The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Five
Wong Ayu looked at Soemantri Soekrasana, then smiled. "I don't want to forbid you from calling me 'mom'. It's just that I'm a little uncomfortable. How about you replace it with 'Yu'. Let's just say it's part of my name, which is Ayu. Besides, at the same time you can still call me by a similar designation as mbak, which is Yu from Mbakyu."
Soemantri Soekrasana chuckles. "Well, a good decision, Yu."
Both giggle. Then a moment of silence.
"You're great, you can penetrate that world, Soemantri. Even I need to experience all the sadness and hatred so far in order to be achieved by the forces of other realms" continued Wong Ayu.
"You realize you saw me naked, naked?" wong Ayu said suddenly. His face lowered, his pair of eyes staring at the black solution of coffee.
Soemantri Soekrasana was excited to hear Wong Ayu's question.
"Wait, wait, Yu. It's not like that. Yu's point, is when we're inside the blood lake isn't it?"
Soemantri Soekrasana straightened her body. "So, our body in another world is the image of our body in the world. They are similar, but both are different bodies. When we are in that other world, our physical body is not there. The term is just a copy of our body."
"I knew. But the same is true ‘kan there is a basis. My body that you see as immaculate in the demon world is my real body shape as well, right?"
Soemantri Soekrasana was at a loss for words. At that moment, it did not cross that thought at all. But now, when Wong Ayu brought it up, inevitably the normal male mind of Soemantri Soekrasana groped the beauty of Wong Ayu's body.
He immediately dismissed that thought.
"then, what do you think of my body?" ask Wong Ayu later, in her mischievous style.
Soemantri Soekrasana was wide-eyed and her tongue was twisted.
However, Wong Ayu was devastated. "I'm kidding, Soemantri. If you were some kind of pervert like my victims, you wouldn't have survived a day" Wong Ayu said. This time with a threatening look to Soemantri Soekrasana.
This time, Soemantri Soekrasana could not decide whether Wong Ayu was joking or not.
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Sarti lay on the sofa. His slender body was submerged in the comfortable cushioning cushion of the Anggalarang apartment sofa.
Satria Piningit looked at the figure of a woman who was hundreds of years old. He still could not believe that he saw the figure of Ratna Manggali, the daughter of a legendary figure who is respected on the island of Java and Bali, the Calonarang.
In her eyes, Sarti looked like an ordinary, beautiful woman. Lying like a weak woman, but that figure was only a sleeping tiger.
Another one again. He also looks very tired. He also decided to sleep in his room, after cleaning up some things first, including the wardrobe that had been messy because Soemantri Soekrasana actually took clothes from there.
Satria Piningit smiled, lest Anggalarang was indeed a sufferer of OCD as Soemantri Soekrasana said, her inner being.
He himself was still confused to do what. These four people have decided to postpone the discussion of what they will do after this later, when they have finished bathing, resting, eating, and so on, drink or do whatever they want first.
It was just that now he felt strangely absent-minded. What he should do. And first of all, why did he have to come back here?
Soemantri Soekrasana may have a point. What is he looking for again? Priyam's presence also disrupted his life. Her twins are often scared. His wife was also often agitated without knowing what the cause was. He himself felt no obligation to find out what happened to Priyam when the ghost disappeared.
But, with the same argument as the four members of the Angkara Chess, he is also drawn by a mysterious force to come here and possibly, meet them.
Satria Piningit took a deep breath. He exited the room of the Anggalarang apartment again.
Sarti followed Satria Piningit away with one of her eyes.
Sarti also saw a magical figure attached to Satria Piningit's back. He can't see clearly. This kind of business is the work of Soemantri Soekrasana and Wong Ayu.
But he knew for sure that the figure was not a good entity.
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Satria Piningit walked into a hallway between the large buildings of the shop. It felt like it was being sucked into a very different dimension.
The hallway was not dark and did not seem shabby at all. There is even a store that sells electrical appliances as well as two grocery stores with good lighting. It was just the atmosphere that made it so different.
Satria Piningit does not smoke, but she often retreats from the world and finds a quiet place like this. In the past, he would see Priyam in her original form standing in one of the darkest corners. He did not greet her, none of them would speak and share words. The two were only silent for ten minutes until the figure of the boy disappeared slowly in front of Satria Piningit's eyes.
This time he did not expect Priyam to appear, because Priyam could not appear since the mysterious disappearance some time ago.
He went to the corner of this hall because there was a figure waiting for him there.
"Who are you really? Why do you always follow me?" satria Piningit said on a figure standing against the wall of red brick.
"I know your grandfather, Marik Darwen," said the figure short. His voice was deep and stirring. Satria Piningit even just realized that this figure was large and tall, increasingly building a fierce aura that had been seen from the beginning.
"I actually know and recognize you, don't I?" said Satria Piningit squinted both eyes, ignoring the speech of the mysterious figure about his relationship with the grandfather.
"You've always known me, Satria, for a long time."
"I'd guess. That's why I feel like I'm quite familiar with your figure" Satria Piningit replied. "Then, what is your business with me? Especially since you were carrying the name of my late brother," continued Satria Piningit.
The figure moved slowly. Yet his every move gave off an aura of power and intimidation. Satria Piningit retreated slightly, automatically. His back hit a red brick wall.
The darkness that was actually nothing was somehow rolling around came to cover the huge tall figure so that it increasingly covered its existence.
Satria Piningit could not see his face clearly. It was as if the body of the towering figure was putting its face and head above the sky. However, when he made a sound, a whirring of wind penetrated all the way to his bones, and the face was again familiar in his brain.