The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Knee Bending
Four young hamlets with acne-prone faces and body odor hinted at youthfulness and a frenzy that was still choppy and free looked in amazement at Wardhani. The four gathered in the front yard of the Girinata family's spacious house whose floor was embroidered with vines, moss and weeds. Despite the squabbling, but their heads were raised because their eyes did not stop looking at the figure of the Queen of Dedemit who stood towering against the background of the entire universe.
The four young men were named Juned, Waluyo, Wandi and Farid respectively.
Wardhani only wore a loincloth on the lower part of his body, while a pair of tiny little chest covered with cloth that leaves strands in the knot of the back and swayed in the night wind that brings with it various kinds of spirits. Two strands of cloth that Wardhani used to cover his chest and the base region of his two thighs were shrouds. Uncovered bare dark skin on the arms, chest, stomach, thighs and calves of the girl made the four young men rise and fall.
Marni stood beside her daughter. Wrinkles on his skin that had previously spread on the lines of the face now disappeared without a trace, like hand-drawn graffiti on the sand swept by the waves. These two kids look their age.
Eighteen-year-old Wardhani, who is now increasingly showing his kingdom, is paired with his mother who looks no more than twenty-two years despite the age of the original, it is not an ordinary sight for the four young men of responsibility who are in a time of anxiety of lust.
"You have really come and believed in me, as you have believed before" Wardhani told the youths.
Chandranaya, the red kuntilanak peeked out from behind a wild growing shrub on one side of the wall of the Girinata house building.
Now the four young men bowed when they heard the queen's voice. The majesty and power of Wardhani poking from every pore, making anyone in front of his figure will not be able to linger staring at him with a sassy.
"However, relax. Your loyalty and trust will be rewarded" Wardhani said. Both of his hands were stretched out, showing off his armpits and the inner side of his beautiful upper arm, exclaiming a jasmine bead, making the youths of Juned, Waluyo, Wandi and Farid again raise their heads to enjoy the sight before them.
A pair of eyes with lashes tipped by force the universe looked at the four youths alternately flirtatiously but remained full of power, rendering them helpless. Each had long imagined their bodies wriggling over Wardhani's slender body.
Four young men, only four, who from the beginning put their hearts on Wardhani in this Pon Hamlet. They do not care about every skewed talk of the citizens who say that the Girinata family is crazy and crazy, especially the girl, Wardhani. The four did not mind to take pleasure even though they just saw the curves of his innocent body that was not dressed from a hole fractured by the bathroom brick wall near the well behind his house. They also have to take turns to slip their eyes.
Wardhani has clearly known, even since they first peeked at her shower, a year ago.
All four need not be used to follow Wardhani's will, even when he does not yet have and control the spirits who bend their knees before him.
Before long, Girinata who had also turned into a male in his twenties, appeared. Body erect. Bare-chested as if showing off the shape of the chest and stomach muscles that resist cold by night wind attacks.
Wandi and Farid, who were in front of Wardhani, stood up to see the father of Queen Dedemit coming.
Girinata gave both a cleaver and a kitchen knife. He himself held the sword. Girinata then looked towards the other two youths, Juned and Waluyo. "You take two crowbars on the wall there" he commanded.
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A gombel wewe form straddles on top of a sturdy tree branch at the end of the road. His reddish glaring eyes looked in admiration at Wardhani. His thick lips flashed a terrible smile while scratching his long pair of chest dangling.
A figure of genderuwo blatantly appeared on the edge of the path Wardhani passed, cornering Juned and Waluyo who had now grasped the crowbar, which was running behind Wardhani. The large, towering hairy figure grimaced towards Wardhani behind the fog, then his figure disappeared slowly with the most recent grin drowning in the dark of night.
Wardhani walks with passion high self-confidence. His bare feet stepped on the dry foliage of bamboo that covered the path. The first destination is a sacred stone monument at a crossroads.
Upon arriving he and the two young men who were ready to become his slaves at the destination, Wardhani read japa-mantra in his heart. He smiled back considering the innocent folly of the young shaman. He has now mastered the science to rule all the curious spirits, spirits and supernatural beings in this hamlet through the red kuntilanak floating behind him. Even soon all kinds of magical powers, magic, witchcraft or teluh will be scattered through this hamlet. And he will master it all.
Wardhani laughed more and more when he saw the two young men who were excited to piss on the sacred stone monument with Javanese accent writing that had run away. One of the young men even seemed to deliberately show off his manhood that was bowed to Wardhani when he was polluting a respected place in the hamlet before his crowbar destroyed the arrangement of rocks that were tens or even hundreds of years old.
Sundel Bolong crawled past the monument quickly. The two young men were shocked, yet laughed together. Wardhani gave a kiss in the air to two young men who then felt their faces hot by the mutual sense of romance and lust.
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Marni and Girinata joined hands to walk hand in hand with the bodies of almost as young as the two youths behind them.
The four of them walked to the warehouse room behind their home building where the young shaman, Soemantri Soekrasana, was holding, who was tied to a rattan chair where it used to be used for the Dasimah sit when he was alive.
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My mom doesn't believe what she sees. A figure of grandfather, perhaps his age, emerged from behind the fog walking bent over slowly. The black part of his eyeballs is turned backwards, leaving the white part.
The wrinkled skin of Mak Romlah can still feel the feathers goosebumps, standing at will. There was air as sharp as fine needles piercing his body. It felt like fainting when he saw the figure disappear instantly in front of his two eyes.
Mak Romlah turned around to be flushed away immediately when suddenly the figure of the reverse-eyed grandfather was already behind him. The face of the spirits of the grandfathers was only a short distance from the face of Mak Romlah.