The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Pangling
Marni feels something is going wrong in her house. Magical creatures accumulate too densely. The thin layer of their bodies does not make this room crowded like human existence. This was because to these foreign figures, time and space were not something that bothered them. The concept of limitations they are not familiar with. However, from a human perspective, Marni felt the air become vibrant by the heat. Oxygen became flat, making Marni feel her lungs have difficulty getting air.
"Son, what is this?" he said in a murmur to himself.
Marni's thoughts suddenly flew to the various possibilities she hated. He dislikes imperfections, anomalies or glitches in a system. The feeling of unease and guessing made him so upset as if bloated bloated to explode. No one likes obscurity and the untangled and the immeasurable.
Chandranaya the red kuntilanak is still floating above the blood writing japa-mantra made by the young shaman.
Suddenly Marni remembered the responsibility of Wandi and Farid. "Where are those kids? They should have finished their work and returned here. I hope they don't hesitate to carry out the order if I don't cut off their genitals and feed the dogs of the next village" he said indignantly to himself.
Marni looked with her inner eyes. Ghosts without complete limbs walked staggering, squealing, crawling, jagging, jumping, jumping, and limping dragging their legs that were no longer intact.
Suddenly both his eyes were rubbed with the eyes of the floating red kuntilanak who was reddened with blood.
Marni flinched backwards shocked half-dead and cursed. From earlier the kuntilanak just looked blankly, but only this time the female ghost was directly staring at him.
I don't know why Marni was so shocked by the sight of the dead eyes of this female ghost. In fact, it was not a problem for him to meet and face any kind of ghost. At the red kuntilanak was initially he did not feel fear or trepidation at all, other than pretending in front of the young shaman named Soemantri Soekrasana. But this time his stomach felt strange, as if his heart had fallen into the stomach. Especially then Chandranaya giggled horribly and unsettling. Blood coagulated out of his mouth, flowing like lava of sorrow and misery.
Marni further smelled the irregularity. His tongue was mute when he was about to snap at the ghost as he used to do. As a result instead of forcing the courage to yell at the astral figure, Marni turned around and went out, heading to the warehouse behind her house. She hoped that Soemantri Soekrasana who had succeeded her and her husband as if he had been killed by two young lust slaves who were ordered to finish him off.
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Soemantri Soekrasana ran as fast as possible through the trees, jumping over small trenches and moorings to follow two tuyul figures who were chasing so agile that so quickly it looked like they did not touch the ground. Both figures with a child-like body but with a large head and eyes exceeding the portion that tells the existence of Girinata to Soemantri Soekrasana.
Spells kept popping past his lips in order not to just master the two tuyul-bodied figures like the biannual baby, but also to paint a kind of magical map and a list of data on the presence of supernatural creatures in this hamlet, especially after the magical gate has been broken.
When Soemantri Soekrasana almost lost two of the rancid tuyul, he returned as soon as possible to cast another spell, "Mgapah gendhongen I kidang kenkono pelayokno ingsun, cang palancang malem." A science of canuragan lightens the body named Lepas Lumumpat. Soemantri Soekrasana felt his body now become as light as cotton but can move as fast as a dangling. Both legs work automatically without feeling so trying. Soemantri Soekrasana moves fast and agile. The clump and the high weeds were scattered almost without any meaningful movement. Soemantri Soekrasana even sometimes menjereri the two figures of magical thieves who are also reliable runners.
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Mr. Teacher's wife squinted her eyes to see a figure who came bare-chested scattering the fog blanket tonight. The woman with two children swore that she seemed to know well the face of the new person who came. However, if true what is thought, it is impossible for the figure to be touted as young as this, not also with the portion of the body that is sturdy and prime. The lines on the face of this man resembled those he knew, but the person he knew was already middle-aged, slightly bent and walking by dragging his legs. It was also if indeed the person who came was a figure he usually knew as Girinata.
The young man approached slowly and casually. Both hands are tied behind the body. He smiled at Mr. Johan's wife. "The kids haven't slept, nduk?" he's friendly.
Mr. Teacher Johan's wife returned the mysterious man's smile instinctively. He then looked at his two sons and waved his hands hastily for the two to get closer and closer to him, also instinctively.
Highlights brightly lit in the house of Mr. Teacher Johan finally managed to describe every detail of the face and stature of the man.
"I'm sorry, if I may know, what is the need, Mom?" said Mr. Guru Johan's wife while hugging his two sons tightly. The sudden stroke of the night wind made him shudder in horror and goosebumps. He did not understand what happened, but his maternal instinct made him automatically protect his two children.
"After, nduk. You don't know who I am? I'm manglingi to apparently, make pangling?" girinata then chuckled. It seems that he was deliberately playing around with his own pride. The question asked was clearly absurd, because there was indeed an extraordinary change that happened to him. In addition to the face, the whole body is back to rejuvenate. Of course, anyone will be pangling, maybe even not knowing himself now at all.
Mr. Johan's wife narrowed her eyes to look at the guest. Suddenly his eyes opened. Both hands tightly holding his two children who began not to feel at home in prison both arms of his mother. "Russia ... Pakdhe Giri .. Sirinata Sirdhe?" said Mr. Guru Johan's wife stammered. He himself could hardly believe his guess.
The bright lights in his house cannot misrepresent the details of the guest's physical identity. The hair is not gray and still thick. The body is not shrunk and stooped. The skin of the face is not sagging and sagging. But the look in his eyes, the look in the eyes full of mystery but contains delinquency as well as power that is not owned by other people that Mr. Teacher Johan's wife had ever known, especially in Pon Hamlet.