The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Cowering and Scrunching
Soemantri Soekrasana looked up. Among the trees, there was a figure of kuntilanak flying. Not long a ray of light shot up following the appearance of the female ghost. Followed by several more arrays, various colors decorate the sky like fireworks at the turn of the year party. The difference is, there is no joy there. There is only suffering and grinding of teeth due to pain and torment.
"Science is sound," the young shaman murmured softly.
Suddenly Soemantri Soekrasana realized the pain that ambushed. But this time not from the back of his head where he had previously been struck by Girinata, but in the palm of his left hand where he incised a knife to write japa-mantra on the tile floor of Girinata's house.
His face changed, but still could not be read. There was something that flashed through his mind, and it was something serious and earnest.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Marni battered her body with a shroud forming kemben. He stood in the yard of his house whose floor was covered with wild plants. Some kuntilanak ghost figures with pale faces, long hair reaching the ground, hovering around it not touching the land.
Screens of light flashed in space. The naked eye of an ordinary human may not all be able to see, but obviously each of their pores will force the hair on the arms and nape to be brushed due to atmospheric changes in the place where the streaks of light are cut through.
Marni closed her eyes, sensing the gates of the two worlds would be fully opened. His daughter, Wardhani, will give him perfect magical powers.
Kinanti's spirit curled up behind a shrub that was attached to one of the outer walls of her house. Marni looked at the spirit of one of her children. "Minister, my dear child. Thank you for all your sacrifices, son. Your parents will return. We will be much better off than anyone in our family. Your mother and father will continue to stay young. Your sister, Wardhani, will rule not only this hamlet, but also the soft universe, where you live. You too, Kinanti. You will continue to be with us here, with your family," Marni said. He smiled widely as the rays increased and scattered in the sky.
Kinanti not responding. He was getting closer and shrinking. No one understands what a ghostly figure feels in such a state.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Girinata can clearly smell the soil, trees, and flowing river water. "This hamlet is mine now" he said slowly as he walked with a mighty dashing. He returned to bare-chested, showing off his sweat that was dried up by the night air of his crazy love affair with Marni. However, according to his words to Marni the wife, their task is not really finished. All five sacred objects in the four places must be destroyed. Wardhani with his power will rule the spirits. He and Marni will enjoy, whatever the princess gives.
Girinata then ran small towards the center of the hamlet, passing through the field with a fire that was still burning devouring the wooden remains of two sacred banyan trees.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Marni flinched and opened her eyes.
Pocong suddenly appeared lying like a bolster nearby. The face behind the white, shabby cloth no longer looked human. It no longer looks pale, it tends to rotten. Blackened and smeared everywhere. His pair of eyes glared at Marni with the tip of a finger just out of his sockets.
Likewise the figure of a broad sundel with thick hair piled up expands on his head. The ghost giggled near Marni. Show off a row of blackened teeth and some pointy.
Marnie felt something unusual. He smelled a strangeness and irregularity. Why are these creatures gathered in his house? Hadn't the five sacred objects in four different places all been destroyed? Why didn't they just follow Wardhani, obey all the orders of his daughter?
Marni turned her body. The supernatural creatures suddenly disappeared and then the tests appeared at will. The spirit of Rama also appeared beside him. Marni was shocked. But before Marni could say anything, even a swearing, her father's spirit walked through the walls of her house and disappeared.
Marni squinted both of her eyes.
He followed where his father's spirit went, which was to penetrate into his house.
The door creaked when he opened.
The dim light could not fill the spacious living room.
"wait. I'll fix this room in a minute. I'll cram a bright beam of light into every living room cavity so that the luxury is clearly painted," muttered Marni's determination to herself.
The red kuntilanak floated in the middle of the empty room. His pair of eyes were dripping blood that kept flowing past the red kebaya, the jarit and his two legs.
"Would you like to be here? You should be with Wardhani" said Marni trying to sound resolute to the ghost figure dressed in red. Unfortunately, he himself felt the sound coming out of his mouth rather weak and unsure. To be honest, he was a little scared.
Chandranaya the kuntilanak stared blankly at Marni, but did not really look at her, but rather as if penetrated space and time into a certain universe.
The drop of blood from the female ghost is very disturbing Marni, but she has no power not to see it, until ... marni's sight was pounded on the blood flow dripping on the japa-mantra inscribed Soemantri Soekrasana with her blood on the tile floor of her living room.
Marnie gathered courage. There is a kind of power that makes him interested in coming closer even though somehow, faced with this one ghost, his guts shrivel. He was also carried away as ghosts slowly began to emerge through the walls, creeping on the ceiling, crawling on the floor and floating in the air. He did not even find the ghost of the father who penetrated into his house earlier. Perhaps, the Rama really wanted to show something, he thought.
Marni is not at home with this mystery. He was angry with the appearance of ghosts. "Go you! Hurry along! Don't let my son, Wardhani, call you and it turns out you're not there. He will punish you with his spell" exclaimed Marni still trying to sound fierce.
However, his two eyes then still mashed the spell inscription on the floor whose blood had dried it. Chandranaya's blood dripping on it was a mere pseudo. It was as if the red kuntilanak just wanted to show it to Marnid in his way.
Marni's impact didn't have any effect. The creatures continued to arrive, filling the large room that suddenly became very narrow. Marnie had difficulty breathing.