arrival of this group.
One by one the figures of the man with the face of the sangar, cold and unfriendly came out of the vehicle. There were about thirty strangers carrying dark colored bags and headed straight for the food stall.
The people who saw them whispered to each other and stole a glance. The sound of car doors closed that followed each other echoed in the midst of the sudden silence. It slowly rained. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, a few hours after Affandi decided to contact them.
"I would be absolutely crazy if I was told to face that bitch ghost again," Affandi replied with a tense face.
"But this is overkill. How many are they? Twenty, thirty threes of thugs? And they're not just thugs, Af. You're calling the assassins."
There is no visible change in the facial expression of Affandi with the question Kardiman Setil. "You've always worked alone, so I understand that you're uncomfortable working with a group. But me and Marsudi's brother are the head thugs, Kar. It's our way of working, using power and men. Not only thugs and skank capital of recklessness that we muster. The assassins, even the army of professional assailants, must be within our power."
Kardiman Setil sighed. "You don't think Marsudi's gonna get angry?"
"I thought otherwise, Kar. Anyway, do you want to grab the kris yourself? Or waking up a brother from his seed for hours?"
Kardiman Setil is silent. His large body seemed to shrink considering the horror of the red kuntilanak that attacked him this morning or the shadow had to wake his adoptive brother.
Affandi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Kar, brother yesterday had died. He was hacked and cut off his head. He was indeed powerful, but imagining the pain he received, restoring strength was an absolute must for him. If we want this to work soon, we'll do it ourselves. We robbed that young man today. We force the owners of these inns, food stalls and villages if necessary to follow our will and not interfere in our affairs. And to carry it out, ten people is not enough, Kar, let alone two."
Kardiman Setil nodded quickly at Affandi's explanation. He understood everything well.
"Good, fine. We'll do it soon, quickly. I don't know what the kuntilanak will do if we work a lot like this" he said.
Kardiman Setil looked at Affandi timidly. "You know, Af. I feel silly being frightened by ghosts" Kardiman Setil laughed softly.
Affandi patted his foster brother on the shoulder and snorted, "You think why do I call them all? Because maybe I'm more scared than you are. So there's no need to be embarrassed, Kar."