The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Privileges
Five young men walking on the path of the hamlet left right overgrown with bamboo plants. That night was covered in a string of fog. The rustling of the wind made the bamboo stalks rub against each other, creating magical and sacred natural music. Great and terrible at the same time.
The five joked, joking, teasing each other, pushing each other, elbowing each other with a sense of friendship and youth that flowed from their crowns, joining each other twisting in the air.
Budi, the darkest skinned youth among the five, but the most handsome, half ran in front of the others. Suddenly he fell down. That nice face smelled the ground covered in dried bamboo leaves.
The four friends laughed out loud. "Rasakno, taste. Kakehan polah, most of your behavior," said Agung, a young man in a white and gloved shirt. His other colleagues also mocked Budi with a variety of ridicule and ridicule that is joking.
Budi was not hurt by the taunts of his colleagues. He would do the same if his friend fell like him. However, he was curious so that he turned his body to see what made him fall down.
He squinted his eyes to see more clearly. He no longer cared about the sound of laughter of his friends who still resonate.
There is a figure of a pocong clearly seen lying stiff across the road where he stumbled earlier. The shroud that enveloped him was shabby and full of earth stains. The face poking out from an opening in the cloth looked pale, half-rotting. His eye cavity no longer has an eyeball, only worms play there.
Suddenly he stuttered. Who wouldn't? His heart seemed to stop. There was an unusually strange atmosphere that ambushed him, making his entire body cold, frozen. The response is to try to wake up. He did it half dead. Moreover, Budi decided to run as fast as he could even though both his legs were like a rock.
His friends who were confused by Budi's strange behavior suddenly shouted his name, increasingly surprised by what happened.
However, their astonishment and questions were not long. The four of them then scattered, escaping fluttered as well. The young man named Agung saw there was a female figure behind the bamboo grove that was bare-chested, without cover. His chest hangs freely like a papaya. His face was pale and naughty. He looked at Agung with a seducing gaze, but the results were even horrible and disgusting. Not only that, Agung menggelos when he found out that the figure turned out to be horse-footed.
Not stopping there. Others saw a man walking quickly towards them, but carrying his own head. Or three pale boys crawling on the ground quickly, like a part of the ground itself. Or the kuntilanak had hair so long that it swept across the ground, yet both of its legs floated in the air. As well as a skinny, tall, towering figure with a lifeless look, slurped behind the trees.
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Soemantri Soekrasana explained to the family that the strangeness experienced by Wardhani may actually be a talent and privilege.
"I don't want this talent, Soemantri. If this is called a privilege, I'd rather be a poor commoner" Wardhani said, rejecting whatever he charged.
Girinata, the real father of the girl looked fixedly at the face of the princess ayu with great affection.
Soemantri Soekrasana said, "Wardhani, there is something I want to say again," he then also looked at the father. "Sir, this is also related to the father," then looked at his wife, Marni, the mother of Wardhani.
Soemantri Soekrasana captured the look on the face of the father as an agreement to explain further. "Begging permission, I will open your inner eyes to see what I see" said the young man, who addressed Wardhani. "Prepare your hearts."
The young psychic closed his eyes, reciting the mantra of the goal-goal solemnly.
Not long after the atmosphere of the room changed. It was as if there were invisible fine needles piercing their blood vessels.
Wardhani held a cry as her inner eyes opened. The figure of the red kuntilanak looks again floating behind Soemantri Soekrasana's cross-legged body still closed his eyes. Girinata flinched, yet was still able to hold back. So did Marni who held her mouth with both hands. The three of them shifted their seats away from Soemantri Soekrasana. Obviously, all of them can see the figure of red kuntilanak present with Soemantri Soekrasana.
"Please calm down, he will not do anything to you," said Soemantri Soekrasana who has now opened both eyes.
"Now, can you see Dasimah's grandmother sitting on that rattan chair?" Soemantri Soekrasana pointed to a corner of the room where the figure of a grandmother sat down on the chair.
Girinata widened her eyes, but a moment later her gaze became shady. "Mother ...," she said slowly. Marni the wife also held back from seeing her late mother-in-law who died more than twenty years ago was in front of their eyes despite being shrouded in gloom.
"So, you see so much of it, son?" marni asked Wardhani who was immediately responded with a slow but very convincing nod. The mother stroked her chest, a mixture of concern, pity, but also love and care that was overflowing, not expecting every time the daughter was shown with these supernatural appearances.
"There's another one I want to point out, Wardhani," Soemantri Soekrasana uses the pronoun 'me' to Wardhani to show closeness and familiarity, while for respect, she uses 'me' to the girls' parents, "I must warn Father, Mother and you, Wardhani, that what you will see is not only shocking and terrible, but also sad."
The three family members of the children did not say a word, although it was clear that it was too late for them to think again let alone retreat.
The red kuntilanak floated in the air not treading the floor. Both of his eyes were crying blood, his mouth was wide open as if he wanted to scream, yet without a sound. Sumpah figure, the late mother of Girinata's birth stood slowly. His body is seen in the shadow of a large room but with poor lighting.
Before long Wardhani and Marni hugged each other and shifted their bodies as quickly and as far away from the father as possible. There was a female figure in a smelly white shirt, coarse hair like a reddish headscarf littered the ground was hugging Girinata tightly from behind.
"Right ... Nak ... That's your sister, Kinanti," hysterical Marni told Wardhani, who she still hugged tightly.
"Mr ... There's a ghost of Kinanti on your back, "this time Wardhani is screaming frantically at the father.
Girinata sat down. His eyes shed tears. Sadness flooded the house as he turned his face to his wife and son and said, "Father knows, Wardhani. It's been twenty years that you've been holding a Kinanti."