The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - The Gentle Corn
Farid's rusty kitchen knife is ready to be thrust into Soemantri Soekrasana's body. In fact, Farid to really make sure that his work will not fail like Wandi. So Farid, who was convinced that he was not drunk or on drugs, approached and held Soemantri Soekrasana's shoulder tightly. Even his feet stomped on the bottom of the rattan chair somewhat motionless.
However, it was true that there was indeed a mysterious power that thwarted the attack of the other young man. Either the magical energy moves the body and seat of the target rattan, or the unknown force pushes the knife so that the stab deviates a little or an inch from the target.
The two young men looked at each other. Both feel that the person they want to finish brings with them the occult. After all, understandably, is not Soemantri Soekrasana the person who is awaited by the Girinata family because it has the knowledge of the ruler of the soft universe and the demits?So, it was possible that this young man was not an ordinary person who could not be killed at will.
Having the same thought, suddenly, even without command, the two young men attacked Soemantri Soekrasana simultaneously. They are serious and they are not kidding anymore. The tip of the knife is pierced blindly, while the sharp blade of the cleaver reads out the chromo blow looking for the most fitting and precise target and target.
Surprisingly, the body of Soemantri Soekrasana who was attacked in such a way moved quickly with a rattan chair, hit the sidelines of the attack. Always escaped at least a bit of danger, even though the two young men did not only attack with sharp weapons that they held. The legs and hands of Wandi and Farid come into play trying to kill at least one attack that can injure the target. But everything just meets wind and empty air.
The rattan chair used to bind Soemantri Soekrasana creaked due to the magical evasion movement of Lembu Sekilan which was controlled by the young shaman.
Soemantri Soekrasana finally separated entirely from the bond. As a result of these hard movements, the old rattan chair ringsek in various places, making it easier for Soemantri Soekrasana to untie her.
Two young men sweat profusely just to see their target get away in a way they don't understand, escaping all attacks that are even impossible to avoid.
Soemantri Soekrasana standing with silat horses. He glanced towards his sling bag that was left to be stung in one corner, then looked intently at the two young men who were his enemies.
"I'm really offended you guys think I'm trivial. Two young men like me who are stupid are given the task to kill me. Even my sling bag was not searched at all," Soemantri Soekrasana exclaimed loudly. "Alright, I've been served this sweetness," he continued without waiting for any reply from the two young men who were also devoured by the confusion.
Soemantri Soekrasana darted forward, spinning once nimbly and beating the heart of Farid, the young man who held a drawn knife. In another movement that is just as fast, Soemantri Soekrasana then trace the broken shin of the young man jolted before Wandi himself had time to read his machete back.
For the final step, Soemantri Soekrasana kneeled Wandi's chin that was bent because his heart was beaten earlier. Not until there, Soemantri Soekrasana grabbed Farid's arm, locking and breaking it.
Farid's screams of pain echoed to the ceiling of the room.
However, Soemantri Soekrasana did not want to stop. He took Farid's knife and then planted it
on the thigh of the opponent. Farid's loud screams incensed, hitting the ceiling of the warehouse and penetrating it.
Wandi, the young man jokingly retreated limping around trying to balance while enduring the pain of his broken shin. He held out his machete threatening, like bothering a dog not to get close.
However, Soemantri Soekrasana did not want to follow. It advances quickly and easily twists from the Wandi bend. Back, Soemantri Soekrasana locked the opponent's arm, also broke it and threw a loose cleaver. With a single stomp, the hand that had been locked and broken was used Soemantri Soekrasana to throw Wandi until hit the wall hard. There's a splash of blood sticking up there. The opponent with a serious wound to the head.
Farid who was roaring slowly slipped down and fell silent. He followed his partner unconscious.
He rushes out of the warehouse with Wandi and Farid who are both out of consciousness.
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A pair of banyan trees in the corner of the hamlet field that was hundreds of years old was on fire. Fires soaring wildly into the sky illuminated the hamlet field bringing with it a history of yawning. Both the sacred objects of the hamlet have been destroyed. The soft jagad, the world for spirits and curious and cursed spirits officially opened wide. Animal-shaped demons broke out.The devil erupted in space.
Juned and Waluyo's faces reflected a red orange glow with no expression and emotion. The two did a good job at the order of the demon queen, the queen of dedemit. There is nothing they want but reward for their loyalty and submission.
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Wardhani smiled to see the body of Mbah Darmo lying on the river bank, next to a wooden stump with a winding white and yellow cloth.
Two young men carrying a crowbar in their hands, Juned and Waluyo, dragged the dead body of the village elder who was over a hundred years old and threw him into the river. The current dragged the corpse of Mbah Darmo lost into darkness and darkness.
Wardhani looked towards Juned and Waluyo who had carried out every request. He then walked towards the wooden stump that was wrapped in white yellow cloth. The river greeted a pair of feet.
Without warning, Wardhani threw the loincloth out of his shroud, crouched down right in front of the sacred wooden stump, then urinated on it. He let the two young men see the fracturing of his tradition in the dimness of nature.
Juned and waluyo were widened. With Wandi and Farid, the two did peek at Wardhani shower several times. They had seen the girl naked whole. But seeing this scene really shook the souls of their young men. How not, even though Wardhani's dark skin was veiled at night, the thin line that opened between his groin was clearly visible, reddened like their morning, pouring water that glides like a rainbow arch in the sunken sky.
Wardhani giggles more horribly than the accompanying red kuntilanakmarifei sees the mimic faces of Waluyo and Juned. The mouth of both half-open, restrained who are ready to fall scattered on the body of Wardhani's makeup no longer, if the girl gives it. That was definitely what Juned and Waluyo were thinking.
Wardhani breathed in the air tonight comfortably while still finishing her pee. There are smells of power in the air, not the smell of urine.
"Stay the archway" he murmured to himself. Each
the breath is depravity and evil that crystallizes, solidifies and strengthens.