The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Thirty Four
"Please mas Lutfi. Please understand our situation. This is all we can do for the Kaliabang brothers. Stay a day in this village. We have some small inns, houses that can accommodate residents. Tomorrow morning we will send residents to report to the authorities or check the situation in the village of Kaliabang. At least do not let kinsmen Kaliabang rained and starved," said the village chief trying to be wise.
Seen once the burden that was on his shoulders in finding a way out was the problem they faced.
Lutfi clenched his jaw. The wound on his three severed fingers twitched strongly.
"No need, village chief. Everything's gonna be too late. We have to go to the next village, ask for help and give a warning to the people of the Pajuritan about the disaster that came sweeping. We can only pray to the Almighty that the village of Pancasona be kept away from doom and wrathful angkara" he said firmly.
Lutfi knew that it was not easy to make a decision, but he himself was also in a critical state. There is no bargaining in this important matter.
The atmosphere of the village hall became boisterous again. Various questions, statements, doubts and even fears of the citizens of Pancasona exchanged. Lutfi and all the Kaliabang residents decided to leave the village immediately to avoid the calamity that was rolling down. They all agreed that they spent too much time trying to convince the people of Pancasona to protect themselves or at least to seek a way out against these real pageblues.
The group returned to the truck and cars and vehicles that exist. Women and children were placed in roofed vehicles because the heavy rain was enough to make them wet and shiver.
Locals themselves witnessed that this scene and scene were heartbreaking. Despite the opinion of the village chief and some people who are considered to be quite underestimating the beliefs of the Kaliabang people about the disaster they face, some Pancasona residents think that it is impossible for villagers to flock, hundreds in number, and hundreds in number, leave their hometowns if only because of unclear issues or hallucinations that cannot be proven.
They must have sensed and witnessed the real attack of the supernatural figure they believed was dangerous.
"Mas Lutfi," a middle-aged man approached him as all the citizens were preparing to leave Pancasona.
"I'm sorry, my name is Wardiman," he looked at Lutfi with a clumsy feeling.
"Yes, Mr. Wardiman. Hows it? Can I help you?" answer Lutfi.
"Mmc ... How to say yes, mas. That way. I and my family, and actually there are many others, feel that the story of Lutfi and the people of Kaliabang can not be underestimated. We ... Ah ... We, planning to join the group to the village of Prajuritan, to seek refuge there," continued the resident slowly.
"Sir Wardiman is sure? I was worried that the actions of the father were not approved by the village officials and were considered to only create panic. After all, we don't have many vehicles to bring your father and family," Lutfi replied a little unsightly.
"Well, for that it doesn't matter, lutfi. We will bring our own cars and vehicles. Even it seems to still contain quite a few people from the citizens of Kaliabang. We also have quite a lot of relatives in Pajuritan, maybe it can be a little help for the course of communication. In addition, safety concerns are our own right. If village officials can't guarantee or at least give us a sense of security, what can we do but create that sense of security ourselves?" the father changed sumringah. The father seemed a little relieved.
Lutfi smiled and nodded.
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Irawan got off the bike, looked around and found Lutfi.
The two hugged tightly, happy to still be given life and a chance to meet. After letting go of the relief, Lutfi counted the number of people who came with Irawan. Knowing this, Irawan shook his head, showing indeed that they lost some people when fighting the undead and the female demon.
Irawan also explained that they were helped by Pakde Narto who was still safe, as well as two strange figures who had high magic, although now he did not know how the condition of Pakde Narto.
Lutfi nodded in understanding, although he also wondered who the mysterious figure Irawan described. He has also explained to Irawan about the behavior and response of Pancasona village officials. He could not really blame them for being doubtful and confused about this situation. But on the other hand, he could not delay to immediately seek protection for the citizens. Thankfully there are some residents, more than he anticipated, realizing not to risk their safety.
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Irawan decided to keep riding the bike with his colleagues. He deliberately allowed the residents to go first and become guards at the back of the entourage.
After about ten to fifteen minutes after the residents left the village of Pancasona, Irawan felt something like he had previously felt in the village of Kaliabang. His sitting fur was bristling, his cold sweat was flowing and his muscles were stiffening. His eyes seemed to be led in some direction.
Sure enough, from a distance, with the lights of the building that had been lit and the lightning that shone, Irawan saw figures, dozens maybe in number, down the hill behind the village. He knows how they walk. Maybe one or two will not be visible to his eyes, but with that amount
It can't be wrong!
Irawan glared at the many residents still standing in front of shops, inns, warehouses and other buildings. They talked to each other about this excitement and like sending the departure of the citizens of Kaliabang and some of their citizens as well.
Irawan sighed bitterly, feeling unable to do much. "Sorry," he murmured. "Pancasona has also fallen," he said more to himself. Then he interrupted his motorbike and run fast following the group of citizens.
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A father and son had just returned from their fields by a shortcut. That meant they had to pass through a graveyard at the foot of a small hill behind their village. Usually they pass through a detour through the gardens of other residents to exchange greetings or look at the plantation environment only. But this afternoon it rained down on the earth so the father decided to finish their work in the garden and go through the road faster to get home. A glass of tea, coffee or hot ginger would be able to warm their bodies, he thought.
The father of the child was laughing while running in a race against the rain when they came across three young men from a village they knew well enough. The father was just about to greet the three, but his smile disappeared when he saw them all bare-chested in the rain. There were scratches on their chests that formed a sort of Javanese text. The three youths looked at the poor pair of fathers and sons coldly. Nahas for both of them because they had not had time to really understand what was going on when the group of the undead tore their bodies apart quickly while their roars were muffled by the sound of rain.