The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse Six
Sarti crouched on top of a three-storey shopping building. His sharp eyes watched Satria Piningit's movements from afar.
Unfortunately, Satria Piningit's face is hidden in a dark corner so Sarti does not know if Satria Piningit is talking to someone or doing other activities.
Hundreds of years of his life made him continue to learn about human nature and habits. It is not easy to trust people, but it is also good enough to judge people. He knows what kind of men are obscene, deceitful, ambitious, ruthless, or just plain stupid.
Satria Piningit is not one of those stupid guys.
Then, what kind of person is he really? That's what Sarti wanted to find out.
Unfortunately, even though she is the only daughter of a powerful woman named Calonarang, known historically as the grandmother of magic queen science leak, she is not endowed with magic or magic skills.
All is clear due to human misunderstanding in the next world, the world created by men.
The power that the mother has is none other than the power of life, the power that is bestowed to face evil and evil on earth.
Her mother, Rangda Calonarang, was a beautiful widow. But, besides being beautiful, the mother is also very independent and strong. The thing is, he is really strong in the true sense, really, because he is very familiar with kanuragan.
The life of a powerful widow woman with many followers or students, women too, certainly makes a sultry man who feels inferior and envious of the position of the mother.
His mother's ability in the terrible occult is only used as a form of self-defense from the attacks of patriarchy.
Sarti, as Ratna Manggali, was only really aware of his purpose on this earth. Why must he be born again and again, only to die and be raised?
His encounter with Wong Ayu and his two new friends, realizes that creatures from another world called his birth mother hundreds of years ago, are still wandering in the world. The mother is still trapped in the world.
Wong Ayu, whether the victim of terrible creatures with his persuasion and cunning, shows that Ratna Manggali must live on, returning all evil creatures that were released due to the actions of the mother. The creatures continue to live from era to era since they were released by Calonarang by eating fear, sadness, hate, anger and revenge, the angkara wrath.
Sarti the Ratna Manggali must take responsibility for the sins of the mother, which ironically, are done on the basis of love. The mother's affection for him, keeping him from being harassed by men, so as not to be dictated by the ruler.
He must be able to complete this mission and free his mother, in order for the two to reunite. He must experience all the machinations of cunning trickery and human politics. All supernatural and supernatural powers, all the involvement of jinn, ghosts, demons or Kanjeng Ratu Kidul must he accept and run.
He does not care if everyone has their own missions by using himself. He only had to walk in the corridor that fate had provided for him.
This time, he really wanted the presence of Wong Ayu and Soemantri Soekrasana to see what Satria Piningit was doing behind the darkness.
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"All right, what do you want to tell me? I still have time before I'm gonna get out of this place. But, promise me, you will stop following me once your intentions and goals are achieved" Satria Piningit told the figure still standing in front of her.
The figure laughed. Actually, Satria Piningit was not sure that the figure was actually laughing. He only deduced from the strange sound produced from his mouth.
"I could have stopped following me, Satria Piningit. But my story will not really be out of your mind" replied the mysterious figure.
Satria Piningit took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.
"All right, what's your story? We'll see if your story can really impact anything on me. I just want to get away from this jerk, right away" Satria Piningit said.
Satria Piningit's words do not represent her feelings. Not without reason he wanted to return to Obong village, where he grew up as a teenager. Why should he bother to visit the village, if there is nothing important to his attention there?
By mentioning the name of the grandfather, Mbah kakung Carik Darwen, clearly made his blood rustle. My grandfather died a long time ago. He had a huge portion in his life experience while he was still living in the village.
So obviously, Satria Piningit will give this mysterious figure a chance to tell him.
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“Entah how long I've been hired by this family as a security guard and housekeeper. It seems like it's been too long. I saw little young masters grow old and even age. I've seen many deaths decorate the history of this home and family life. I've seen weathered wood, crushed concrete, old buildings replacing new buildings that are re-reinforcing. I'm a witness to a time of change for better or worse.
“But if you think I'm old and old, that's your first mistake. I can say old, old. But not old and weak. Not at all! Maybe I even feel like I can live forever.
“There have been countless services and recorded in the implementation of my duties and responsibilities. Not only the family treasure that I always managed to guard well from the intentions and threats of the thieves and vile robbers, he said, but also the dignity and dignity that brought this family greatness that I always had on my shoulder.
“The thieves saw my figure and my football. They ran away from this house to feel my dignity and anger. Not only that, people who want to harm family members with occult science, astrology, or other black magic also I confronted with manly. When they sent out through the balls of fire that flew to the roof of the house, I swiftly confronted them, smashing the balls of fire filled with vengeance and hatred until they became fine dust grains.
“This family has become a part of my life. I've devoted my life and soul to making family members feel safe and secure. I've done my job well even perfectly.
“Until the woman comes.
“Name Maryam.
“I could smell the fragrance of her body flying and scattered in the air as she flicked her hair and the hem of her clothes. His pair of eyes emitted an incredible shade. I can also feel the motherly air flowing out of the pores of her skin every time she greeted and noticed the niece of her teenage husband, Satria Piningit.