The Angkara Murka
The Forty Seventh Book of Soldiers
Princess Jejung Buih smiled at the surprised reaction of the Angkara Chess members.
"Wong Ayu, bestowed with the most formidable power ever on earth. Anggalarang, there is an ancient power that accompanies you, it is as safe as my birth, at the time of Pakuan Pajajaran Pasundan in the Kingdom of Sunda Galuh led by Prabu Dewataprana Sri Baduga Maharaja. You know him by Prabu Siliwangi. As for you, ...," said the Princess, smiling and bowing her head respectfully to Sarti. " ... Ratna Manggali, who is even older than me" he said.
Sarti scratching his cheeks that do not itch, "Time is only a matter of thought that can be touched and swallowed by humans. Although I was born in the time of king Erlangga, and you in the time of Majapahit, it is only in this finite calculation of human life. You yourself somehow have drifted in a different world waiting to be born in the human world to be recorded in history, just like we recorded the lives and deaths of others in our finite time span," said Sarti relaxed but full of meaning.
Sarti's words inevitably made his colleagues again realize that Sarti was a woman who was hundreds of years old. When they were all shocked because the Princess turned out to have knowledge about themselves, only Sarti looked ordinary.
Princess Jeunjung Buih smiled again. "alright. I think we've both understood the location of the stranded fate circuit locking us all in. I'm gonna start telling stories. A similar story I gave to James, the boy I believe you have met. Even Wong Ayu was involved in the story behind the doors of a different world" said the Princess as she glanced mischievously at Wong Ayu.
Wong Ayu was quite surprised because in fact the supernatural entity knew that he had entered into the world where James James and Princess Jejung Buih met the other day.
Before long the surface of the water rippled again, but instead of surging, the floating water droplets rose into space like rain falling upside down, to the top of the sky almost touching the convex dome.
The light bounces and passes through each water circle. The four members of the Angkara Chess felt their bodies also drifting, lightly, but their bodies remained standing on the froths that were slowly breaking one by one. The floating universe, with them in it, flies to a place called history.
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It has been hundreds of years that individuals were born and died in that place. The human body has long since decayed, becoming compost and food for other living things, plants and earthworms. However, souls do not know the concept of time, era and time. They are ruled by thoughts and senses that fly creeping through space and time.
Damn, the conquest of souls over time and space turns out to be ironically and paradoxically also conquer them themselves by shackling and memeperbudaknya so that the spirit and atma can not go from the origin of reason death their bodily form. In short, ghosts cannot get away from their problems while still alive.
Hundreds of eerie and monstrous-shaped spirits floated without touching the ground, flying high above the trees, creeping on the ground, drowning in water and mud, and jumping in cemeteries. Everything is alternately visible in Kampung Pendekar and the surrounding area.
When the sun had appeared, the mist still covered the area across the toll bridge. The space feels cloudy, cold anyway, but gripping. There was a kind of thin fibers emerging from the frozen air touching the nape of the residents in the blind morning, creating an inexplicable sense of horror.
Slowly, the shackled wandering spirits were now released. Not to be free, but to be enslaved and ruled by a greater foreign power grew stronger than Kampung Pendekar.
All the residents who took the initiative sent three of their residents to find out what really happened suddenly extraordinary uproar. Their housing complex is the second closest complex to Kampung Pendekar and toll bridge after passing through the housing complex of the owners of oil palm plantations which can be said to be quite luxurious, but rarely live residents who are usually too busy working outside the city.
How not to stir, Mr. Jerry came roaring, almost crashed his car at the front guard post of their housing complex, although managed to enter the front of the house safely.
Within fifteen minutes when the citizens managed to wake the two, their mouths were rummaging. Horrible yet unspeakable words gushed out from their esophagus.
"There was some kind of explosion on the toll bridge. But a thick fog covered him," said Mr. Jerry finally, after he tried half-dead to calm himself. The wife clutched in his arms. "We are shown with the appearance ... Fine creature," Mr. Jerry cleared his throat. "We saw ... Kuntilanak, fathers, mothers ..."
No need to wait long, the reaction of the residents exploded like a bunch of dispersed birds pelted with stones. Mr. Jerry did not care although obviously many doubted and considered his words ridiculous. "It doesn't matter if your mom and dad don't believe it. But after that, I saw some young men emerge from behind the fog carrying sharp weapons, machetes. They're after us. You can see the damage on the back glass of my sedan."
For the second reason, the citizens chose to believe this a little more, even though they began to deduce themselves without accepting the news outright.
There could be chaos in the village of Pendekar. This can be taught because the place is indeed a problem warehouse.
Could it be gangs, police assaults, or other criminal matters?
"We need to call the police and stand guard at the compound. No need to overdo it, but stay alert and alert" said one middle-aged citizen named Pak Agus.
Others then take part by offering a variety of solutions. Discussions were again crowded, although they basically agreed that what Mr. Jerry said needed to be reinterpreted. Information needs to be compiled to get the actual facts.
Mr. Jerry's been drowning in his daydream back. He doesn't care about their words. "Ma, take Sandi and Pure our son. We need to get away from this complex. Danger is threatening" Jerry told his wife.
"You mean Papa, we're going to town? Papa doesn't work today if we go all out?" said the wife.
"No, Ma. We can't cross the toll bridge. There lies the problem. We'll go the opposite way. Believe the same Papa. Bring clothes, food and money. We have to go right now! Papa will tell you everything later along the way," asserted Mr. Jerry.
This greatly confuses the wife. Even though she did what her husband said.
The road to the opposite direction, means they have to go to several housing complexes and then enter the oil palm plantations that are not extensive, pineapple plantations, and so on, the forest and a small bridge cross the creek towards the road outside the city.
The bridge is said to be not a decent bridge, only used by the surrounding residents who have small gardens in the middle of the forest. Jerry has never been there. He didn't get dizzy. He'll take the risk.