The Angkara Murka
The Book of Obong - Smart People
"This village was built by the father's family, dozens, ah .. maybe hundreds of years ago," said Mr. Ngalimun opened the story. "Our family has unique habits, or call it weird. The name of the founder of the village is Ngalimun, just like the name of the father now. This was because the head of the family was obliged to name his eldest son by that name, Ngalimun," the father looked at Satria Piningit with a shady look.
Until there, Satria Piningit still understands and is not disturbed by what this father means as the uniqueness of his family.
"Once upon a time, many citizens practiced ancestral beliefs in their daily lives. Maybe because they don't know education. This also includes the ancestors of the father's family" he continued. "The first generation of Ngalimun family was known as smart people, so he respected the villagers. He is said to be able to talk with subtle-bodies, treat sick people because of use, and help the work of many citizens who are in trouble especially when in contact with the supernatural."
The way of telling Mr. Ngalimun makes Satria Piningit worried about his own mind, although he is still silent trying to follow where the direction of this story continues.
"In kinship count, the first generation Ngalimun, who first used the name Ngalimun, in Javanese is called by the term mbah wareng or fifth ancestor of the family of the father. Mbah wareng the father was the first to name his son with the same name, which is of course Ngalimun. Again in Java count, Mbah Ngalimun the second generation father is called by the term Mbah cangang. Many people at that time argued that the habit of giving the name of the same boy with mbah wareng this father is a condition requested by the jinn or other subtle creatures so that the Ngalimun family can stay and stay lead in this village. In the past the name of this village was Ngalimunan village, as a tribute to the Ngalimun family."
Satria Piningit took a deep breath and exhaled hesitantly. His heart slowly began to pump blood a little faster.
"Mbah cangah Ngalimun pak also then had a son, namely the great-grandfather of the father, which of course he gave the same name, namely Ngalimun. But the great-grandmother of Ngalimun not only had a son, but two men, plus another daughter. In the family belief of hereditary fathers, the brother of Mbah great-grandfather Ngalimun was not obliged to be given the same name. It would be confusing if all the boys were given the same name, wouldn't it?" ask Mr. Ngalimun while smiling.
Satria Piningit understands the intention of Mr. Ngalimun is to joke to make the atmosphere not too tense. But his heart was already racing fast, worried that something he feared would happen anyway.
"Who is Ngalimun's great-grand brother's name, sir?" satria Piningit asked impatiently.
"Priyambada, son."
Like being struck by lightning, Satria Piningit was surprised instead of playing. His feathers bristled and fear finally managed to ambush him, "What father do you mean?" satria Piningit asked with a raised voice.
"Yes, son Satria. Priyambada is the father's great-grandfather, the second of the three great-grandchildren of the father," patiently the father still lowered his tone despite getting an exaggerated and surprising reaction from Satrai Piningit.
"Mbah great-grandfather named Ngalimun also has a child, namely Mbah kakung or his own grandfather who was given the same name. Mbah Ngalimun had another son, the father of the father who later also named him Ngalimun, his own father."
Ngalimun, Ngalimun, Ngalimun, Ngalimun.
"Priyam who always met me was Priyambada, the great-grandson of the father who had died dozens .. I don't know how many years ago it was?" said Satria Piningit still can not believe, even though he had just seen the ghosts of grandmothers clearly. His soul still doubted the truth of the news about Priyam.
"How long did Priyam die, sir?" the question tends to take the form of a test. Satria Piningit hopes Mr. Ngalimin lies. After all, the Priyam he met and knew was his age.
"It's more or less your age, son Satria. If now, it might be comparable to the son of Junior High, that's what the father and father said when telling about our family life is hereditary" replied Mr. Ngalimun.
Satria Piningit's eyes were hot. It is true what Mr. Ngalimun said that Priyam was indeed the same age as him, "Then, what really happened to Priyambada when he was my age, sir?" satria Piningit tries to start being aware of this reality.
Mr. Ngalimun looked into his eyes fixedly, "Mbah great-grandfather Priyambada was burned to death when the villagers were angry with the family mbah cangah Ngalimun father," explained Pak Naglimun.
Satria Piningit's eyes are now blurred. There are tears in there.
"Mbah pergangah that time already felt that the way of life of the village people had begun to be wrong. His father, Mbah wareng, at that time used supernatural powers to do good things for the benefit of the villagers. Similarly, the mangosteen who try to make peace with invisible creatures. But residents are angry that the manggah often interfere with their evil practices such as necromancy to vent hatred against neighbors or neighboring villages by striking and swallowing. Residents have also begun to steal from others by using tuyul or performing pesugihan with a death toll. Mbah Canggah was then slandered, accused of being the one who carried out these shirk practices because it was his late father, namely Mbah wareng famous as a smart person," Pak Ngalimun Sighed deeply.
"At its peak, residents flocked to come at night carrying torches with anger. Mbah cangangah, his wife and their eldest son, the great-grandfather, were not at home. They are holding a ritual of tribute to the inhabitants of the Pratama river because the water flowed endlessly into the rice fields and farmer fields through small times. Priyambada's teenage great-grandmother was asleep. People are already emotional because there is no one in the house. They set fire to one part of the house as a threat but did not know that Priyambada was there. They only realized when the manggah and his family came home to find their son was dead baked in the house. Since then people call this village as Obong village which means 'burn'."
Satria Piningit couldn't help herself anymore. He stood up, "Mother, don't joke. You must have a son named Priyam, right?" he said with a high voice.
Mr. Naglimun shook his head slowly. "Father is Ngalimun who has not been given the trust of a mother by God, son. Ngalimun's family ended up in the father. Since that tragic incident, Ngalimun and his descendants decided to slowly leave life close to the supernatural and get closer to education and a good life."
Satria Piningit ran out of the house without saying goodbye. He was too shocked. He continued to run through the yard and open the fence when he saw from the corner of his eye, the figure of the grandmother he had seen, when it stood pecking under the jackfruit tree eating towards him. Satria Piningit skirted the terraces of the rice fields, hit the rice plants and mired in the mud. His breath was like he wanted to break up.