The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Second Suluk Kusuma Dewi
After a phone conversation with her female cousin that night, Kusuma Dewi couldn't sleep. Though his energy has also been drained out due to making love with hallucinations will Anggalarang. There was a wild hope playing around in his soul. There are ideals and desires that even though he himself considers silly and stupid, still provide strange offers that can not be denied.
Kusuma Dewi has even decided to accept the invitation of his cousin. Tomorrow, he will use his seven-day holiday to visit the family of Ratih, his cousin, in Pon Hamlet.
Somehow this decision will take him. The entire center is only on the young Anggalarang. Anggalarang is not only an ideal, but also a deity, where every act, behavior and choice of life is ruled by the almost untouchable figure.
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Descending from a bus of dull red and white lists as old as ever, Kusuma Dewi sees Pon Hamlet hidden in the low boisterous bamboo trees. A pair of his feet retraced a path into the small hamlet in the form of old asphalt, opened with a collapsed archway. The building of the gate that looks once old consists of red brick that is robbed here and there and leaves only one or two parts that still stand like a small wall at hip height.
Had been hesitant to continue the journey for the sake of seeing the situation before his eyes. Is it true that coming to this place was the right decision? What did he really think before? However, when he saw five young men also get off a bus shortly after he arrived, laughing cheerfully, carrying a backpack and taking photos here and there, as well as some friendly nods towards him, Kusuma Dewi stepped foot through all doubts. It is true what Mbak Ratih said, Pon Hamlet became a kind of new tourist destination, he thought.
Kusuma Dewi pinched her reddish long hair then corrected the position of the small backpack and the tight blue jeans she was wearing, as well as patted her oversized long-sleeved shirt. Kusuma Dewi let out a long sigh and then stepped steadily with a piece of his canvas shoes.
Near the entrance of the gate, there was a wooden edifice on the left of the path, almost completely burnt out. From its position on the side of the road and near the hamlet gate, Kusuma Dewi guessed the building was a kind of guard post or postkamling. However, he did not know why the building burned down. That's not a problem for him.
There were two teenage boys near the building, greeting the friendly group of young girls who walked first in front of Kusuma Dewi. They also nodded and smiled at him.
Kusuma Dewi returned the greeting of the two teenage boys and felt the relief watering his soul. He felt silly because he had hesitated to come to the hamlet from his father and his own family, just because he saw a grove of bamboo trees, small paved paths and a gate that lived in ruins.
Sure enough, the wind that blows between the bamboo stems and the leaves are slender greet the nape of Kusuma Dewi. The sound of a whirring breeze also symphonized with the sound of gurgling water coming from behind the bamboo forest. The scent he could not define was absorbed into the brain through his two nostrils, creating a sensation of immense comfort, difficult to describe. The green color of the trees and food plants that are scattered combined with the red color of the ground against the background of the blue sky creates an amazingly different atmosphere and strangely, pleasant.
It's just that, without Kusuma Dewi knowing, the two responsible teenage boys who had greeted him, are now watching the departure of the guests, he said, then switch to the butt of Kusuma Dewi who moves dynamically popping towards the back of his oversized long-sleeved shirt. The two looked at each other exchanging mysterious signals.
Exactly at three o'clock in the afternoon. The scenery in the hamlet of Pon which is all fun for Kusuma Dewi is contrary to the exploration of people who are able to see the occult which at that time was actually a time where the sunlight has not dimmed but also not a few hours before. The sunlight in the afternoon was not really able to penetrate the Pon Hamlet which seemed to be covered with domes from bamboo trees and an aura that could not be completely explained.
Kusuma Dewi's pale skin seemed to light up when his body increasingly entered the hamlet. The spots, freckles, black scattered at the base of the nose and slightly at the bottom of his eyes dimmed, fused together the gray color of Pon Hamlet.
Surely the appearance of people with supernatural eyes, some are awakened from behind the folds of dimension. Some tried to rebel out of otherworldly prisons when they saw the figure of Kusuma Dewi splitting a thin layer of invisible protectors entering the region.
After a while since the last incident in Pon Hamlet, residents began to embrace other realities that they had been doubting, denying and even rejecting. Even though they have not seen the appearance of ghosts, pocongs, wewe gombel, genderuwo or all kinds of other subtle creatures, but actually the magical air still continues to revolve in this hamlet. Eve did not disappear even when the internet managed to enter this region with visitors from outside the hamlet. The internet and information technology are not the new gods that make the supernatural powers weaken. The mystical magical power is only more shrewd to hide.
The citizens ironically even began to miss the occult activities that they reflect and avoid to believe before. Now, many of the villagers, old, young, spread the occult stories of the past to the guests. Make it a pride and a tourist attraction.
They showed me where Pancajiwa stood. Although only the remains are still there, inevitably the interest of the immigrants increases. Spiritual tourism is becoming a kind of new trend these days.
All the residents of Dusun Pon finally get a strange new passion. Maybe they forget the terrible experiences that happened not much in the past, but in fact, the citizens just embrace the reality more familiar and good. Passion was also greeted by energy points that were sleeping in the dark corners of the area, flaming with sparkling beauty by the arrival of a woman with reddish hair, pale skin, and self-hate.
Wardhani opened her eyes. No force of this magnitude was finally present on his radar. Soemantri Soekrasana and Chandranaya the red kuntilanak have provided bui with magical iron bars that are so strong that they are unable to make it move at all from within the universe. The arrival of Kusuma Dewi brought her fragrant power to grow back to greet the world.