The Angkara Murka
The Twenty-First Verse of the Warrior
Soemantri Soekrasana did not expect that this convex sky was so beautiful. The blue color is so bold yet plain, without further ado. The clouds are not clustered like a flock of sheep as seen from below. Here the white things are filamentous: thin and loose like cotton candy.
The young shaman felt his heart slowly beating back to normal before it was racing as fast as a jet plane tore his body into space during the take off earlier.
Up here everything became small, not only buildings and other objects, but also his soul which was like a floating point in the boundless universe.
Soemantri Soekrasana tried not to look excited, it was discovered that he had never once used an airplane. He kept his face down and avoided looking at his other friends.
Unfortunately, the beauty of nature and the taste must be disturbed by a sighting of heat that surrounds someone who sits several benches in front of Soemantri Soekrasana. His magical instinct caught there was a kind of stiff black smoke sticking out from the body of the person who knew who it was. The energy of one of the passengers was turbulent, bubbling, but with little frequency. Like there's a little electric shock all around.
Soemantri Soekrasana turned to the side. Orggalarang close his eyes, maybe sleep may just close attention to anyone. But next to Anggalarang again Wong Ayu who was sitting was staring at him.
Wong Ayu nodded.
"Yes, black magic. But it's none of our business as long as he doesn't interfere with the road ahead of us or gets caught doing bad things" whispered Wong Ayu. Anggalarang automatically opened both her eyes that were flushed to hear Wong Ayu's words. Then he saw both Soemantri Soekrasana and Wong Ayu.
Wong Ayu and Anggalarang said nothing to Anggalarang, making him curious.
Sarti on the bench next door, separated by the aisle also noticed them but did not respond to anything.
Soemantri Soekrasana took a breath, exhaled it slowly then laid her back on the chair.
The drone of an airplane engine swirled in his brain. Likewise, the black magic of one of the passengers was still seen exploding small.
Soemantri Soekrasana recites a short mantra while focusing her mind. Before long the evil air disappeared altogether. He closed his sixth sense for a while.
"Well if that's what Yu wants," Soemantri Soekrasana said. "I also want to sleep for a while" he continued later. Then he closed both his eyes. Anggalarang saw him and Wong Ayu alternately, shrugged and closed both eyes again.
There will come a time, Soemantri Soekrasana thought. What Wong Ayu said. As long as the person doesn't make trouble on the plane, his life on the dark path is his own business. Just like the affairs of the members of the Angkara Chess.
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Satria Piningit woke up from her sleep. He touched the phone on a small table beside his bed and then unlocked the screen. The weak light from the smartphone is on.
Two o'clock in the morning!
He rubbed his eyes slowly to adjust his gaze and saw both twins and his wife still asleep.
Every night he and his wife put out the lights. It has become a habit. Too bright lights make it difficult for both to fall asleep.
However, tonight was so strange, the darkness felt excessive. Satria Piningit cannot explain this with logic. What does 'excessive dark' mean'? The dark should be just dark.
Outside, the street lights are shining normally. There should be a ray of light entering through the thin layer of her bedroom curtains. Or tuck through the vents. But this time, it felt decrepit, weak and slow, even to creep into this room. Darkness is like a thick mosquito net that makes the light filtered so that it does not enter the room easily.
Satria Piningit wakes up. Smooth creaking mattress. His wife and children were not disturbed. He dragged his feet into the bathroom.
Well, his feelings tricked him. The light in the bathroom was bright.
Satria Piningit urinates without closing the door. Both of his eyes were still closed.
He heard footsteps behind his back that made him slightly look away. From the corner of his eye he saw his wife opening the refrigerator. The light from inside the refrigerator gushed out.
"Hope, honey?" tanya Satria Piningit is short and slow.
No response from his wife. Satria Piningit felt her voice might be too small. Then he repeated the question.
“Haus yes, babe?”
Now the wife is standing facing him. The fridge is not closed.
"Blood thirst!" said the wife later.
Satria Piningit was shocked and immediately turned her body. His pants are still sagging and stuck in both knees. His manhood tools hang freely.
Satria Piningit looked towards the wife who was standing beside the open refrigerator. The glass in his hand was empty. His wife still closed both eyes. His shoulder-length hair fell untidy, there were a few crossed strands on his face.
"I'm gonna pee too. Dear me first, yes," said the wife still while closing both eyes.
Satria Piningit was in a confused state, but when she realized she immediately lifted her pants.
The wife slowly closed the refrigerator door and placed the glass on it. He opened his eyes, only halfway, probably due to drowsiness and withstood the sharp pace of light from the bathroom.
The wife then walked closer to Satria Piningit who was still looking at her slightly wide. She shifted her husband's body, "Awas, baby once, I want to pee" she said slowly.
Satria Piningit shifted. His wife went in and pulled her panties and threw both buttocks on the toilet seat without closing the door. "Temenin me yes," he said slowly to Satria Piningit.
"Tadi ... Baby say what?" ask Satria Piningit slowly.
"Temenin me," repeated the wife.
"No, I mean, when baby was drinking? Honey thirsty huh?" ask Satria Piningit again.
His wife got up, tore up the toilet paper, cleaned herself, threw the paper into a small trash can in the bathroom, washed her hands, then grabbed her hand. "Let's go to sleep again, baby. I'm still sleepy, here."
Satria Piningit followed his wife while looking at her back. She was sure the wife had said something, "Blood thirst," quite clearly.
But that's impossible. There was no reasonable context for his wife's response. Or did he hear wrong? But his wife also did not answer with certainty what exactly he had said. Or his wife is too sleepy, so urinating is only an automatic action so that immediately the words that come out of his mouth are not all expressed consciously, sort of delirious.
Or maybe, actually the one who answered earlier was not his wife?