The Angkara Murka
The Book of Obong - Carik
However, Satria Piningit still felt that friendship with children and slightly older teenagers was insincere. Understandably, he had not long known that his family was so respected in this village. Colonial heritage house with floor with Dutch tiles, sturdy cement walls that are different from the average village residents who walled bamboo woven alias gedhek and solid ground floor, solid, make anyone aware that the house of Mbah kakung and mbah his daughter belongs to the rich and respected.
His peers like scrambling to visit the house of Mbah kakung and mbah his daughter to invite Satria Piningit to play or socialize, he said, though secretly they also want a dinner or syrup given by princess Satria Piningit when they know there are children who treat their grandchildren well. From there Satria Piningit also then finally knew that the villagers called his brother Mbah with the nickname Mbah Carik.
Satria Piningit's father often told me that his ancestors in this village were once descended from Carik. It was a name for a position in the past in Java that referred to the work and responsibilities of a kind of village secretary in charge of correspondence and other admissitration interests. Carik became the second person to be honored in the village after lurah. Especially if lurah is not present in a certain meeting, or can not take part in an activity, then Carik is the one who replaces his role. So it is clear that Carik is highly respected in this village.
According to the father, the brother of Satria Piningit named Darwen is no longer serving as a Carik. But because the citizens have always been accustomed to calling the Carik and his descendants with the call Carik anyway, then the mbah Darwen Satria Piningit called with the altar Carik Darwen until now. The father even had a joke, if he still lives in Java until now, in this village later he or his mas, namely Satria Piningit pakde might also be called as Pak Carik.
Honestly, Satria Piningit did not mind all the good that the citizens, especially the children of his age, addressed to him.
Everyone, be it children, young, old to grandparents know who Satria Piningit is. "I know, putune mbah Carik Darwen sing seko Kalimantan. Grandson of Mbah Carik Darwen from Kalimantan," they said.
But it has been two years Satria Piningit lived in this village get such treatment, careless also sometimes it feels. Eventually he became lonely again, feeling distant from his parents and siblings. And a wonderful thing happened until Satria Piningit met Priyam.
"You must go home" said Priyam suddenly. Without further ado as usual, also cutting and changing the theme of the conversation at will was indeed the hallmark of the strange boy. Priyam turned around as they approached the village cemetery.
"It's too crowded" Priyam said. Satria Piningit looked towards the grave. There was only one yellow light hanging under the frangipani tree inside the walls of the cemetery complex, the rest was dark, dark and deserted.
"Too many?" Satria Piningit repeated Priyam's statement.
"Tonight there was a market there. I can't stand a crowd like that" Priyam replied coldly.
As they walked home, Priyam then turned towards the house she had pointed out earlier with a small path leading into the darkness with a banyan tree on the edge. He did this without saying goodbye to Priyam. Over time Satria Piningit is reasonable and not surprised anymore by Priyam's strange behavior and like a ghost. He himself then down the small times where he used to shuck, returned to the patrol post. There children the age of Satria Piningit and the teenagers laughed loudly playing gaple cards while peeling the junkyard nuts. He had wanted to ask about Priyam and her house in lor ndeso there, but stopped because she was already very sleepy.
"I bali sik, yo cah, go home first, already sleepy," he said to his colleagues.
"Easy Sunday night patched up with us, even went home early. Never mind, go home there before the princess lock the door," always one of Satria Piningit's village friends who likes to drink wine. The other children and teenagers nodded their heads at Satria Piningit. Their behavior was nothing annoying towards Satria Piningit to date. Yes maybe because once again, he came from a family that was respected during the descent in this village.
Satria Piningit then went home and fell asleep. Mbah putri and mbah kakung who used to sleep through from midnight did not bother to question him again when he came home to the front of the house earlier.
The village of Satria Piningit. There are new residents moving from Banyuwangi, East Java. It's not unmitigated. All the citizens, from the naked little snot to the hunchbacked parents, came huddled into the new family home, like looking at a monkey mask.
This is natural considering that not many people move to Obong village. There are even Obong villagers who stop to find a better life in the city or country of people. This incident is exactly the same when first Satria Piningit delivered his father to the village to be entrusted to the mbah kakung and mbah daughter. All overreacted, it was really like seeing the amusement of monkey masks on the market. It's just that there is a fundamental difference why the arrival of this one family is indeed worth a horrendous compared to the arrival of Satria Piningit two years ago.
There are two reasons.
First, the head of the household worked as a seller of antiques such as keris, batik cloth, antique lights, tables and chairs and whatever else. Gossip in just seconds said that instead of selling antiques, this family is a family of shamans whose job is to hook and follow people on demand. Satria Piningit could only shake his head at this gossip that continued to float in the air of Obong village in the days to come.
But for the second reason, Satria Piningit was even more shaken. The newly moved couple had one daughter his age who looked good. Wong Ayu's name. Her hair was long thick curls and black as dark as night. His eyes are flat and his cheeks are soft.
Apparently the blood of Bali from the mother that makes it have that charm. His name is Wong Ayu which more or less means 'beautiful person', as if both parents understand very well that when their girls grow up they will have a beautiful face, aka beautiful.