The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Thirty Verses
The wife did not dare to ask anything to Satria Piningit, her husband. Not because he was afraid of the husband, but more because he was afraid of the reality that he had to hear later.
He had known Satria Piningit for a long time, and everything about him had always been in mystery. For example, just, if the wife had known that Satria Piningit had seen the charred boy on fire and one of his eyeballs almost popping out was sitting next to their twin sons asleep in the back seat the car, surely this will make the wife cringe and maybe a little hysterical.
If the wife also knew that Satria Piningit saw figures crawling behind a grove of palm oil applications popping up along the way. There was also the figure of a long-haired, white-robed woman stained with blood and a paper-white face standing in the middle of a quiet intersection whose flickering yellow lights did not stop.
"We need to get through the bridge as soon as possible. I've been feeling bad since our house" said Satria Piningit.
The wife was not a coward, but she herself admitted that it was because she had never seen a ghost or other astral creature of her own kind. But that doesn't mean he doesn't believe in that kind of thing.
Almarhumah his mother claimed to have seen many times human figures walking in the middle of the night around their house. At that time she was still a teenage girl, and her mother often told stories.
For example, his mother once said, "The mother had seen Mr. Sulaiman in the back. Gonna go like it."
He of course protested with the statement of the mother because he knew the fact that, "Sulaiman ‘kan has had a stroke for two years, ma'am. How can he walk to the back of our house? Night-night and alone too ‘kan?" abugn.
The mother just shrugged both of her shoulders. The next day, Mr. Sulaiman died.
This kind of thing happens many times. "Mother met Wati earlier at dawn when she wanted to take water in the well. He said he was leaving. Ask the mother to convey greetings to her family," he said one time.
It was also protested by her daughter. "Mbak Wati from our estate, ma'am? He is in Malaysia now. Mbak Wati ‘kan has been a TKI there for over a year."
Two days later, it was revealed to her parents that Wati died in Malaysia from sudden illness. Many suspect that Wati was killed mistreated by her employer.
He asked his mother once, "Is that so, Mom?"
His mother used a mocking smile, "People like the origin of accusation, as long as they are suspicious. Wati has a girlfriend there, both TKI, Indonesian."
Strange and seemingly unrelated reply. His daughter would immediately forget this short conversation, although months later, he knew from the news, that Wati was proven to be killed by her own lover, a TKI from Indonesia. And he had forgotten that his mother had explained it first.
Finally, the mother herself told him that she would be picked up in three weeks. At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon past ten minutes. He purposely told this to his daughter in order to get ready to part with her.
However, this was the thing that her daughter regretted the most during her life. His mother died in peace exactly three weeks after he told the child, at one in ten minutes. And the girl did not understand and did not take seriously the words of the mother.
So, Satria Piningit's wife did not want to spend time doubting her husband, especially Satria Piningit once said that she had met her mother, behind the house.
The wife immediately broke into tears. He was convinced that Satria Piningit was honest. In his entire life he never told anyone about this. How could Satria Piningit have known about this? No one even witnessed that the mother had ever spoken to her like that before.
The wife looked at the face of her husband who was busy driving from the side. The face of tension was clearly painted there. He repeatedly looked at the center, left and right rearview mirror, or looked out the window.
She could not imagine what her husband saw and saw. He could only see their twins still asleep in the back seat of their car to make himself comfortable, feeling calm their two children.
It was the overwhelming tension that emerged from Satria Piningit's face as they passed through the gate of Kampung Pendekar. The wife tried to look out the window, in the direction where Satria Piningit seemed to dodge or refuse to look.
Indeed, the wife saw there was smoke rising from the village, but the fire was not visible. There are some residents going back and forth near the gate, maybe some kind of patrol or night watch and help put out the fire, thought the wife. But the rest is nothing suspicious enough to make the husband so tense. Grain of sweat rolling vying down from the forehead of Satria Piningit. The wife even saw faintly, the feathers on Satria Piningit's arms and neck bristling.
How not, this is the first time Satria Piningit saw all kinds of subtle creatures popping up everywhere. Head flying in the sky. The figure of walking kayang with his head twisted broken was floating near the gate of Kampung Pendekar. On the roofs of some of the village buildings, Satria Piningit also saw pocongs attached and kuntilanak floating.
And, that's where he saw it, Jin Obong.
A giant red-eyed figure, full of dangling feathers, stood on the top of a large tree lined with similar trees on the side of the road before the toll bridge.
With its long, black hooves, the figure pointed towards the toll bridge, as if asking Satria Piningit to leave the place as soon as possible.
Satria Piningit still did not feel calm when his car was the only vehicle in the early hours of the morning that passed the toll bridge. He still had time to see some men walking on the edge of the bridge, who and what their business.
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James pierced through the wall. His body breaks down into tiny particles that slip into the sidelines of cement, sand and stone and then solidify again after making it through the wall.
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Two men were talking in the men's room. They wash their hands in the sink while looking at the reflection of their faces in the mirror.
The fat and filled is lecturing the junior who just graduated High School how to work properly to become a professional drug dealer.
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James was still penetrating the walls of the building. His nose sniffed a deep, close sin from the direction of the male toilet. There are clumps of dark past, lustful and thick lust, and thick evil overshadows the air.