The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse Limapuh Sixty
The two people across Sumatra were still talking intimately. However, it seems that Lamhot has already dissolved in this conversation and his own thoughts, "Try to think for a moment, Bang. If indeed the people in this country master magic and magic, they have used it to drive out invaders!" lamhot said excitedly.
Parulian pinched the cigarette between her index and middle fingers. "Well, this ... This is an example of smart people, worshiping logic, arguments and facts that can only be felt by the five senses. Such statements are the mainstay of a person who is lazy to find out and only rely on what he wants to know."
"Well, why, Bang? Where's my fault?" lamhot Protest.
"The Pitung? You know him? Beyond the historical issue of how the Betawi champion looks like, at the end of the story he can be arrested and weakened by the Dutch Company because of the secrets of witchcraft, in the end of the story he can be arrested and weakened by the Dutch Company because of the secret of witchcraft, his magic and immunity in the form of a talisman leaked by his own teacher whose name is Haji Naib. This was because he was pressured by the Dutch. SI Pitung eventually also died exposed to a hot drizzle of gold which is also his weakness due to his existence leaked by his own friend, Somad his name."
"Then, what's the connection, Bang?" lamhot said curiously.
"The defeat of Sultan Hasanuddin was not entirely due to the Dutch attack. At that time the VOC only donated a small army, the rest was from the attack of Bugis forces led by Arung Palakka and Kapiten Jonker from Ambon who led a group of Moluccan soldiers who served in the VOC."
"Ah, still don't know where you're talking, Bang. It was talking about the Pitung, now about Sultan Hasanuddin," Lamhot protested in confusion.
"... and, the hero of this island himself named Pang Suma, who killed, beheaded the invaders with a sword-shaped weapon named Nyabur or Naibor. Many Japanese soldiers including the Commander of the Japanese Trained Forces, Kaosu Nagatani, were also killed at his hands. He is notoriously immune and difficult to kill until finally betrayed by his fellow students. Similar to Pitung, Pang Suma's fellow scholar leaked the secrets of Pang Suma's immunity and magic by being shot using a drizzle from the cauldron's butt, or who had been rubbed into the blackish under the cauldron, towards his thighs. Then Pang Suma fell."
Lamhot shook his head in frustration. Parulian laughed mockingly, "A person like you who is as good-natured as a smart and pretentious person feels most logical and modern, unable to compile all the information I just told you? Bah, how are you?"
Lamhot narrowed his eyes trying to show that he had lost hope altogether, not understanding the senior's intentions.
"We do use witchcraft, shamanism and canoecraft in fighting invaders, while invaders play their game by pitting sheep. From the few examples I gave you earlier, which defeated sorcery and were our heroes and heroes, our own people. The invaders defeated this nation by using fellow natives. That's where you get it, right? Witchcraft is fought with witchcraft or its antidote, the Dutch just sit around looking and arranging the game in it" Parulian said.
Lamhot seemed to be about to protest, but stopped. He realized that their conversation was not something as important as that until they had to dwell there and insist on each other.
Seeing Lamhot speechless, Parulian quipped, "I know you want to protest once ‘kan? Never mind, apathetic and skeptical people will not get what they want. Every time they get a convincing answer, they will look for another justification. And so on," he chuckled.
Lamhot smiled as he coughed. The cigarette fell down, lost in the mist. But he did not stop coughing.
"Campus! Looks like you've got it, Lamhot," quipped Parulian.
Lamhot tried to laugh hearing this, but his cough was getting more and more intense. He immediately thought it might be time to stop smoking.
But now, he's coughing.
Lamhot fell to his knees. The cough was so hard that this spewed out ... Bloods.
Lamhot held onto the viscous liquid coming out from his throat and saw two small, rusty stalks of spikes immersed in the blood liquid above his palm.
Lamhot looked towards the glaring Parulian looking at him in horror.
Lamhot again coughed loudly. Subsequent vomit contained shards of shard and hair coils. Certainly in the process of exiting it, the objects were clearing its way out, the inside of Lamhot's body.
Lamhot this time no longer held back. His body collapsed forward.
Parulian immediately approached his friend who was lying on his stomach and bathed in his own vomit blood.
There was a figure of a sundel bolong also on his stomach beside Lamhot. The hole in his back showed dozens of caterpillars and maggots. The sundel bolong's face turned sideways, but his cold eyes turned to Parulian's.
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Parulian leaped out of the house and ran away like a fidelity. He passed two three steps at once to see what happened above just now. He was scared half to death, he was indeed excited like a cat doused in water. But, he escaped not only because of the most basic sense of man; to survive, but because he did not know what really happened to Lamhot, his colleague. The young man was face down upstairs with a pool of his own blood.
Whatever form, the horrors he saw, a sundel bolong lying on his stomach beside his unconscious body, Parulian had to seek help. He could not let his fellow-campung and compatriots in conditions that, although he could not describe, were obviously very bad.
What Parulian witnessed later was that the front of the house in this complex was already crowded with residents who flocked out. All of them give the same face color and emotion: fear. Their skin was as pale as paper and all the paper was rattled.
All look at each other, spreading information in the form of a reflection of the eyeball lake. Apparently, it was not only Parulian who experienced this strange event. I don't know what the residents have met in their homes.
Before everyone opened their mouths, they uniformly saw the stiff back of Nurdin's body.
They were unaware that a few seconds ago, Nurdin had just pulled the trigger for Julianus' borrowed rifle. The four strangers standing in front of them, a few steps in front of Nurdin, were unmoved. Obviously one of them should have been shot. But, this is nothing that characterizes it that way.
Everyone is still silent. This strange atmosphere grew even more bizarre when before long, the figure of two people they both knew as fellow Nurdin security guards of the complex, Pak Rudi Suwarno and Juwanto, appeared. Their uniforms were torn and full of blood.
However, the two guards looked healthy. The only thing that differs from the physical picture of the two is that their wild, overzealous, and practical eyesight is very different from the two people they used to know.