The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Twelfth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
The Angalarang tried to close its eyes. Unlike usual, where he always had trouble sleeping, today his feelings were calm and his pair of eyes seemed to be invited to close. This may be because for a long time the tiger in his body did not act and did not want to get out of the cage. The creature did not growl and roar as was common in his days.
Then, maybe once he could have slept well tonight.
It was just that moments like this caused him to worry. The presence of the Maung usually brings other things that are just as annoying if not equally disturbing.
The sofa in his room held the melt of his body which was completely tired and lazy and caressed like liquid. One leg restrained on the arm side of the sofa, the other fell drooping onto the beautifully carpeted floor on the opposite side. Two buttons of his top shirt open. One empty beer bottle was lying on the round glass table beside it.
The tiger is the representative of all his anger, aggression and resentment. Now the Maung is invisible, then the thing that Anggalarang is afraid of finally comes ambush.
The young man's eyes finally opened wide. His soul and mind are brought back into the distant past in a region of his brain that he does not want to visit forever
At that time, a figure named Braja Wisesa who was only in his early thirty years had managed to hold and master a fairly large area in his prostitution business. This man led about a hundred thugs who worked day and night securing assets from the attacks of other groups. They also supplied young women who would be employed in certain bars, hotels, karaoke houses, or brothels in their areas of power.
He has had experience in many of these dark businesses. Any kind of violence he has ever experienced and done. Prison is not a scary thing for him, instead it becomes a kind of advice to return home alone, where he can reminisce with violence and dark atmosphere in that place. Even in prison he was always an idol and had power there. The prisoners still respect and disdain him.
Only, there is one thing that is a strong characteristic of a King Wisesa. He likes young boys. To him, they were his foremost favorite and undeniable. Not just a hobby, his behavior is part of his life and his breath. Usually he teases and traps boys under the age of fifteen. The younger the boy the more King Wisesa pleased.
Many years ago, three eleven-year-old boys were brought by Braja Wisesa to shops and minimarkets. They bought food and drink and clothes, a powerful weapon to attract prey to devour the bait. The Wisesa king then took them to a hotel, for a short break, he said. What kind of children do not like this kind of luxury. Especially when invited are children who are below the poverty line who have never seen let alone touch the soft mattress of a hotel with air conditioning that makes them curl frozen but excited.
Before long, in fact, the three boys were successfully drugged and taken to his private home. The house belonging to King Wisesa, the chairman of the crime society is a large house, filled with secret rooms and strict guard by guards and subordinate thugs.
For more than a month the King of Wisesa sexually assaulted them. Not only did he harass and abuse the three boys, the Wisesa King also beat them if they did not do as he commanded. It is inconceivable what violence and crime happened to the three children in the house.
The peak is when the violence committed by the King of Wisesa increasingly paled causing two children to eventually die because they are no longer able to face and accept all forms of abominations beyond normal human reason.
There was only one child who managed to escape by pretending to be willing to obey and become the 'lover' of the om. With a heavy heart, seeing his two friends dying, he sacrificed himself to become the lecherous fodder of the Raja Wisesa. This brave boy asked to be taken to the bedroom of King Wisesa so that he could rest comfortably, not in this warehouse or secret room. He asked to be privileged if indeed King Wisesa wanted to enjoy it well.
On one occasion, the boy escaped from a window at night. His leg was broken, but managed to get away into the forest before everyone at the Wisesa King's house realized that the boy had left. Alone in the middle of the night wounded, the boy fainted near a rocky hill full of tall grasses and trees.
In a mysterious way, the boy survived. But because of fear and trauma, he decided not to return to the village where he lived and instead went all the way wandering alone, surviving on the streets. Once two he still met with people like Braja Wisesa. But even though he was a child, he could not let these people touch him anymore. Life experiences from a harsh youth forge it. Grudges and feelings of pain ripped to shreds shape who he is in the present.
The young boy's name was Anggalarang.
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Children who are victims of sexual crimes can turn out to be grumpy and sensitive to everything. A pedophile creates and forms an aggressive creature in the child's soul. In this case, anger, resentment, self-destructive tendencies in Anggalarang are represented by the Maung, the tiger.
The tiger takes almost all forms of chaos and anxiety by blaming others, always bad feelings and emotional instability. When this is the case, Anggalarang will feel dizzy and nauseous, the sign of the tiger in his body is about to come out carrying angkaramurka, revenge and the desire to kill.
The Maung becomes a kind of self-keeper of the Anggalarang soul and body. Children who are victims of sexual violence in adulthood also usually experience problems in that because of the trauma of their past, are reversed, with the help of the Maung, who is, make Anggalarang become a man who has self-charm and sensualism that permeates blindly from the pores of his skin.
However, tonight, the tiger's absence has brought that sad past back into his presence. Anggalarang felt a vengeance and hatred that pierced his bones as if to pull him from life.