The Angkara Murka
The Nine Verses Warrior Book
Satria Piningit walked out of the hallway between the buildings when she saw the girl, beautiful but indifferent and a little rough, standing in front of her.
"Who did you meet? A ghost? It must not be Priyam, in my opinion," Sarti said without looking at Satria Piningit.
Satria Piningit folded his hands in front of his chest, not as a challenge, but it was sudden that the air became cold.
"No, not a ghost. But jin. The goddamn figure explained to me that it was my brother who killed my mother in Obong village there. He also explained that my great-grandfather was one of the great and respected figures in Obong village who was a heretic, just like the people you faced before."
Sarti glanced at Satria Piningit, not too sure how to respond.
"No need to suspect me anymore. I feel like I've had enough of all this. Now I have to go back to Borneo. I'll stop finding out about Priyam and Obong village. And ... Right, the dark figure you feel is always close to me is the genie that once belonged to the mbah kakung, and the ancestors before."
Sarti this time really looked at Satria Piningit. He was not sure if Satria Piningit was telling the truth or lying and, worse, dramatizing the story.
"Send my regards to Wong Ayu. Tell me I'm really happy to meet him. Hopefully one day we can meet again," said Satria Piningit as she stroked away past Sarti who stood stiff and strange in front of her.
Satria Piningit actually left that night as well. He drove the car and returned it to the rental service. He slept in a small hotel near the airport and took his first flight the next morning.
Sarti explained Satria Piningit's departure to Wong Ayu without showing any expression, when he was actually curious about how strange this was and how Wong Ayu reacted.
"It's good he's coming home soon. We can not involve himself in anything we will do later," said Wong Ayu no less cold.
Sarti was disappointed to see Wong Ayu did not show the slightest surprise or sadness to remember the story of Satria Piningit when he was soaked Soemantri Soekrasana, that Satria Piningit and Wong Ayu had some sort of emotional childhood bond was quite sentimental.
Instead, Sarti was upset to see Soemantri Soekrasana's facial water that looks so relieved because Satria Piningit went without saying goodbye. It was clear he liked Wong Ayu, and the young shaman did not like rivals, however small.
Sarti is inexhaustible with human nature related to love. Even after hundreds of years of his life, he still could not uncover any secrets from this one taste.
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On the same night that Satria Piningit fell asleep in a small hotel in the airport area, across the ocean, on the island of Borneo where she was staying, a young man named James was lying in the swamps. Half of his body was submerged in the water, leaving only his nose to breathe and a pair of eyes that were unceasingly flashing as the water tried to enter.
His heart was beating too fast, racing with the breath squeezing his chest cavity. His head was dizzy, hot in the dark brown murky water, though James was not sure what the color of the water was, tonight is too thick to see the color details of any object.
The fear spread throughout the body, out of the pores of his skin and tightly clutching his throat. He seemed to want to vomit so bad.
His fear was not due to the various types of insects that grabbed his arm that poked on the surface of the swamp, or the six people who were hunting him with a homemade gun and machete.
Indeed, the friends of the victim who saw directly with their eyes James James killed one of their gang members will demand a reply and will certainly do the same or even more heinous to himself.
Indeed, a long ray of light shone from the pursuers' flashlights. They shouted threatening words, insults and swearing to call James James as if it could get James out of his hiding place and surrender himself voluntarily to be slaughtered.
But**that's not all the reason his body shook so much. It's not that this is the first time he's taken someone's life, that he doesn't regret it one bit. Even killing that bastard was the highest pride and satisfaction he could achieve in his entire life.
All the fear that was caused was due to the huge figure who was looking down on him sharply.
In the pitch-black darkness, the figure was illuminated by the weak moonlight. A pair of hands spread with fingers similar to tree branches and plant tendrils. His body was fused with mounds of earth and shrubs, while his legs were stuck in the earth.
James could see the face of the figure under the moon. The gigantic eyes were as red as blood, while the actual blood dripped through the sidelines of his lips. It has the beak of the bird Enggang.
"You can't retreat anymore" said the figure in the form of a whirlwind that made James' body freeze, even though he was submerged in water as well.
James did not know what to answer or how to respond even though his mouth strangely uttered words that he himself did not understand, "Commander of Birds ... Commander of the Birds ... Commander of the Birds ... Commander of the Birds ...."
The sense of smell of James James felt the smell of rancid and rust: the smell of blood. His ears were faintly heard the battle cry of the Dayak warriors in the past.
Waitaminute! How could he understand that those shouts came from the Dayak knights in the past? James was unable to answer because his body was stiff. It was as if someone had taken over his entire body, soul and mind, suffocating him with various vague words and images.
There were roots of trees that moved slowly but surely emerged from within the swamps tying their legs, hands, stomachs and snapping their necks. Hundreds in number.
His tongue was muddled as a strand of root entered his mouth, creeping continuously forcing its way into his throat.
The gigantic figure that was bent over him faded and slowly disappeared. Instead appeared the faint figure of a woman being rested. Her hair was so long that it covered her naked body. But his long hair was twisting, dreadlocks, a drop of dripping blood.
The light of the silvery moon makes James able to see the figure better.
The figure looked at him sharply.
From his position, he then crawled as fast as a cockroach approached James.
The woman's dreadful face glared at the gaping James's face as the root tendrils were still moving into her throat.