The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Verse of Eighteen
Red Kuntilanak floated in the corner of the apartment room Anggalarang. Soemantri Soekrasana was looking at him. "I'm not sure your figure can be carried away when I go to Kalimantan. We're gonna cross the ocean. Many magical barrier gates and fortresses were scattered in the ocean."
The kuntilanak giggled. Soemantri Soekrasana never understood why kuntilanak should always laugh in response to something or try to communicate. Perhaps the multiple pains are manifested in the form of the laughter of insanity.
Ah, he has become an expert in the psychology of subtle creatures, thought Soemantri Soekrasana himself.
However, that was not the main problem for him. It is not this that makes it difficult to sleep. After all, honestly, he was happy to be able to take off the goods just a few days from the figure of kuntilanak who intoned continuously on him. He will be very happy to be free from this curse even for a moment.
But the thought that troubled his soul was the fact that Wong Ayu would probably meet Satria Piningit again. Basically, they will catch up with Satria Piningit in Kalimantan.
His heart burned a strange displeasure. Maybe if you want to be a little honest, Soemantri Soekrasana should just admit that he was jealous.
Soemantri Soekrasana took a breath and exhaled loudly and pretended to complain to Anggalarang, "When Wong Ayu came back to report to her workplace? I'm getting bored. Why don't we just meet him at the port?"
Anggalarang shrugged his shoulders relaxed, lazy to make up their plans. After all he knew that Soemantri Soekrasana was being hit by turmoil and longed for Wong Ayu.
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After crossing the river with a toll bridge standing curved on it, the road would become slightly darker. Large trees are on the left-right of the road with lighting that cannot eliminate the impression of haunted and vulnerable in the area.
Funnily enough, in just seven ten minutes of travel by motor vehicle, an area with nightlife so lively and surprising, like entering an otherworldly portal.
Located along the banks of the river, with a wooden bluff or walkway with a row of boards built along the area, Kampung Pendekar is an area that seems not part of other areas around it.
This region adds to its unique impression because it seems self-sustainable, aka it can stand alone. Its economic activities help each other between residents because there is a market with fish farms and own crops. There are also shops and other trade centers.
For hundreds of years, as the name suggests, Kampung Pendekar is an area that has pride in him. That said, this village was founded by ten poor warriors across the sultanate and kingdom on the coast of Borneo, around the end of the seventeenth century and the beginning of the eighteenth century AD.
Pride over this short-sighted philosophy continues to be maintained, maintained and made part of the obligations of residents of Kampung Pendekar.
A thing to be proud of? Yes, if the one who speaks is the residents of Pendekar Village itself.
The villagers are known to rule the fields of work demanding*machoism*and physical fighting. They are security or security guards, bouncers and bodyguards, parking lot and market authorities, providers of security services and paid demonstrations, illegal bookies and drug traffickers.
For the last, Kampung Pendekar is the champion of the illegal drug industry.
Every activity inside the river walls and long hills that surround the village of Pendekar, will be protected desperately by its residents. Not even law enforcement officers could break through their strongholds. During history, six bloody scenes have been recorded when police raided and tried to enter the village to arrest one of the important drug dealers.
The last attack of police forces to the village, which was about two years ago, resulted in dozens of people killed, on average are the young students of two legendary silat stoves in the village. The police lost one life and another was injured.
This incident caused a stir.
The media questioned the urgency of the assault, human rights, not to mention the issue of protocols and so on. Capturing one drug kingpin is important, but if the opposition is all villagers including children, teenagers, women and mothers, even seniors, clearly reinforces the impression that Kampung Pendekar cannot and should not be touched.
When a resident of Pendekar Village gets into trouble outside, such as an accident and grazing another vehicle, he simply says "You have to compensate," or "You have to take responsibility," because "I'm a Swordsman Village!" It is certain that this makes the guts of others. The residents are very solid, caring for each other, caring for each other and equally proud of their 'hard' identity.
But that doesn't mean they don't have rules. Because their code of conduct or moral code is so simple, citizens will be protected from each other. They are required to follow the code 'Whatever problems you face, do not harm the whole village.'
This means that each citizen is free to do anything, on condition that he has to bear the risk.
For example, someone with problems with people from other regions, other residents who do not mind helping, will not hesitate to help a hundred percent. However, if most residents feel that the person does not deserve to be helped, then he is considered inappropriate to be part of Pendekar Village.
Therefore, no matter how hard and troubled the citizens, they are strictly forbidden to use drugs and drink. Even people who smoke can count.
This may be because they live on the philosophical foundation of shortness where one's physical, mental and courageous strength is revered and respected. Drunk and riddled is an act that is not commendable because it makes them unconscious and careless. All decisions come from sheer courage. Selling drugs does not mean you have to use them yourself.
Satria Piningit residence is right behind Kampung Pendekar. There were about six or seven houses built there.
Questions arise. Why there are property companies who want to build housing near Kampung Pendekar.
There are several advantages for the consumer to stay behind that fortress. What is clear is that there are rarely people who look for trouble with him when they find out that he lives in a very close area with a region whose social and political crime system is similar to the mafia or the Yakuza. Land prices also tend to be cheap and their lives are almost certainly ‘peace-’ only.
The online ojeg car driver who brought Satria Piningit home from the airport looked clumsy and trembling when passing through Kampung Pendekar. In the entrance part of this region, a large road gate was erected with a thick printed inscription: 'Kampung Pendekar, Kampung Historian, Where the Brave Ever and Will Always Live.'
Satria Piningit smiled. "It's okay sir, I've lived behind this village for a long time. If there is a problem, just tell me that the father after delivering the residents of the next complex home from Java. They'll understand."
The words of Satria Piningit actually did not relieve the driver. Even more make the driver his heart wry. Will there be problems later? Her thought. But how else. Working for money is not always easy.