The Angkara Murka
The Twenty-Two Verse Warrior Book
Three police officers saw black smoke rising into the sky. The sky was dim, three o'clock past twenty minutes in the morning blind. So the flickering of fire and smoke is actually quite visible.
The three policemen were on duty at their post at a crossroads just after the toll bridge that crossed the river. The three looked at each other. No reports have come to them over what is most likely a fire.
The three of them understood that the fire that was barking in the distance with black smoke rising, creating a kind of dark color gradation in the morning sky, was happening in Pendekar Village.
Everyone also knows that the villagers hate the police, and vice versa, the officers also do not like them. It is clear that the three hoped the report would still not come. Since long ago the village seemed to stand alone, have a world and independent government. Some kind of country within a country.
The three officers re-entered their posts, praying that the fire might grow more greedily while the lightning and wind that blew strong suddenly were unable to bring with it rain.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Satria Piningit is back. He fell asleep for a long time before being surprised to realize that his smartphone screen showed three o'clock past twenty minutes. It's only been a few minutes since he and his wife came back from the bathroom.
He looked back at his wife and two twins. The lightning that crawled quickly in the sky gave off its rays, entering into the bedroom. The wife moved a little to change position. Besides, there was no sign he would wake up again.
Satria Piningit herself decided to get back up. He had not been able to drink after returning from urination.
The wind blew strong, shaking the roof of his house made of zinc. The thin steel rubbed against each other making a special metallic slap sound.
It is often said by people in Kalimantan, that if the wind is too hard, even though the cold air and lightning are unpretentious, it is likely that rain will not even fall. The basic explanation is that cloudy clouds are driven by wind to fall elsewhere.
After gulping down one and a half glasses of cold water, Satria Piningit was already about to return to her bedroom when she heard that voice again.
"Blood thirst ...."
Satria Piningit looked at the decorative clock near the dining table: three o'clock past thirty minutes.
The mysterious voice flowed into his ears through the wind outside, which pierced through the pores of his home wall.
Satria Piningit felt her knuckle bristling. The voice was so supernatural and made anyone afraid.
However, Satria Piningit has seen too many sightings. So this was definitely not new to him anymore. But after all, his human side filled with fear and questions about life, death and the secrets of the universe kept his fears in check.
Both of his eyes became alert. Drowsiness disappears from circulation. His footsteps without being told ordered Satria Piningit to walk into the living room.
Lightning returned. Lightning shines through the room and that's where the creature is.
Shards of light from lightning that reached the living room Satria Piningit caught the appearance of a terrible creature in the corner of the room.
A woman with partially bunned hair is partially disheveled. His eyes shed blood. He was wearing a red kebaya. Her lips revealed a smile that made my fur crouch.
The red Kuntilanak said without opening his mouth, "Haus daraahh ...."
Satria Piningit stiffly frozen in place of his standing. He was very familiar with this creature, but could never see it.
"What do you mean exactly? What do you mean by bloodthirst?" satria Piningit said courageously to ask. Question after question piled up in his head, especially because of how soon, the red kuntilanak who appeared when he was small in Obong village was found again with Soemantri Soekrasana some time ago on the island of Java.
Then why is he here? The island of Borneo. Did Soemantri Soekrasana and her entourage, including Wong Ayu, come with her?
Figure's missing.
... and suddenly appeared in front of Satria Piningit's face!
Satria Piningit was so shocked that it fell stumbling backwards. He was unconscious.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Satria Piningit.
He woke up with a sweat pouring from his forehead. It's on the bed. Both of his eyes looked up, in the dim direction of darkness. The lightning outside is barking.
Nightmares, he thought.
He then felt his smartphone on the table beside his bed. He pressed the button next to his phone, a weak light shone.
Seen on the touch screen: three o'clock past twenty minutes!
A dream can always bring about real confusion. Dreams are always on the edge of consciousness, making the dreamer unconscious is in reality or still asleep.
Earlier in the dream, he could vaguely remember that he woke up at three in twenty minutes as well. Is this a dream in a dream? Where is the second dream still the first series of dreams?
To be sure, Satria Piningit shook her head and lashed her cheeks. Feels real. To perfect it, he pinched his own arm. Be ill.
Satria Piningit looked at her two sleeping twins in a row in the middle of the bed, between her and his wife. The wife is also seen still lying down and seems perfectly sound.
Satria Piningit woke up, then went back, to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured cold water into his throat.
He put his ears well. There was no other sound other than the sound of thunder that was pounding softly, creeping through the air.
Satria Piningit took a breath and exhaled slowly. Gathering courage, he walked into the living room.
He turned on the lights.
The bright light shocked and soured his eyes.
Satria Piningit looked at everything in detail; the sofa, the table, the curtains and the windows behind it, the door. Nothing is visible, the creature does not resurface.
Suddenly lightning jumped down from the sky, making the world bright for a split second.
Satria Piningit walked towards the window, opening the curtain. Lightning chipped back, giving it time to see flames and smoke rising from one place. Satria Piningit was convinced it was a fire.
From his position, Satria Piningit suspected that the fire was most likely to occur in the Kampung Pendekar area.
There was a flickering flame there, which could be said to be not too far from the housing where he lived.
Soon Satria Piningit realized that it was not only he who woke up in this pitch-black morning, some of the doors of his neighbor's house opened. The residents came out of the house, looked around each other and looked at the fire and the smoke.