The Angkara Murka
The Book of Obong - Priyam
The sky at that time was orange with gray cracks into the background. That was the time of the next meeting of Satria Piningit and the mysterious boy. Satria Piningit was ripping off the skin of sugar cane with her teeth after school still wearing a blue-and-white uniform because she did not go home immediately, when she was chewing on a cane stick, sipping the water, he said, and spitting out his dregs in satisfaction and laughter, the boy stood in front of Satria Piningit out of nowhere.
It was around five o'clock in the afternoon where the sun was still trying to survive his defeat at the Kala so that Satria Piningit could still see clearly the figure of the boy. His thin, dry limbs slashed out from behind the cane sticks. His skin was dark black, even Satria Piningit could smell the burning smell from his body. Perhaps this child has been working under the sun for too long, Satria Piningit thought
"Damn it! Shock me. I think you're a ghost" exclaimed Satria Piningit, though at that moment she realized that ghosts could not appear in the afternoon which is still quite bright.
"Didn't you see this gardener watching you?" said the boy without regard to Satrua's shock reaction earlier.
"Huh? Pakslik Sarta you mean? He's gone home. After all, he only helps keep this sugar cane garden from wild animals, not teenagers like me. The sugar cane master I think also will not be bothered if a stick of sugar I eat," Satria Piningit said acting indifferent while again gnawing at the sugar cane stem sweating sweet water. His heart rate slowly became normal again.
"The sugar cane keeper I mean," said the boy, pointing to the left of Satria Piningit with his thin index finger.
Satria Piningit turned her face toward the boy. Satria Piningit saw nothing, nothing but the tall stems of the cane tree and the leaves were partly dark brown.
"Don't play games" Satria Piningit said in a quivering voice. This time he could not cover his heartbeat that was racing so fast.
The boy closed his eyes. "So you didn't see him?" his hoarse voice again sounded with Javanese language that is not too well captured and understood Satria Piningit.
Hearing this, Satria Piningit sighed and exhaled violently. The boy was obviously bullying her, Satria Piningit thought. He just sat down. "Good, fine. What exactly is the shape of the gardener who is watching me?" satria Piningit asked the boy, but his voice no longer shook from the shock and a little trepidation. Satria Piningit already knew this child, so he was determined to try to follow the game.
Unlike what Satria Piningit expected, the boy who actually now even looks like confusion then replied slowly, "The man was tall past the cane trees. He was also large with almost his entire body covered in coarse feathers, and a pair of long fangs sticking out of his mouth."
Satria Piningit was now relieved. He laughed softly because he understood this situation and was absolutely sure that the child was working on it. "Gendruwo? I don't know what these village kids are telling you. Ever since they found out I was a transfer boy from Borneo two years ago, they've always used the same mockery. He said the Borneans like to eat the flesh of people, keep the human head as a home decoration, or at worst as the people of Borneo should I be able to see ghosts or supernatural creatures. But you have to be sure, I can't see ghosts, even if there are ghosts," Satria Piningit said, laughing out loud this time.
"Where did you say you were?" ask the boy.
"Borneo. My mother is a Dayak. My real father is from this village" replied Satria Piningit later.
The boy seemed to think hard, but then shook his head in surrender.
"You don't know Kalimantan? Never heard of Dayak'?' the boy nodded again. "Aren't you taught in school this kind of general knowledge problem?" satria Piningit said a little. It could be that the boy did not know the name of one of the largest islands in the country.
As Satria Piningit expected, the boy shook his head again.
"So you don't go to school either?" ask Satria Piningit.
Finished asking, as soon as Satria Piningit felt regret. No wonder this kid is not in school. Indeed, there are some children from this village who do not go to school because their parents include people who are unable to even though some tend to feel not too important to go to school. The majority of the teenagers in this village are only elementary school graduates. Satria Piningit apologized, but the boy turned around to leave.
He stopped, "I'm Priyam" he replied without turning his face away. "If you go home through the gate in the north, don't forget to say excuse me. His guard, Mbah Wijanarko is not too fond of the village children who are not brazen often urinate there. Just in case, let him not mistakenly think you are with the other children," he said as he walked away from Satria Piningit who was stunned to do what.
"Based on the boy. All four of them prank me. Where is his face and his way of speaking is serious as well" muttered Satria Piningit in a voice so low that only he himself could listen to him.
But the funny thing is, when passing through the gate made of red bricks, Satria Piningit still said, "Excuse me, Mbah," while looking around, even though he did not get one.
Priyam seems to have succeeded in pranking Satria Piningit.
Before long Satria Piningit met Priyam back on a night so hot and sultry, as if somehow in the corner of the eye, the crust of hell was cracking and spitting sparks of fire. The heat of the temperature is not burning like a broad daylight sun, but the air is so hot, like there are hundreds of people who are burning an acre of garden in a place somewhere somewhere.
It was Satria Piningit's turn to stand guard, patrol, with the children of his age. This activity has not been a duty of children their age, but because tomorrow is Sunday and together with children of the same age, Satria Piningit decided to join the overnight patrol just for the day.
After chatting with the children and teenagers at the patrol station, Satria Piningit walked alone apart from the group. He tried to hunt for wind that could fight the heat of the air.
That's where he is. Priyam in the usual place. But he was not crouching, he stood up, again bare-chested, and looked straight at Satria Piningit.
"Priyams. What the hell are you always doing there?" satria Piningit. "Every time I want to pee you'll be there. Like there is no work. But this time I have no intention to defecate, come with me to find the wind," he continued.
Without a word to reply to Satria Piningit's question, Priyam jumped lightly over the small time and stood beside Satria Piningit.
On that hot night of air rolling in the air, the two of them walked along the path of red land. Both pass through sugar cane fields, rice fields, banana trees and Chinese petai. The yellow light bulb hanging by the side of the road illuminates the road with a dim light, almost impervious to the darkness of the night. Again Satria Piningit smelled a burning smell from Priyam.
"Where do you really live, Priyam?" satria Piningit asked after a while they calmed down soundlessly out of their mouths.
Priyam pointed towards the darkness of the night. There is a small walkway between the rice fields and a banyan tree, "Lor ndeso. North of the village," he said. The small path is only visible in the front of it, after which it goes nowhere because it only looks as bright as the light at the end of the road far away there.
"It's dark" Satria Piningit responded.
"So, you really can't see ... that?" priyam asked, suddenly, like cutting off the previous discussion without responding to Satria Piningit's reaction.
"Dear ghost? Not know. But if you're a ghost, then I can see it" Satria Piningit joked. But Priyam did not laugh and looked serious.
"Are you sure you can't see the woman in red floating on the banana tree?" both eyes directed Satria Piningit to a row of banana trees in a row of rice fields.