The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Verse Seventy Six
Sarti crouched over the entrance gate of the paved road of Kampung Pendekar. The atmosphere he witnessed now took him back to his original life, namely his early life as Ratna Manggali while still high in Daha, Kediri Kingdom, Kediri, during the reign of King Airlangga who ruled in the year six and one thousand forty-two AD.
Coastal villages in the territory of the kingdom of Kediri at that time became the victim of angkara wrath of the mother, namely Dayu Datu from the village of Girah, the legend then knew her as Nyi or Ibu Calonarang and nicknamed Rangda Nateng Girah.
The anger of the mother was triggered because of the humiliation made by the community to her son, Sarti the Ratna Manggali. Humiliation for the sake of humiliation in the form of ridicule, swearing and abuse makes the mother's blood boil and bubble. People scorned Ratna Manggali because she was the son of a witch, the master of the powerful science of Ngiwa Leak and considered cruel and evil.
The mockery, ridicule and ridicule are not merely considered mere bullying, but as a form of rancor or oppression. In addition, Nyi Calonarang feels that the public sees female figures like her who have an unnatural ‘job’, namely as a witch and a Leak scientist, as a figure who has no place, as a figure who has no place, dirty and ugly.
Thus, the day of Kajeng Pon at midnight, where everyone had slept soundly did not dare to go out on that sacred day, the aunts of Ratna Manggali, namely the sisya or the female disciples of the mother, get out of college. They flew about, leaping into the air in the form of balls and the prowess of fire and bright rays.
The air in the coastal villages was suddenly sultry, the heat was burning. Heat waves in the air spread from the trajectory through the ball and the fire arrays.
The children are restless in their sleep. Baby crying suddenly. The howls of dogs are mutually unpretentious colliding with the sound of a kookan goak or a low boisterous crow. No matter the dry season, land frogs sound crowded, intermittent with the sound of geckos sticking to the ceiling of the house or trees.
Society awakens with unprovoked singularity and fear. They heard the sounds of animals overlapping in this unnatural time. They also feel the heat. But none of them dared to open the door to go out and bother the stray dogs, or open the window to let the cold wind into the house.
Gripping atmosphere. Their hearts beat faster as if they wanted to break into their chests, jump out.
Endih, or balls and flares so-called in the sky then slid down on the streets and rooftops of the villagers' houses, breaking apart bursting into explosions. The wrapping of fire that enveloped the leak turned into various forms of other creatures.
Thirty-nine sisya in number.
Split chunks of fireballs split and gave rise to large wild monkeys, dirty furry slum dogs, and long-fanged pigs. They roam the streets along coastal villages, rejoicing, dating and joking. More and more leaks turn into creatures in the form of goats, buffalo or horses. There was also a crest-shaped leak, a giant whose eyes were empty and large holes with fangs forced out of his mouth. These cloves flashed, ran around, danced in revenge and wrathful angkara. They tease the residents in the house that docked each other fear by leaning on the gate of the house. While the leak in the form of white cloth rolled long and thick unfortunate across the ground. A sister of Ms. Calonarang stopped at the crossroads of the village road, staying there forming the figure of a corpse tower, swaying in place.
The mother, emerging from the darkness, flicked away the dark curtain of the night drifting down from the ripples of fire and heat in the sky as her background.
Sarti remembered that he was at home, crying. He was sad because the mother was unable to hold back the anger towards the citizens in the entire Kediri region. This means that life will fly easily. On the other hand, the harassment of words by them against him, the humiliation of his mother and family has also been stuck in the recesses of his soul.
That is why, although she was at home and in a state of troubled heart, the mother put all the sights in the villages in a magical way into her mind. Every lunge and action of the sisya leak was imprinted in his inner vision. He saw everything that happened so clearly.
The dark night suddenly became bright and hot, suddenly dizzy with drizzling rain. Making the soil smell of the sky and make the leak more joyful to play in the puddle.
When dawn broke, just like the nature of black magic, the leaks disappeared back into their original form: the female sisya, flocking back to their paddocks.
The residents who were shaking in fear slowly opened the door and ventured out of the house. They feel the sun is saving them tonight.
Unfortunately, all their thoughts are wrong.
In the Girah village college, the sisya, the Calonarang and Sarti the Ratna Manggali, together watch the death show of their work overnight through the inner eye.
The children were sick that morning, then died tragically. Crying and grief echoed throughout the kingdom of Kediri. The deaths of these children were followed by adults who suddenly vomited, snatched and died shortly. Others feel their skin itching, scabs and festering. Not until late afternoon, their lives were separated from his body.
The cries of the villagers were followed by the applause and laughter of the sisya. They congratulated each other on their work. Seven exemplary sisya, the oldest and greatest are drawn praise from the young sisya.
Nyi Lenda, the smartest, black-haired one so long that it was dragged on the ground, last night turned into a big skinny dog-like leak. Sometimes he also turned into a giant figure of half a dog, spreading his deadly saliva throughout the village. He was spotted by his younger brother, Nyi Lendi. Though Nyi Lendi is the most ferocious Mother Calonarang sisya. Contrary to her sister, her hair was short along the cheeks. He cut it to avoid the hassle of putting out his burning hair when he spat out the fire. Last night Nyi Lendi turned into a half-streaked tiger.
Nyi Gendi smiled with satisfaction. It was easy for him to spread plagues and diseases by turning into the figure of a long-eared goat, or a giant half-goat demon. This woman's smile was answered by Nyi Guyang's bad and mischievous smile which is an expert in witchcraft and pellet science. It's just that, last night, this sisya nicknamed Nyi Jaran Guyang turned into a horse not to tempt people with romance, but with angkara.