The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - First Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Wardhani doesn't need the clothes anymore. His body had been clad in the pure energy of the softening universe. Various types of ghosts and supernatural creatures piled every finger of his body, twinkling, translucent, winding, trembling and flashing and glowing. Wardhani has been free, his physical body has come loose ever since floating in a magical world, for some time. Maybe not long enough, but Wardhani lost the concept of space and time in this place.
Soemantri Soekrasana, the smell has been smelled from far away. Its presence is felt on the surface of Wardhani's dark skin. He misses the shaman's men. What does it look like now? Wardhani. The bastard Kuntilanak also clearly still followed the reader's mantra. Wardhani boils to remember that it was the female demon that sucked her into the void, a world full of horrors even for an evil one like her.
"You may still be with that red bitch ghost, Mas Soemantri. But I'm not the old Wardhani. If you'd seen ghosts flickering and creaking in my body, Mas. They are my soldiers. I am ready to fight and try to conquer you again, Mas Soemantri," Wardhani murmured.
Ah, there's Anggalarang anyway. The man with the tiger in his body was also present in this place along with other great and ferocious energies. The ground was unusually hot, making Wardhani take a breath full of ecstasy of freedom and power.
Being in this world of darkness, it is the writh of a Kusuma Goddess who restores her spirit and purpose again.
Who is Kusuma Dewi? She was a girl who hated every side of her, even to the dregs and shallows of her life. Why is there a Goddess in her name, Kusuma Dewi? The name of thousands of women in this country.
The skin is white, but pale, making it not beautiful, it looks not fresh, unhealthy and smells like dead people. He hated his reddish hair, and it was real and natural from the orok. People are so willing to accuse that he dyed his hair. Kusuma Dewi was unsettled and insecure saw her small narrowed waist but her buttocks were fully rounded. Like a bad woman, ****, bitch, whore who in any outfit, the back of her body was always protruding flirtatious, odd, itchy flirting even though the intention was never splashed even in her mind to do so. Not to mention if you see a pair of chest when it is not wrapped cover: large, but long, taper and hanging down, instead of round, tight and full.
Then, her face? Especially face!
Black spots that for some people are considered beautiful are actually afflicted at all times. The pallor of his skin made the black dots glow and his face was often reddish like a rash or slapped when the sun peeked at him.
Of all kinds of hatred for him, the most superior is his folly to like his co-worker, Anggalarang. Kusuma Dewi even adored the man. He doesn't really know how to define his feelings. Is love, or lust and lust really royal? This excitement made him sink deeper and deeper into the endless pit of self-hatred.
Anggalarang, that guy's a jerk not playing. Mother class crocodile. Everyone knows, and strangely all women still idolize him.
Damn, that includes Kusuma Dewi herself.
Anggalarang's neat, fashionable, yet comfortable-looking style of dress was not the only capital that made her manage to fuck almost all female colleagues in her division, even including the new supervisor who is single at the age of thirty-four years.
Kusuma Dewi, on the contrary, is not one of the lucky women who slept with the Anggalarang. Round butt and prominent Kusuma Dewi who for him like a bitch did not make Anggalarang indifferent to the tip of the nail.
How to smile and laugh the man looks sincere without burden. The lines at both ends of her not-so-wide eyes were drawn in such a way that when Anggalarang chuckled, creating an atmosphere of comfort and freedom for any woman who was speaking to her.
The slim male body has two elements of masculinity and femininity at once, making him appear male and at the same time, graceful.
That's what he hates most. Why must that bastard? Why is he not ashamed to want his body and soul enslaved by the strange charm and mysterious Anggalarang?
Kusuma Dewi did not think too far to be a special woman Anggalarang, whether it's a boyfriend or a wife. He just wanted to be the other women near the man, he slept with.
Self-hatred, the power of lust, excitement and even stupidity might make Kusuma Dewi get to this place.
Pon Hamlet.
Either what wind hit his head which solely contains the image of the naked body Anggalarang swim-swimming on his body that stretched resigned. What is clear is that when his female cousin, Ratih, invited him to come to the hamlet, Kusuma Dewi agreed.
"This hamlet is secluded, Dek. But the internet just came in, so now it can't be said to be left behind as well" said the cousin over the phone with a small laugh some time ago.
"During the school of Ratih in the city, I had never been to Pon Hamlet, where Mbak lived. So I have absolutely no shadow of how that place is. I'm ashamed, actually, Ma'am. Moreover, the father ‘kan Dusun Pon native before marrying his mother first," replied Kusuma Dewi.
"Well, indeed, long ago besides being remote, this hamlet was really far from civilization. But the last year, this hamlet has been increasingly known and even almost every day the arrival of guests from other regions, including city people. Mas Johan, Ma'am's husband, who looks really happy. He can meet city people and educated, so there will be a contact also when talking to him. Understandably, Mbak's husband is the teacher who used to education in the city," replied Ratih.
"Yeah? Why are so many people coming to Pon Hamlet lately, Ma'am?"ask Kusuma Dewi with a glance.
Ratih laughs. More this time. "The reason, this hamlet still looks beautiful and original. They come for a trip. Exotic and authentic, they say. After all, the internet is good. They are not afraid to be cut off from the outside world. Funny thing is, some come for supernatural reasons. This hamlet has a lot of magical stories, Dek. There are even some places that used to be sacred now used as a place for young people to get a soul mate."
"Getting a soul mate, how does that mean, Ma'am?" curiosity tickles the heart of Kusuma Dewi.
"If women, they like to come to the sacred wood stump area by the river, asking to be beautiful, sexy and attractive in the eyes of Adam."
"It worked, Mommy?"
"It's called a business, it could be. It can't either. But, honestly, it used to be that the hamlets had experienced many supernatural events here, including Mbak. Ah, just come here, try it yourself, how to know how to work.all holidays and meetings kangen with your brother," explained Ratih cheerful and full of jokes.
Ratih was not aware that the story was attached to the heart and mind of Kusuma Dewi. The silence due to his hatred made him decide to go to the sacred place in Pon Hamlet, a wooden stump on the river bank. He will ask who or whatever it is to turn her into an attractive woman. So interesting that it can make Anggalarang flounder in front of her beautiful molecular body later.