The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse Four
The atmosphere was momentarily calm and quiet.
"You are strange, Mas" Soemantri Soekrasana said. "The ghost of the little boy, what's his name, Priyam? Yes, Priyam. He ‘kan lost, you never saw him again after I don't know how long he stuck near you. Now you're looking for him. Then right now you're seeing a ghost and acting surprised."
The atmosphere calmed back. Stiff and weird.
Soemantri Soekrasana decided to call 'Mas' to Satria Piningit, especially since she knew that Wong Ayu and Satria Piningit were the same age, making friends in their early teens.
"You haven't answered my question, Soemantri, yet" Wong Ayu's voice melted the strange stiffness for a few seconds.
Soemantri Soekrasana scratched her neck which was clearly not itchy. "long story. Somehow I also just found out that my family and I are connected to the village. I'll tell you sometime more about the kuntilanak who always followed me. Probably similar to Priyam, Mas. But the difference is that this ghost is female. With a pitiful pale face it appeared many times while I was bathing. You can imagine, right?"
Soemantri Soekrasana chuckles. His laughter turned out to be contagious to Anggalarang who had a pretty splashy laugh. Satria Piningit laughed too. It seems Soemantri Soekrasana felt guilty for making the atmosphere for a moment was strange and unpleasant. It was a kind of peaceful statement from him towards Satria Piningit.
After a slight pause, Anggalarang looked at Wong Ayu, "You alone, what is your job, Wong Ayu? Frankly, I've never seen anyone as claustrophobic as you. You were so horrible when you became Durga. No wonder people hear your name. But look at you now" said Anggalarang, inviting everyone there to watch the woman in the front seat. "You don't look terrible at all, even the opposite. Isn't that right, Satria?" Anggalarang patted the shoulder of Satria Piningit who was driving. The one patted up puts on a smile. Anggalarang even with a tengil style glances towards Soemantri Soekrasana.
It is also worth hearing the speech of this Anggalarang. Wong Ayu has turned into an amazingly beautiful and attractive woman. Low chest cleavage tight shirt, as well as fashionable jogger pants will not make people think that this woman is a magic swordsman who has extraordinary magical power and has killed many people with his hands.
"I'm a journalist."
All speechless. Only Sarti was busy chewing ginger candy that he had bought before leaving earlier. Human life and its mysteries do not make it easy to be surprised let alone aghast. Understandably, he has lived hundreds of years which gives him enough time to get to know their nature and various backgrounds. Even his own life could be said to be always surprising and strange.
"I was one of the journalists who chased the news about Gatotkaca, a man who had been involved with the incident in Pajuritan," he said staring straight ahead. "It turns out I actually got news about him. The figure was confirmed to be real and seen to be on whose side."
"You met Gatotkaca?" satria Piningit.
No one listened, let alone answered. Anggalarang and Soemantri Soekrasana were about to ask further, but were confused about which word to use and what to start with.
The man looked at the back seat. He smiles.
"Don't try to ask me," Sarti threatened tightly.
He turned his body and looked ahead. Soemantri Soekrasana laughed softly, while Wong Ayu smiled again.
Satria Piningit took a deep breath. What kind of experience is this, he thought.
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There are two bishop buildings, two shopping areas, and many restaurants and cafes. The smell of coffee and toast brought this bunch of humans to a different atmosphere altogether.
Anggalarang Apartment is located in the middle of the city. The room can be said to be luxurious and clean. Anggalarang itself turned out to be known as a man with a high artistic taste. The aesthetic value of monochrome rooms, minimalist interiors and above-average neatness make all amazed.
Soemantri Soekrasana felt like a goat entering a hotel.
"Are you an interior expert or an OCD sufferer, Anggalarang?" tanya Soemantri Soekrasana.
"I don't mind you guys unpacking my room. Soemantri, you can find the right clothes in my closet. I'm not bothered by my body odor either, I don't know about the others. I have to shower myself. You have to queue up" Anggalarang replied casually. This answer confirms that he is not a patient with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder who is always anxious about cleanliness and regularity.
Soemantri Soekrasana kissed her shirt. It smells amazing, he thought. He also did not hesitate to open the Anggalarang closet. He picked up a piece of a long-sleeved, cream-colored shirt. He sat in a chair in front of a computer, waiting for his turn to take a shower.
Wong Ayu and Sarti sat on a sofa. Both close their eyes. While Satria Piningit dead style, confused what to do. He then decided to get out of the room, down, to his car to take clothes from his bag while stalling for time so as not to be in the apartment room owned by Anggalarang for too long.
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"Thank you for trying so well to help me fight the female demon, when you know that I am the cause of it all" Wong Ayu told Soemantri Soekrasana. The two were sitting in a cafe at the end of the street.
Initially, Wong Ayu needed a wifi connection to provide reports on the online mass media where he worked.
Soemantri Soekrasana was surprised that in Wong Ayu's bag, in addition to a kelewang that had been used to slash the heads of humans, and the robe of his greatness, Wong Ayu also carried 'normal' equipment' others such as a tablet, clothes, even bathing needs.
Like women's bags in general, Soemantri Soekrasana believes that women actually use the magic bag belonging to Doraemon. I don't know what else was carried in the bag. He would not be surprised if Wong Ayu took out an umbrella, a rain coat, even a makeshift tent from inside the bag.
The proof is that now, after the bath, she has changed completely into a beautiful woman. No one could have guessed that the beautiful figure was a magic swordsman anyway. Not only powerful, but perhaps horrible and cruel to some.
Wong Ayu pinched her thick, black curls. This simple movement can make a Soemantri Soekrasana hold her breath.
He wore a black tanktop that stuck tightly to form the indentation of his body. He covered the tanktop with a cream-colored cardigan, matching Soemantri Soekrasana's borrowed shirt. Both legs were clad in tight blue jeans. He was wearing a pair of canvas shoes.
After running away with his duties, Soemantri Soekrasana came to the cafe. Be both currently smoking cigarettes lintingan Soemantri Soekrasana while sipping espresso.
"No need to thank me, Ma'am. I told you, maybe this is the way. We were met not without reason" replied Soemantri Soekrasana.