The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Guard
Medengar confessions of the father, Soemantri Soekrasana suddenly stunned. At that moment, anyway, shards of mist tucked into the room in the house through the courtyard with unkempt moults on it as well as the old, unkempt furniture and the dull Dutch tile floor chewed by the kala.
A red Kuntilanak crawled on the back of this young shaman. His face was pale white, not deathly, but dead. Both of his eyes were covered in pools of blood that slowly flowed down his cheeks. The face full of suffering and resentment was clinging to Soemantri Soekrasa's side. The mouth of the kuntilanak opened slowly, again whispering something with a magical softness in the ear of the young man.
Soemantri Soekrasana's face stiffened for a moment, then her forehead frowned. He looked at all the members of the Girinata family who were still staring back in horror at him. The ghost of the grandmother is still seen standing hunched on the sidelines of dimness, as well as the spirit of Kinanti who is no longer tightly attached to the back of the father. Kinanti's figure was now crawling back and forth slowly, continuing until it clung to crawling on the wall like a male female spider, still walking backwards and stopping in the middle of the wall.
"The occult gate has opened. The last guard has fallen," Soemantri Soekrasana said as if repeating the words of Chandranaya, the red kuntilanak. "That's why this hamlet needs you, Wardhani," Soemantri Soekrasana continued. The young man's face showed deep concern. Chandranaya, the red kuntilanak, had just told him in a magical voice that a guardian of the four sacred sites of Pon Hamlet had just died.
"Wait, what do you mean, son Soemantri?" girinata said, the father.
Soemantri Soekrasana cleared her throat again. "The sole guardian of this hamlet of occult activity has just died."
"Mbah Darmo's? You mean Mbah Darmo, son of Soemantri? For youth is the only elder of this village who still performs the ceremony and cleansing of the sacred places," this time Marni, the Mother, who spoke.
Soemantri Soekrasana nodded steadily. "While the red kuntilanak that is with me can hold the spirit of Kinanti and sobah, but it will not be long. They will be greatly affected by various types of supernatural creatures that come to ambush this hamlet. Not to mention the terrible energy, magic, witchcraft or other magic that will arbitrarily pass through this place. Wardhani is only the only person left to be able to rebuild the fortification of Pon Hamlet from this magical activity," said Soemantri Soekrasana, looking closely at the three Girinata family members.
The night air immediately felt cold piercing, penetrating the walls, combing the tile, tucking the air, hitchhiking the wind and peeling in filled the rooms in the once magnificent mansion. As a result, the three members of the Girinata family are now docked like chicks sheltering from the rain.
"Mr ... What do we do?" said the wife stammered.
Wardhani, their daughter also looked at her father, but with blank eyes. "I will obey Mas Soemantri" he said before Girinata could answer his wife's question.
Both her parents looked at each other. Girinata's first protest, "You sure, son? This is not an easy thing. You already understand how it feels. For more than twenty years you kept a secret about your mbakyu spirit stuck to your back. It's all because you feel sorry, guilty and responsible for his behavior during life, as well as your own actions and decisions" Girinata said then looked at the ghost figure of Kinanti, his first daughter, as well as his own actions and decisions, attached to the wall in reverse position. The reddish hair of my hair fell down strangely.
Marni, the mother, hugged her daughter's shoulder. Sobbing he looked closely at his son's face and said, "Oh, nduk. Somehow destiny treats us. Maybe it's all your parents' fault, you shouldn't have to take part and not be the source of the mistakes we've done in the past."
Soemantri Soekrasana nodded. He was about to stand up when his body suddenly dug. There was a gust of wind that came suddenly. Soemantri Soekrasana balanced her body. His forehead wrinkled. The red kuntilanak giggled softly, his blood tears flowing down just as slowly. Before long his body fluttered and disappeared, followed by Kinanti who crept backwards upside down on the wall and the princess who slipped in the dark.
"What's this?" soemantri Soekrasana said more to herself.
Suddenly the young shaman's body jerked, then thrown like a dry leaf. When he was about to stand back up, his body was dragged up to three times on the tile floor by an invisible force.
Wardhani and Girinata, the boy's father, shouted in shock. But the two were almost speechless as they watched Marni's body, their mother and wife, rise into the air. Both his arms stretched out and his legs bent in straddle.
The half-century woman's face was as white as a cotton swab with her mouth forming a grin. His pair of eyes bulged, creating a completely different view of people. There's 'the others' getting inside Marni's body.
The cold wind came in slapping the tongue of the window and the door leaf. Floating curtains, flying mats.
Marni laughed loudly, shrillly screeching her ears. Making the father of children under the figure of their mother and wife who were floating in the air closed their ears.
"So soon get away from there!" exclaim Soemantri Soekrasana to Wardhani and Girinata. The ordered crawled both by two, holding each other to get away as soon as possible. There's no time to not believe what they saw and think what's going on about this. Their wives and mothers were hovering above the air not tracing the ground, that alone was already a picture of an extraordinarily horrifying and astonishing event.
Soemantri Soekrasana stared at Marni, then her pair of eyes worked left and right. Where're you? Back soon!" exclaim Soemantri Soekrasana in the form of a restrained voice. This command is intended to return to call the red kuntilanak that was suddenly lost. But it seems Soemantri Soekrasana must overcome this problem alone. The invisible red kuntilanak rod nose ghost.
Marni was now looking towards the young shaman. The laughter of the possessed woman was instantly gone, as well as her grin that turned into a painting of an angry look on her face.
"Celebrate!!!" shout Marni. There was another layer of sounds of creatures appearing along with his screams. The resulting sound vibrations whisk the guts of anyone who is normally still an ordinary human being. No exception Soemantri Soekrasana himself.
The figure of Marni who is possessed by this spirit establishes his gaze to the young shaman. His ten fingers formed claws and his body floated down roaringly darting rapidly towards Soemantri Soekrasana.