The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Bad and Depraved
Pon Wednesday is a day based on the Javanese calendar, where Pon is one of the five market days in addition to Kliwon, Legi, Pahing, and Wage. Wednesday has a net worth of seven, while the Pon market also has a net worth of seven. That means Wednesday Pon is a lakuning moon, or like the moon.
In essence, Wednesday Pon means having hope to be a beautiful and soothing day like the moon.
But, unfortunately, that is not at all the reason this Hamlet is called Pon Hamlet.
Although it is difficult to trace the history of the origin of the name of this hamlet, it can be known that many good and bad events occurred right on Wednesday Pon throughout the history of the hamlet, including the disaster and the great plague that hit the hamlet about twenty years ago.
Soemantri Soekrasana tried to appease all members of the Wardhani family, including her parents.
For a moment, the girl witnessed the figure of a red kuntilanak hovering behind the body of the young shaman when he arrived at his house on the grounds of wanting to massage the father. Soemantri Soekrasana realized that Wardhani can actually see the kuntilanak mereh.
"Don't worry. I believe in you, Wardhani. Did you also see your late grandmother who often sat in that rattan chair?" soemantri asked Soekrasana to the girl who was still wide in disbelief earlier she had seen a terrible creature with a pair of naked eyes dripping blood. Soemantri Soekrasana did this straightforwardly wanting to show that she understood very well what the young woman was going through.
"Wardhani, I want you to concentrate, focus on my question," asked Soemantri Soekrasana did not mengubris view of the two Wardhani parents who were also surprised to still be confused by what really happened.
"Yes, right mas. Why mas ... Can you tell?" wardhani asked stammered with worry, worry, mixed with the rest of the fear that throbbed quickly with his heartbeat.
Soemantri Soekrasana looked at the two Wardhani parents closely. "Mother, mother, your daughter is not crazy. You also cannot be said to be completely insane as these hamlets think," Soemantri Soekrasana said without further ado.
"I understand, my mother's father experienced a lot of heavy things in the past. But, Wardhani really-been seeing unseen things that are not even ignored by the villagers during this time. That's why I decided to help my family. Sorry for lying about my job and background. This is nothing but and not just to try to help the burden that is in this family," explained Soemantri Soekrasana.
The mother looked at Wardhani, then approached and hugged her. The crying broke already. "Neg, nduk ... Nduks. Unfortunately fate. All this time, my mother and father did not know that you had completely covered your vision. Villagers often say that you often see strange things. They keep mocking our family. Although mom and dad don't care, but we regret not paying more attention to your senses. Tell everything on this good light, nduk," said the mother.
Night in Pon Hamlet with a layer of fog brings magical manes that attract Soemantri Soekrasana come to visit Wardhani's house with reason to want to massage the father. But the truth is that when the young man saw the figure of a long-haired, dull, reddish-black woman and as my head stuck to the father's back, he knew that he needed to get all the explanations.
"You also saw your late brother, Wardhani?" soemantri Soekrasana.
The ayu girl with smooth skin as dark as the color of the dried leaves was suddenly confused. "I was a baby when Mbak Kinanti died, mas," he replied.
Both of Wardhani's parents frowned in surprise.
A pair of eyes with Wardhani's plump feathers opened wide, awakening him to something. "Mas ... I saw it a few times ... Female figure ... Sitting on the edge of the well in the back. He was brushing his hair. Last afternoon when I was in the shower" Wardhani said. "Is it Mbak Kinanti?"
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Twenty years ago, a strange plague struck the hamlet of Pon. Older people who are old or so old, suddenly die in turns. Noted dozens of sepuh died with previously suffered severe vomiting.
It was a Wednesday Pon according to the Javanese calendar.
On the same day, Kinanti, Wardhani's older brother, was wearing white clothes in a very shabby state. His hair was rough and splashed with red earth, combing it emotionlessly at the edge of the well behind his house. His soul has gone from the veil of the body. All he wanted now was to finish his life.
It was not long before she learned that she was pregnant. Seeing the brother who is still crooked and the state of his family is suddenly destitute, having children outside of marriage is not a good choice.
This is compounded by a very large offense. He and his lover had sex dozens of times at sacred sites that were highly respected by the elders. Today alone, he and his beloved rolled around like a pair of snakes near a wooden stump wrapped in white and yellow cloth by the river. After making love, Kinanti told her about her pregnancy to her lover in the hope that a positive response or at least together can solve the problem.
In fact then clearly, the lover asked even to force him to abort the womb. Not only that, the man was even reluctant to meet her back.
Women have always been victims of all the bad and depraved behavior done together. Not only victims, women are also the center of all mistakes and problems. As a result, Kinanti threw herself into the well. Later that night he was found with a dead body.
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For tens maybe hundreds of years, four sacred places are highly admired by residents, especially those who are already old. In turn, hereditary, the people chosen by the elders perform a special ritual on a pair of banyan trees in the corner of the field, a stone monument right at the intersection of the main street of hamlet with Javanese script that has completely faded and unreadable other than the word meaning 'locking', the gate of hamlet, the gate, and a wooden stump on the bank of a small river. All the sacred objects were wrapped in white and yellow cloth.
Twenty years ago, a young couple littered the region with their depraved and immoral behavior, making love around a sacred place.
It has been told between generations that this hamlet is protected from magic, occult and dark forces by the four regions that must be kept sacred. Indeed, not all citizens care, even those who are old enough, with things that do not make sense. However, the elders did not expect that anyone who was so sassy was desecrating him.
As a result the bloody Wednesday Pon began after a dozen or maybe even more, defilements enveloped those holy places. Care of the dilapidated, black magic as thick as ink crept in the air. The elders died tragically, spewing blood and whatever was in their stomachs, leaving few fighters capable of fighting the mysterious magic.