The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Verse Two
Soemantri Soekrasana was right, Wong Ayu thought to herself. Beyond his shock and confusion with this man named Satria Piningit, he must immediately rest and refresh so that not only his body is prime but his brain as well, to think of a plan ahead. But before, Satria Piningit needs to tell the story first, from the beginning in one piece.
On the other hand, Anggalarang and Sarti looked around and exchanged words in the air. They understood that Soemantri Soekrasana only wanted to know the relationship between Satria Piningit and Wong Ayu. Are they lovers who have been separated? Or even more than that? The point is Soemantri Soekrasana felt embarrassed and sultry with the arrival of Satria Piningit. Apparently the fire of romance suddenly burned it, in just a few days.
"Good, Satria. Tell me everything you know about Obong village," Soemantri Soekrasana ordered.
His words were clear and firm. Satria Piningit was lulled with those words. He nodded slowly, in a daze but the words coming out of his mouth were clean and organized. Soemantri Soekrasana makes it like a story-telling machine.
The story of Obong Village and Priyam and Wong Ayu's adolescence unraveled as clearly as possible.
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Night creeping slowly from the top continues to melt and melt like ice to the foot of the mountain, passing between trees, weeds and rocks rock. The cold came after, but it did not go slowly, but ambushed like a thief, penetrated the flesh and froze the bones.
But Affandi just sat down to step over an arrangement of mountain rocks that some parts flat, right on the edge of the cliff. He didn't feel the cold that the fucker was coming all of a sudden. Actually, he felt nothing.
It is difficult to describe it indeed, but Affandi almost feels like he is in a daze. But that feeling was also not exactly said to be dazed.
He could remember everything that happened before he died. Indeed there are some parts that seem to be lost or reversed in the sequence, but if he concentrates a little, then the pieces are easy to connect.
But he did not feel other feelings such as fear, pain, anger or hate. It was like a feather of a bird that fell floating on top of a lake.
Affandi took a breath watching the shaded trees and slowly disappeared from view as darkness came over him. Straight in his view, the dots of light began to be seen as the lights started to turn on. A resident village located under the foot of the mountain is seen preparing for the change of day.
The village is Obong village.
Long time he stayed there. All the feelings and emotions he had seemed to evaporate, but not with his sensitivity and instinct.
From the end of his eyes, he could see in the darkness, something came opening the night curtain behind him. The figure walked slowly but surely and did not shyly show himself.
A pair of Affandi's eyes can now see in the dark. The hearing becomes sharp, so it can even hear the needle falling to the ground at a distance of several meters around it. So it is not difficult to understand the figure that appears suddenly but is full of silence.
Affandi stood up and then turned around. He expects nothing. Fucking ghosts, cursed demons, cursed demons, or ugly witches will not surprise him.
Standing there so majestically. The dark night was pierced by the moonlight that Affandi had unexpectedly existed, slipping through the trees and rocks of the hill. A beautiful woman is not depicted. His face line was firm but beautiful. His pair of eyes were playing around excitedly, beautiful, charming as well as full of temptation.
His body was wrapped in flaming green kemben that connected with the same pitched jar cloth with just an additional golden and silvery luster playing each other out. The jarite cloth that covered the lower part of the female body meandered so long and wide, covering the ground and rocks of this mountain rock.
His skin exuded an indescribable, unspeakable, unspeakable beauty. The woman standing in front of Affandi is like bringing the sky down with her.
Affandi. His knees were trembling and weak, but both of his legs seemed to be fixated.
At first he was sure he would not be surprised or feel anything at this mysterious figure, but in fact, all emotions and feelings came hunting like a flood, flash flood. His chest was full of wanting to explode.
He slowly realized what felt like a man like Kardiman Setil, his adoptive brother who had died horribly. How Kardiman Setil saw a beautiful woman with all her beauty. How to block his blood flow. How he wanted to cling to his slender waist and feel his chest squeezing the solid chest of the woman, then overlapping it, making their two bodies into one.
His nerves were stung, his heart was pounded.
The angel in green opened her mouth, "You, my son, a new man. How does it feel to be alive?"
Sembak abab fragrant various flowers increasingly caress Affandi from his sloping.
"Cn ... Who are you, princess?" answer Affandi in the form of questions.
"I raised you up and gave you a new purpose in life, which is different from your old way of life which is only about money and power. I will give you life itself, my son."
Affandi is clearly confused by this beautiful woman's answer, and why she keeps calling herself 'my son'.
"Humans are always confined to lust and desire, that is already their basic nature. Therefore, immortality does not deserve them to embrace."
Affandi. He was still too shocked by the change in feeling within him. Rise from the dead, feeling nothing, until it suddenly falls in a pit of charm and is stuffed with meaningless words in its ears.
"Our people, creatures like us are cursed in eternity, the opposite of you. But we have a purpose. A goal that is constantly being renewed to keep pace with the way the world jokes. We see humans killing each other, shoulder to shoulder, then fighting again, then reaching civilization, then destroying it again. We play a role in it, not meddling or nosy. It is not just about filling this unlimited time. We get involved in human passions like a rooster crowing in the morning, as a necessity. We cannot escape, because we have a purpose and attachment to humans. The pretender bastards have power over themselves" the woman said at length.
"But, my son, you don't have to worry. We also had fun in this game of life, and you have me choose to be the best pawn and gacoan at the moment."
Finished speaking, the woman dressed in green clothes walked slowly, like a float, approaching Affandi who was still locked by a charm that he could not explain.
Affandi's body couldn't move at all. His hair bristles, he creeps. All the flavors that were lost came back, paid for completely.