The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Half-Baya Man
Soemantri Soekrasana returned to the stall and was devouring white rice with bothok and tempeh and tofu bacem when he saw a middle-aged man coming to Mak Romlah stall, walking slowly, tending to stumble.
"Mom, coffee one yes," he said.
The young men suddenly remained silent. The atmosphere was too strange and clearly affected by the arrival of the father.
"Capek, sir today? Piye's the wife's son?" mak Romlah said while serving a cup of coffee. The aroma of coffee that was spread by the smoke made Soemantri Soekrasana's nostrils open wide.
"Well, the name of the work must be tired, Mom. Bune the Wardhani has arrived home first. I met him in the rice field" he replied slowly. "Mom, I didn't borrow the WC for a second" added the father. Mak Romlah nodded in understanding. The man stood up and walked slowly back.
Soemantri Soekrasana saw clearly, there was a figure of a rough long-haired woman riding on the back of the father. There were drops of water from the hair as rough as that.
Rumors of the young men were heard immediately when the father was no longer seen.
"Ah, don't be curious and listen to the words of the young people, son. In this village, the father was known as a family that was once rich. After their first daughter died, they suddenly fell into poverty. The villagers say that they became somewhat ... Hmm. .. not sane, son. Their second daughter said she often saw ghosts and screamed for herself. Yes, although Mak is old, but all this time mak has never seen soan in this hamlet. Understand that residents consider the child somewhat ... Hm ... Crazy ... Ah, but their lives are hard now. If Mak used to be rich, then continue to lose children and wealth at once, will Mak also go crazy huh to son?" Mak Romlah smiled again showing a row of blackish red teeth.
After finishing the meal, soon Soemantri Soekrasana stared at the back bend the father leaving the stall. He immediately paid for the food he had spent to Mak Romlah, saying goodbye quickly and following the departure of the father.
Soemantri Soekrasana immediately taught the father, then greeted him. "Sorry, sire. My name is Soemantri, Soemantri Soekrasana. I happen to work as a traveling masseuse. Earlier, we had met at the Mak Romlah stall," Soemantri Soekrasana after successfully following the father who walked limped. He greeted the father on a narrow and dark path with a grove of bamboo trees on the shoulder of the road. The figure of the female spirit is still attached to the back of the father. His two dirty hands and all his white clothes were coiled around his neck.
The father turned his face to Soemantri Soekrasana and smiled. He waved his hand into the air. "Father doesn't have the money to pay for your services, son. You also used to go home from work in this tired state. His name is also old" said the father. "But thanks for the offer" continued the father.
Soemantri Soekrasana again glanced at the spirit of the woman who was firmly attached to the back of the father. "Sorry for being presumptuous, sir. But that's not what I meant. I'm actually practicing my massage. I see your back, shoulders, upper arms and neck often sore as if you were lifting weights, especially in the afternoon and evening, right?"
The father was aghast, then smiled, "Ah, you're right, son."
Soemantri Soekrasana returned the smile of the father. "Well, if you may and you want, let me try to massage and heal the tiredness of the father, without charge at all, free. Let's just say my father made .. ehm, a means of exercise," said Soemantri Soekrasana smiling shyly.
"Well, you mean it, son? You really don't have money. But I believe in you, the proof is that you can guess where the pain and aches of the father just from looking," the father's face immediately shone cheerfully.
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The house is amazingly large, especially when compared to the houses of these hamlets that they had passed. But, clearly the story of Mak Romlah contains the truth. Houses with wide courts, Dutch tile floors, even these magnificent huge pillars are completely unkempt. Shabby and old.
Before long the host's wife appeared from within. The traces of beauty are still left on the face and apparently. "Well, there are guests" said the short mother.
"Don't bother, ma'am. I had eaten and drank earlier in the same stall this father," replied Soemantri Soekrasana.
"It ... It's been. Make some tea, ma'am. This good guy wants me free. He said to do the exercises. I am so lucky today. Wong wants to ask you to massage, even the room will be tired," said the father jokingly.
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Soemantri Soekrasana looked around the living room without a wide and spacious chair while sitting cross-legged.
"Sorry, sir, whose photos are they?" tanya Soemantri Soekrasana pointed to a collection of photos attached to one corner of the wall.
Actually the question is more aimed at a most obvious photo: the face of a teenage girl with hair that is as rough as a headscarf, among the old photos that he made sure are the faces of family and parents or previous generations.
"Well, if that one ... That, that ... The first father's daughter. Name's Kinanti. Coincidentally, he's been dead a long time, son."
"Ah, I'm so sorry sir. I am very sorry, "Soemantri Soekrasana said showing her concern. The female figure that can be ascertained is Kinanti who was always attached to the back of the father had disappeared since then.
"It's okay. You don't know. It's been a long time, anyway."
Soon there were footsteps and the sound of glass flashing on an iron tray.
Wardhani, the family's second daughter, walked slowly with unsweetened tea. But suddenly the young girl was aghast. A pair of eyes with plump eyelashes attached by the universe was bought. An iron tray with glass cups on it fell and broke on the floor surface. Wardhani saw a red woman hovering behind the body of Soemantri Soekrasana who was cross-legged staring at him. The figure of the woman was half-coupled and half of her hair was scattered. His two eyes that looked sad and suffering drained blood, as well as his mouth that opened wide.
The father was surprised, while Soemantri Soekrasana immediately stood up and said slowly to the girl, "You can also see the red kuntilanak?