The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors the Limapuh Lima
Julianus pointed the tip of his raft rifle at the mysterious figure still curling his body.
"Who ... Who ... Who're you?!" julianus stammered but with forced energy.
The half-naked female dancer raised one leg up the stairs, leading to Julius.
"Stop! Stop right there! I ... I can shoot you!" threaten Julianus with fear pervading perfectly at the base of taste.
The harbor is getting more lively heard. The dancer raises one leg to the top step again. Heard the clinking of his anklets.
Julianus prepared to pull the trigger in a panic.
The figure of the dancer is now no longer walking up the stairs, he .. ran quickly towards Julianus.
The rifle slipped out of hand. Julianus found that the dancer's face was in front of him. The dancer's face was pale, her eyes were just empty, dark cavities, filled with worms writhing out.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Nurdin was unable to move. His hand was still holding the rifle, but he did not know what to do.
The tall giant figure was again seen on the sidelines of the elite residents' houses. He just stepped over.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
James jumped over the roof, gasping with many fine creatures.
Pocongs with wrapping cloths that are shabby and dirty by the soil of the grave loom in one corner of a house. Kuntilanak drifted through the walls in the other house. Other ghosts crept and rolled around in all directions.
Shouts are heard here and there. James was confused, unsure how to help the people. He is not a shaman or a ghost repellent.
Its power does include being able to see fine creatures, but that does not make it able to repel them. To him, this ability was part of his open sixth sense, making him sensitive in all senses.
But before long, James finally saw the real threat.
Four men armed with long wars entered the housing and have now stood in front of a uniformed figure of security guards who were sitting weakly in the middle of the complex road. James sniffed the smell of hell-crust demons seeping from their bodies.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Nurdin seemed to wake up when four strangers clasped machetes adorned with a red liquid on the blade - clearly blood, thought Nurdin - standing in line in front of him.
The real threat came from them, not the giant magical beast he had seen twice.
With that apparent and sudden courage, Nurdin aimed his rifle at the young men. "Stop getting there. There's still a chance to turn around, turn around and leave, before I fire this shotgun. I know you're from Pendekar Village. Whatever you do, I've called the police. Soon they will arrive" Nurdin said.
One of the four Pendekar Village men raised his machete and advanced towards Nurdin without cues and warnings.
Inevitably, by reflex, Nurdin pressed the trigger for Julianus's borrowed rifle, one of the elite residents of the complex who was now twitching rigidly in front of the ghostly figure of a dancer on the third floor of his house.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
The two of them, Parulian and Lamhot, inhabit the elite home of one of the palm oil company bosses they work for. The boss also comes from Sumatra, next door village, which for years migrated to become a tiger in the land of people.
Be years later, one by one they try to follow in the footsteps of the famous figure in their area.
"When can I have a house this big, huh, Bang?" Lamhot. A cigarette was tucked into his black lips, swaying as he spoke, but could not escape from being stuck by the dried saliva.
Parulian laughing. Both of his legs were hanging in the air, both of them were sitting on the upper back edge of this luxurious third-level elite building. The open part is often their means to relax, smoke, play cards or drink.
A relaxing morning. They don't work today. A horrendous explosion in the morning blind. No signal at all. Residents who lived in this housing had gone out and tried to find out what happened, especially when there was an eruption.
Nurdin, a security guard at the complex, tried to calm the residents and promised to find out soon what happened. Parulian guessed that the explosion and eruption had something to do with the adjoining village which is famous for raising troublemakers.
It's mundane.
It is as a nomad, not easily swayed by this kind of problem. As for the signal, it must have something to do with the thick fog rolling around in this air.
"Yes, you have to make an effort. Workings. Work as hard as possible. But if you want to hurry, maybe you can try the pig mengepet only," said Parulian while laughing.
Lamhot, his junior isn't laughing. "I think Parulian bang, witchcraft, witchcraft, moonshine, witchcraft, voodoo or whatever you call it, it's all just delusion, imagination, hallucinations. At most pol, it is psychological, or suggestive. If one believes, then there is one ... In his mind."
Parulian dismissed her laughter, "So, you're telling me you're apathetic, skeptical?"
"Ah, not really, Bang. Godly matters, I can still accept. Gini-gini is still afraid that I will die and go to hell. It's just that I choose Christianity that prays once a week, and that's not necessarily a month there once I go to church. Try it five times a day like our Muslim brothers, have become candidates to go to my hell," Lamhot replied giggling.
"Well, how can you also choose to enter the paradise, avoid the hell of which religion," Parulian replied as he spit down.
"Ah, but seriously I am, Bang. It is impossible for me to believe in all kinds of occult science that many people in this country talk about, "the flame of a cigarette is almost gone because it is too long to stick to the lips without being sucked.
"But ‘kan, is it not in the Scriptures that miracles really exist?" parulian.
"Pavot ... Different is that, Bang."
Parulian spit back to the ground. He opened the cigarette box, picked up a stick and lit it. His eyes narrowed as cigarette smoke began to soar. "I thought you were just doing justification. Afraid you're called godless, atheist, agnostic, heretical. That so?"
"I'm just always trying to think with the brain first bang, not the feeling."
"Where is that anyway? Heh, as you know, even in the Catholic Church, if there are reports of miraculous events and considered miracles such as a statue of Our Lady crying blood, or a person possessed by a demon, for example, still the Church sends people to investigate that phenomenon. Don't-don't just paint the faded and the psychology of the disturbed person."
"Well, let alone Catholicism, then I choose Protestants who do not use this ritual much and religious ceremonies that make more sense."
"That's why you're a young man. It's obvious you said earlier, you're lazy to go to church."
The two laughed out loud realizing Lamhot's contrived reasoning.