The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Dasimah
Soemantri Soekrasana short-sleeved shirt wet with sweat. The misty night wind that suddenly turned piercingly cold breathed out frost sticking his sweat back into his body. The spell of the Sekilan Cow study was over-the-goal he muttered again, let alone seeing the glint of the shiny keris metal blade in the right hand grip of Girinata who had been youth it. Glittering Girinata keris is not only from the bright lights emitted by Mr. Johan's house, but also from the lust to kill men who evaporate from his body.
"This one hell doesn't want to die, apparently," murmured Girinata.
Girinata's blood that was now young blood was bubbling full of vigor and fury. His keris he held strong.
"Sometimes important work must be done by yourself" he murmured again to himself. "I'll finish you off right now, Soemantri!" this time Girinata cried out loudly to the enemy followed by his body that shot forward like a whirring arrow attacking Soemantri Soekrasana.
Girinata's end did not hit the target: an inch from Soemantri Soekrasana's chest. The later mats even make Girinata more furious themselves. The young shaman seemed to be a puppet moved by the hands of an agile mastermind so that none of his attacks managed to touch his skin, no matter how fast and bahanya puncture and sabetan krisnya.
The explosion of lust killing Girinata made him attack more, faster, looser. Unfortunately and strangely enough, Soemantri Soekrasana remains twice as fast. This made Girinata aware that whatever knowledge his enemy possessed must have managed to predict his movements even before he started.
"Sir, you're a free opponent! He will continue to avoid. I think he mastered the science of Lembu Sekilan!" a voice sounded out at night.
Marni was already standing near the battlefield. His body was wrapped back to the thigh of the shroud. Bright lights glittered playfully on the surface of her bright and beautiful skin.
Girinta turned towards the direction of the voice. He admitted that he realized this too late. "Fuck, motherfucker, assholes! Deserve this bastard with his easy-to-move from my attacks, "girinata swore after knowing that.
But before long, despite sounding annoyed and riled up, Girinata then laughed out loud. "Excellent ... Incredible ... Come, come. Let me test all my abilities and my wife, Soemantri," Girinata said in between her laughter.
He then narrowed his eyes, put his dagger behind his waist and cast a spell. Soemantri Soekrasana could not hear it well. The young shaman's knowledge of ancient science and his spells can indeed be said to be qualified. Soemantri Soekrasana sharpens hearing in order to know what the opponent is doing and will do.
But when he finally managed to hear it, Soemantri Soekrasana's eyes opened wide. He was surprised amazingly. Reality hit him hard. Surprisingly, so did Marni.Pair of her eyes opened wide.
"Sir, sir e ... What are you gonna do?" marni exclaimed, even with a stifled scream.
"You have to help me, bune," said the husband as he looked at his wife meaningfully.
For some reason, Marni looks reluctant and hesitant. His breath became roaring and slightly stingy.
"This motherfucker we have to finish now. We can't spend time just serving him. It'll make all plans crumble."
"But ... Is this the way we're gonna do it now, sir?"protest the wife. His originally haughty face now looked quite weak.
Girinata cast a spell again, then pulled a sharp metal object from the top of Marni's head quickly.
Soemantri Soekrasana bought both eyes. "No way! It's outrageous!" the young man couldn't believe it.
The foggy night air turned to freeze. So cold, there was steam coming out of the mouth of Girinata and Soemantri Soekrasana.
It was then that Soemantri Soekrasana witnessed thick smoke enveloping Marni's body. The woman's face was stiff, stunned, yet resigned as her entire body turned into something completely different altogether.
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Marni died years ago on the night of giving birth to her second child, Wardhani. However, for a reason that will be told later, Marni's body was buried secretly in the land next door by her husband, Girinata, and her witch mother-in-law, Dasimah. Wardhani himself is still red wrapped by swaddling clothes that splashed the ground and carried by the daughter's solstice.
"You need not hesitate, Girinata, my son. Never underestimate and underestimate my power. Sacrifice is necessary, but one day you will thank your symbol for it because for you, space and time have no meaning. She will live like an ordinary woman. He will even enjoy the magic that you and he will master later" said the mother while shaking Wardhani's orok in her arms.
Girinata, with a doubtful but resigned look and countenance, could no longer do anything but prepare to accept what would happen in the future.
The mother and son returned to the cemetery four nights later. Marni's body, which should have been a corpse and died, was seen scraping out her grave. However, he came out not in the form of a physical body, but rather an unsettled soul figure. No one knew but the mother-daughter that their daughter-in-law and wife were dead and now living in another form.
Initially, the translucent silhouette of the long-haired woman who was scattered bubbled disheveled in white long clothes did not trace the ground staring at the nanar towards Girinata. With the strength of his inner vision, Girinata can also find out the gaping hole in the back of his wife's spirit shows all the contents of his organs.
Slowly, Marni's figure solidified. The pale face with dead black marsupial eyes was much clearer on the sidelines of the moonlight that forced through the cracks of the trees. Girinata stared back at his wife who was hovering over the grave with mixed feelings.
In reality, these two nights there were two bodies climbing out of the realm of death.
First, the day before, there was a woman named Sarti who had been killed decades earlier and buried in this place. The little girl dug the dirt from inside. His body without a piece of cloth was round naked with a smooth back body smooth, soft and full of youth at the age of sixteen years.
Sarti's body that completely crawled out of the grave into a young back was picked up by the figure of a mysterious woman full of majesty who stood under a large frangipani tree dressed in a greenish ancient Javanese dress with rags and jariths spread out in all directions, filling the ground of the grave with its strands.
Second, the next night, it was Marni's spirit who returned to the mortal world in the form of a sundel bolong who died in childbirth. It was her husband and mother-in-law who waited and picked her up in the same burial ground as Sarti.