The Angkara Murka
The Twenty Eight Warrior Book
The figure was a female with half-coupled hair the other half was disheveled, falling downwards.
His face was facing down, with both eyes draining blood.
"Sat! Fucking kuntilanak!" anggalarang Oath.
Soemantri Soekrasana held back her anger. He was too often surprised by the appearance of the red kuntilanak. Although this time his surprise layered because he did not know at all that the kuntilanak would still be able to participate himself to the land of Borneo, crossing the ocean.
Wong Ayu laughed, "You won't be able to get away from it, Soemantri. Besides, don't you miss that guy?"
Soemantri Soekrasana looks upset but says nothing. While Sarti has opened his sixth sense to be able to see everything that is invisible. He did not react when he saw the figure of a female ghost appear on the ceiling of their hotel room. Instead, he seems to be very concentrated on something.
"Wong Ayu's. Youre right. The man was already here," he said slowly but with an earnest look on his face.
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Sarti in his great red shirt stood on the roof of the hotel where they were staying for a while when they arrived in Kalimantan. He told others that he would notice the situation from up here, trying to sniff out the arrival of the devil with his new pet.
The night wind blew hot, though Sarti was outside, under the roof of the clear sky.
The figure was standing floating in front of Sarti. His feet that did not trace the ground were dripping with blood. He looked at Sarti with a pair of horrifying eyes filled with pain. His mouth seemed to want to open and speak, but what came out was a terrible cry.
A pair of Sarti's eyes glazed over. There were strings of memories milling over his head, like thousands of shooting stars crashing into the earth.
Sarti forgot exactly when, hundreds of years ago that was obvious, when he became a servant in a village official's house. In the big house he took care of the various basic needs of the family of Mr. Carik.
Although he may forget exactly when, but he can not forget the name of the village, Ngalimunan. Years later, the village was renamed Obong village. But that happened long after Sarti was dead again.
Chandranaya, the name of a village woman who is too bold for her status that is not derived from noble blood, rich people, or village officials. Both of his parents may have had the ambition to make the princess really a princess.
In those days, the lower citizens who were subject to the rule of the government, tended to name their children with simple names because they felt like a lowly, old man. So they named their daughters by the names of the days in the Javanese calendar such as Ponirah, Wagiyem, or Legimah.
Not with Chandranaya. That girl has been pretty since the orok. Glow the baby's eyes naughty. When she was eight years old, her body was shaped like a girl. At fourteen, the ripe age for women at that time to get married, Chandranaya is perfect, like a ripe mango ready to be picked.
Chandranaya, supported by his family who live in a reot cottage, still dreams of being married to a royal prince. Mr. Lurah and Mr. Carik are too disgusting for the girl. Will she be made the third or fourth wife? Her thought.
Although Mr. Carik is a generation of many from the family Ngalimun honorable in the village whose surname alone is used as the name of the village, the people are very cunning and devotee of the occult, teluh and clear, perverted. Chandranaya is getting disgusted.
Unfortunately, Mr. Carik Ngalimun was the most desperate to enjoy the body's poignancy, skin sincerity and the motherhood of the girl's face. His eyes just broke into each of his clothes. Just noticed by Mr. Carik, Chandranaya already felt stripped.
Sarti is familiar with the feeling of Chandranaya's anxiety that he often sees himself. In addition, Chandranaya is not the only woman who was made an obsession by the three-wife lewd Carik.
As an aide, sixteen-year-old Sarti was also the target of the evil spirit. However, one time when Mr. Carik Ngalimun desperate to try out the slim body of Sarti aka Ratna Manggali was in the kitchen, sarti easily attached a rusty kitchen knife to his manhood and threatened to cut the object into four pieces.
Since then, Mr. Carik has not dared to touch her again. Unfortunately, the master also did not dare to fire him, because Sarti was the favorite of Pak Carik's second wife who was famous for having a strong influence in the village. Understandably, she is the only princess of rice in the neighboring village, Pancasona village her name. Mr. Carik's second wife, despite allowing her husband to continue to marry - so long as you do not try to divorce her - was however caught off guard by her husband's intention to marry Chandranaya. Though he could have married a twelve-year-old boy from the village of Prajuritan or any woman he could easily.
The second wife of Mr. Carik felt that the woman could bring disaster in the village. He told Sarti this anxiety. Not why, the beautiful but high-caste pretentious woman even attracted the attention of her husband's first child from the first wife who was also named the same as her husband, Ngalimun, according to family culture, that very young one.
It was true what the second wife was worried about.
It was Tuesday Pon, at night, shortly after sunset, Chandranaya was walking alone along the banks of the times used as irrigation canals sourced from the Pratama river.
The girl wore a bright red kebaya, a beautiful bun and a jar cloth wrapped around her lower body. He was in the dark that night. A hobby she has taken from childhood.
His fashion style that is always all-out like the progeny of Priyayi has become his trademark. Everyone in the village was aware. But berahahi Mr. Carik could not understand him again that night.
Mr. Carik had actually just finished defecating when he found a sweet sound that night by the body of the attractive makeup Chandranaya clearly visible in both eyes.
His manhood can wait no more. He pulled the girl down the grove of banana trees, grabbed her hair, and robbed her all out.
Chandranaya's shout could not be heard because Mr. Carik strangled his neck until blood came out of both eyes, even his nose and mouth.
Chandranaya died under a banana tree.
Mr. Carik returned home after previously passing on the road with Sarti. The man immediately dodged the dangerous woman. But Sarti had seen blood spots on the clothes and cloth jarit Pak Carik.