The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Archway
Four people of different ages are getting a patrol turn on this foggy night. Their holster sashes on the shoulder, one person wrapped it around the waist while tucking a machete that is still comfortable in the warangkanya there.
The village gate seemed to light up in the dark because of its red brick even though it was only wrapped in a weak light. The white and yellow cloth tied in the high corners fluttered softly by the lazy night breeze but it felt a little cold.
Four residents of Dusun Pon were guarding a small security post made of boards right beside the village gate. Sip by sip of coffee is enticing to the taste for the guards. The coffee smoke is bound by the mist and blurs together. No one will know what really happened tonight.
Without any sign and cue, suddenly, three mysterious figures brushed aside the curtain of mist. Their bodies were drenched in the dim light of street lamps that were not so bright.
The first one is Wardhani. He was clad in skimpy clothes, walking downhill at night with two young hamlets who followed him like two slaves bound by desire. This was an entirely unusual sight, let alone happening at night like this. The four patrons were confused to think and behave like what to see the sudden appearance of three people.
Wardhani stopped a few steps in front of a security post that appeared more like a log cabin, dug to one side but reluctantly collapsed. The curves of his body were exposed for real in plain sight.
Uncommanded, the two youths who followed him, Juned and Waluyo, broke away and headed straight for the archway. Juned climbed up the red brick archway quickly and removed the knots of dozens of yellow white cloths in number. While the other, Waluyo, began to lift the crowbar and hit one side of the gate. The ancient brick boxes were robbed, scattering their fragments.
"Hey, what are you doing?" shouted the young man who was patrolling, jolted with this strange incident. Although not many still believe in the subdistrict of the gate, still, the gate is part of the history of the hamlet and is a relic of the past. If you can't keep it, at least don't ruin it. So maybe thought the young man patrolling.
Two older men also immediately stood up to witness the sassy incident. One of them, who wrapped a holster around his waist, released a machete that was still attached to his sheath. "Stop! I said, stop!" sounding with threat while lifting the machete that is still in the sheath.
Juned and Waluyo certainly did not understand the call of the patrons who were actually quite familiar to them everyday in this hamlet.
The machete-holder escaped the sharp blade from the scabbard and was about to advance towards the two young men who were performing the act of vandalism. But suddenly his body was thrown in such a way by an invisible force. He hit hard gubug reot the guard post.
Wardhani laughed. One hand extended towards the man who was thrown earlier.
"Wardhani? What the fuck, nduk? Why ... How ...?" the oldest patrol of the four was shocked half dead and confused by what had just happened. It is difficult to even get a choice of words to ask. How not, two young men who he knew as residents of this hamlet suddenly came and damaged the old gate which although they did not believe as a place of sacred and lucky, they did not, still they respect as part of the history of the hamlet.
Not to mention, Wardhani, the girl Princess Girinata and Marni who was rumored to have a psychiatric disorder appeared with a body almost naked on a foggy night. And, if they didn't see wrong, the girl had just thrown their teammates with a mysterious power, without touching it at all.
The patrons felt their hair goosebumps. The magical air smelling of magic ambushed suddenly from all directions along with the appearance of monstrous creatures from behind the fog. They crept up, floated, came to disappear, kayang, and towering high.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Soemantri Soekrasana gritted her teeth, feeling the pulse behind her head spread all the way to her neck and shoulders. He did not expect that he would be beaten from behind and held captive in an old warehouse building with two brained young men, the one who performs all actions is based on the lustful impulse of those who jerk violently.
He walked fast, wanted to run, but the science of Lembu Sekilan that he practiced earlier made him quite exhausted because he had to avoid all the attacks of two young men who wanted to kill him with knives and machetes. Finally he returned to fast while rearranging his breath.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Marni felt the sweat decorate her whole body. The sweaty liquid of her and her husband, Girinata, had merged into one oiling her entire naked body and reflecting the weak light in the bedroom.
Marni took a breath, feeling every inch of pleasure and bursting in her neural segments. Even the second peak of his red chest still stood alive by the satisfaction.
It's been a long time since he last made such a terrible love for Girinata. For too long he was tormented by an old body that gnawed away his days and spirit.
Its slender, mottled, beautifully grooved, yellow skin is smooth, tight and narrow at the bottom there with lush dark foliage, and smells of young sweat instead of smelling of soil, make his spirit arise blindly.
Marni looked at Girinata who was also wet with sweat. His body formed tight and hard muscle bulges. His dark skin wriggled as the man moved to pick up his inner pants. His manhood looked down limp but was satisfied after spewing out a moist liquid that had not been so hard for a long time.
"Come, Mom, wake up. We still have a lot of work to do tonight. Don't let Wardhani work alone. We help him collect all sorts of demons, softeners, fairies and jinn" Girinata said.
"Good, fine, sir. I also need to harvest the magic that passes through this hamlet" Marni said. He stood up, still not dressed. Marni walked to the corner of the room, to the front of a large oval mirror attached to an ancient wardrobe. Marni enjoys her nudity. It is as if he is newly born again and tries to carry out the forgotten functions of the body. Girinata looked at Marni's body then patted her butt gently. Not only Girinata who enjoyed it, even Marni the owner of the body felt reluctant to cover the beauty. He stood in front of the mirror, raising both of his arms to fix the long hair of his responsibility.
Marni smiled, not only because she saw the reflection of her entire body from the mirror, but she smiled at the old figure of her mother-in-law who was standing hunched over on the other side of the room. The old woman's ghostly pride flashed across her lips from behind the darkness.