The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Kusuma Dewi's Fifteenth Suluk
The bathroom door is wide open. Anggalarang rushed out to hear the scream of the girl, then approached Livy Tjandrawati quickly.
"Liv, what's wrong with you?" exciting Anggalarang.
Livy Tjandrawati was again surprised and brushed off the touch of Anggalarang's hand. He dragged his body back away from Anggalarang.
Her pretty face was pale, as if blood had been drained away. His eyes were narrow almost without the petals were wide open and his mouth was open, gaped, his jaw locked in that position.
livy Tjandrawati alternately looked towards Anggalarang and towards the window of the hotel room with a mixture of panic, confusion and horror.
Anggalarang looked in the direction that Livy Tjandrawati was looking at. There was nothing but light outside the room trying to penetrate the curtains.
"What's Liv? It's me, Anggalarang," he said. For some reason, Anggalarang felt the need to mention his name to Livy Tjandrawati who looked panicked and frightened. Maybe to convince the girl that she is indeed Anggalarang.
Slowly, Livy Tjandrawati's horrified face began to look away and focus on her. "Ang ... Is it ...?" abugn.
"Yes, Livy. It's me, Anggalarang."
"Ang ... Agarrange ... Is that you?"
"Yes, right. It's me, Anggalarang," Anggalarang said for the umpteenth time, repeating.
Anggalarang decided to approach Livy Tjandrawati who seemed to be in a state of shock. When he touched, Livy Tjandrawati immediately grabbed his hand, even jumping to hug him. Anggalarang carried the body of the girl who shook violently and stuck tightly on her body.
Although Livy Tjandrawati was tall and long-limbed, her body was slim and light. It was easy for Anggalarang to carry her back to the top of the bed.
Without speaking a word, slowly, painstakingly and attentively, Anggalarang stroked her hair and stroked Livy Tjandrawati's back until she felt comfortable and calm. He did not ask a word, convinced that Livy Tjandrawati after having a bad dream. His body that was shaking violently slowly began to calm down.
Livy Tjandrawati fingered Anggalarang's face tracing the scar there with her fingers.
"I am afraid, Anggalarang,". said the girl lirih.
However, before Anggalarang said anything, Livy Tjandrawati had kissed the lips of Anggalarang. Not an ordinary kiss, but full of signals of romance.
The host welcomed the invitation well. From his lips, Anggalarang kisses down to his chin, neck and landed on the tip of his chest that stiffened that length. ******* the mouth of Anggalarang alternately on the left and right chest Livy Tjandrawati made snah girl flounder.
Early in the morning, Anggalarang put Livy Tjnadrawati to sleep with a sharp heart. Their relationship was not as wild as usual. Anggalarang looked into the body of the girl with full attention, slowly but comfortably.
The peak explosion of their love game this time was finished with a steady, rather than wild and reckless.
Livy Tjandrawati is back to sleep.
It doesn't look anything.
Anggalarang grabs Livy Tjandrawati black hair that covers her face. The girl had fallen asleep in his arms, still naked. Only the blanket and embrace of Anggalarang still warms him.. There's no way to get any information about the strange incident just now.
Whatever happened to Livy Tjandrawati who he was staying in the toilet had to wait to be told when he woke up tomorrow. It's no wonder that Livy Tjandrawati will tell you about her nightmare tomorrow.
Anggalarang sighed hot.
These kinds of things make Anggalarang upset. Various strange and mysterious things become increasingly incomprehensible when the Maung is not there, go somewhere.
In fact, the presence of the tiger was also the same to make him always upset and angry. The tiger often plays around with memories of past memories, self-identity and behavior. The entity is mastering it.
He was always reminded by the Maung with the words of his father who suddenly disappeared in his childhood, "We are descendants of loyal soldiers Prabu Siliwangi, Anggalarang. They were loyal servants and guards of the king of Pasundan land who followed the departure of the Prabu exiled to the forest in the form of a white tiger army, until the moksanya Prabu Siliwangi."
I don't understand this explanation. The story that repeated the father stuck tightly in his head compared to the appearance of the face and figure of the father himself. The Maung torments him with these memories, creating an identity crisis.
Know what Anggalarang about Prabu Siliwangi, even speak Sundanese he can not. He was uprooted from his cultural roots just as the memory of his same mother was lost. Mother's tongue does not decline to him so that the mother tongue can never be inherited.
"Maung, I'm actually lazy to ask you. But what exactly happened? At times like this, you don't even appear and continue to torment me with a mystery that I can't afford to break into alone" Anggalarang murmured.
He hates secrets and mysteries.
This torture will not end tomorrow. Though Anggalarang had not slept at all since the incident this morning blind. He continued to hug and care for Livy Tjandrawati so as not to gasp awake in a state of surprise again, or if there was something in their hotel room. In fact, Livy Tjandrawati had forgotten it altogether.
"What do you mean, Anggalarang?"
"Your body was awake, screaming and terrified. I was in the bathroom. I hugged you until the morning after we got back in love, Liv," explained Anggalarang to astonishment because Livy did not remember ever having experienced such an incident. "You really don't remember?" ask Anggalarang wonder.
Livy Tjandrawati pursed her thin lips, narrowed her narrowed eyes, and shook her head slowly. "I don't remember, Anggalarang. Are you delirious of me? Ah, but thank you for hugging me all night" said Livy Tjandrawati teasingly. Apparently, when making love he still remembers so while the bad events last night, he was not able to remember it at all.
Things don't look different from him. There were no remnants of fear like the one at dawn was thick on the girl's face.
Orggalarang gave up trying to dig the memory in Livy Tjandrawati, he knew once that memory is not something that is always easy and fun to be lifted to the surface of consciousness. He often forgets dreams.
Livy Tjandrawati is not wrong. He really did not remember that early this morning in the hotel room where they made love, struggling in lust, Livy Tjandrawati was fooled by a figure standing behind him that he thought Anggalarang it.
When she turned around, clearly, Livy Tjandrawati saw a pale white face looking coldly at her. Although the body of the figure resembles the shape of a man's body, Livy Tjandrawati know full well that the face is pale and a strand of reddish hair sticking out of his head belongs to a woman he may be quite familiar with.