The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Bashar
Girinata never fails to be fascinated by the beauty of Marni's body curves. Not long ago they were madly mixing love. If not in a precarious situation like this, he will again drag the naked body of Marni to bed and again share the desire with his wife. It's just that this situation is ironically the opposite of what they should be doing.
"I realize who I am, sir," said Marni Lirih.
Girinata's chest felt stabbed. He regretted yelling at Marni with hurtful words earlier. He also did not think why it could be so fierce with Marni.
"Hurry, do it, sir. We have to eliminate that young man. Only I can fight other spirits. We also do not know if Soemantri still uses the science of Lembu Sekilan. If you're still, you won't be able to hurt him, sir. While your magic has not been able to be practiced perfectly," said Marni now a little more eager to convince her husband to re-use it as a weapon against Soemantri Soekrasana.
Girinata approaches Marni. He kissed the wife's forehead. “I'm sorry, Ma'am,” he said later as he cast a spell, fingered the top of his wife's head and pulled a metal nail from there with various shapes and types of feelings raging and colliding with each other.
Thick smoke again scrambled out of Marni's mortal body to turn her into a magical body of broads. Wrenching screams sounded from Marni's heavy mouth, her screams were followed by a screeching and saddening shrill out of Chandranaya's gaping mouth the red kuntilanak.
The appearance of Marni's sundel bolong threatens Chandranaya. The terrible figure that tore through Marni's body was clearly wanting to attack not only Soemantri Soekrasana, but also herself with the help of spells and the magical knowledge of the regulator by Girinata.
A thick plume of smoke curled up like a flock of sheep encircling Marni's body disappeared between the bright streaks of Mr. Johan's house lights and strands of mist, leaving behind an entirely different figure: the: the clustered hair soared and floated long, the face pale to death, the eyes bulging with vengeance and fury and the nails sticking out a long dark black taper on his ten fingers.
Marni who once again turned into a sundel bolong was hurtling up the roof.
Chandranaya's figure breaks. It was as if every particle of his body was stretched out rarely. His body trembled as well, making the blood flowing from both eyes and the edges of his lips splatter in all directions.
The red kuntilanak opened his mouth wide and giggled, as if the two things were out of sync, as if he were working alone, as if he were working alone, not from his mouth that is wide open because seyoganya jaw that opens as wide as it produces a scream, not a giggle.
The fog breaks down as heat flows from the air cracks. Chandranaya blasts the heat from the particles of his astral body through hatred, sadness, anger, misery, resentment and suffering. The screams re-echoed. Even this time Soemantri Soekrasana even closed both ears.
All the swirling spirits are tiled in layers of dimensions and the world is vibrating and burning out. They are thrown here and there by the power of power, energy, energy, force or magical impulse. No exception the sundel bolong on the roof of the precarious house of Mr. Teacher Johan who was angry and disturbed.
With a sharp look full of wrathful angkara, Marni flew towards Chandranaya. Both of his arms stretched forward with death-stretched black claws. His body wrapped in long clothes similar to a white robe flashed.
The body of the bitch fell to the ground. Girinata saw the figure of a hollow sundel that thudded into the earth was transformed into a naked body, yellow langsat and makeup of his wife, Marni.
That was the last sight of the shape of a young woman's body beautifully notched with the tip of the red breast tip, the blood of his wife who was the last time Girinata saw. Marni looked at her with a pair of eyes full of sadness before her gaze was snatched back by the plotting and soot-black eye bags. Marni turns into a sundel again, but this time for good.
Chandranaya defeated the sundel bolong in one stroke. Sundel bolong who lost his humanity completely was now shifted glide towards Girinata, penetrating into the body and soul of Girinata.
"I'm sorry, bune. I'm sorry ..," Girinata said before choking on her throat, because not only was Marni the broad-browed sundel lodged in her body, but also wewe gombel who force open the mouth Girinata and enter through the cavity. Soon the tall genderuwo jumped onto his crown and burst in from it.
Debumam Chandranaya's energy is like an alpha wolf's command to his group. The soul of Dasimah, the mother, appeared bent and held tightly to her two sons legs. Kinanti, the kuntilanak, the daughter of the Girinata magic power tumbal stuck to the father's back. Various supernatural beings who originally peered and hid from the curtains of the other world leaped wildly out.
Dog-shaped demons and snakes. Crocodile-headed or headless ghosts, pus-clad, burns and limping with no complete limbs rushed into the convulsing body of Girinata and his eyeballs turned upside down.
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Wardhani's body that floated lightly in the air descended quickly slammed into the earth. Both of his legs hit the ground in front of Mr. Johan's house hard, throwing earth, dust and sand.
Her pair of beautiful plumed eyes like forced by semsta were circulated in all directions. He saw nothing but broken pots, including flowers and plants from the collection of Mr. Johan's wife.
All of his pores and skin surface can feel the residual astral and supernatural flying in this place like the grains of atoms. However, neither the naked eye nor the occult can see anything. There are no tuyul, kuntilanak, genderuwo, wewe gombel, stealth and even just any curious spirit hiding behind the walls of other world dimensions. Though he clearly felt explosions, booms, eruptions, and explosions of magical power coming from this point, even from far away. Some time ago it was certain there was chaos in this place involving both parents.
Wardhani gets a throw of magical energy that arises from the magical figure of the mother. All came from this place.
Something's not right. He can handle it, but still do not get an exact answer.
His slender legs carried his body until he stopped in front of a dagger lying in one corner. A pair of tiny, tight chests covered with a shroud as it is, moved quickly and then puffed up. "Where are you, sir?" she was soft and anxious to herself.