The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Illumination
Some residents of Pon hamlet were middle-aged men, some older and many more younger children gathered in a simple joglo house belonging to one of the figures of Pon Hamlet. Fast, loud and frantic conversations rang out between the air.
"I saw it with my own eyes. There's a kuntilanak figure flying over the roof of my house. My wife and daughter are witnesses. The two are now huddled in the living room. There are still good boys and my son-in-law who are now trying to calm them down. I don't think there needs to be any more discussion. If we don't believe these events, there's no way we're all gathered in this place, right? Each of us witnesses various mystical events and are we still trying to deny them, looking for plausible explanations? How many years have we been like this? How long have we disappointed the late parents and ancestors of Dusun Pon who believe in supernatural things in our hamlet? Can't we go back to thinking about how evil and inattentive we are to Mbah Darmo who is still trying to live to guard these sacred places?" said one of the middle-aged old men of the eight was long.
"I couldn't think of any other explanation when I saw my late uncle show up this evening at my house. He looked blankly at me for a few seconds, then disappeared through the wall," said another middle-aged old man.
The explanation of these two people being poured was immediately greeted with another low-key voice. The young men also vividly explained their experiences tonight which told a little more of occult things beyond similar reasoning. Spirits of various forms with different historical backgrounds are constantly showing themselves. Not a few of these ghostly figures scare and show a threatening purpose.
"Fathers, I agree. We have sinned against our ancestors by belittling their thoughts and ways of life. We only want progress and physical well-being without paying attention to spiritual and supernatural things" said Mr. Johan, a forty-year-old man with two children who looks clinical, clean and emitting impressions 'uneducated’.
"Education is not only about modernization and the development of the era. Education should also highlight the philosophy of life, behavior and manners. The culture and habits that we have been carrying out so far are perspectives on how we see the world and find solutions in dealing with problems and challenges in life" he continued.
The youths and fathers, especially those with less education, looked at Mr. Johan gawking and blankly. They do not understand what the man says with regard to philosophy, perspective, solutions and so on.
However, clearly, the figure of Mr. Teacher Johan is quite respected in Pon Hamlet because it has a job that is considered honorable, namely a State high school teacher in the center of the District. In essence he is considered as a person who is stylish and modern-minded and smart. So, whatever speech has just been said, must have truth and wise and learned judgment.
Everybody nods.
Just like the others, Mr. Johan tonight gathered with the residents because he saw three pocongs behind his house in the magrib black earlier. The body of the three corpses was dirty by the grave ground. Their faces were pale corpses, dead souls, dead bastards. A moment later, the three pocong figures then disappeared. Still trying to deny his sight, Mr. Johan then found himself hugging one of the pocongs on the bed, like a mere hunk of bolster. The cry of Mr. Johan surprised his wife and two children, especially when he looked carefully there was only a wife who had hugged him.
Everyone still continued to give stories and thoughts about what was happening to them when two other residents were stirred up and reported fires on two sacred old banyan trees in the corner of the field hamlet and the discovery of Mbah Darmo's body floats not far from the river where he usually performs the ritual of care and care of sacred wooden stumps.
Immediately hit the joglo house. The news of Mbah Darmo's death is too shocking, especially related to the news of the sacred banyan tree fire in this hamlet. It is impossible that every event that occurs in such a short time is not interconnected.
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Mr. Guru Johan's family home is the one with the best lighting in the poor and isolated Pon Hamlet. Although simple, but it looks very regularity and beauty. In addition to clean, the arrangement of plants in the yard and terrace of the house is very indicative of good taste.
The wife of Mr. Johan Guru who is the original Pon Hamlet often gets praise from residents. He is considered lucky to have married a State Officer, a teacher, which makes him now more good at caring for himself, home and taking care of family. Not to mention the two boys who are healthy and clean, when to be compared
with the children of Pon hamlet residents who are on average dirty and shabby because their parents work as porters, farmers, builders to workers.
When this happens, the wife just smiles proudly.
Two five-year-old, eight-month-old and four-year-old Mr. Johan boys were running around on the porch of the house, brushing off the thin fog. The joy of the children both made Mr. Johan's wife laugh happily. Whether she was going where her husband was after he cried out in panic after hugging him in the bedroom, startling him and his two sons.
Though as usual, after the magrib, he used to lie on the bed, and the husband also used to go into the room lying next to him even while hugging him. But earlier, Mr. Teacher Johan, the husband, was shouting to shake the whole house.
Maybe because of shame or confusion, her husband suddenly went somewhere. The wife shook her head in a dizzy thought about it and wondered what exactly the husband was going through.
Mr. Teacher Johan's wife looked at the two boys who were still running around in front of the terrace, not knowing that a pair of eyes behind the fog were watching them. The description of Mr. Johan's house is not able to penetrate the darkness that was dragged by the owner of the pair of eyes.
Behind the darkness and fog, Girinata took a keris that he slipped on the belt behind his pants. He saw three pocong figures appear on the roof. He smiled, then stepped surely towards the two boys Mr. Teacher Johan who were running around playing cheerfully.