The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Twenty-Eighth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
As a child, the girl was called Belibis. The nickname of friends in the hamlet because his face is similar to a grouse, cute, funny, but there is also an aura of beauty hidden there, as well as bengal and wayward.
Belibis never realized that this nickname is a bandage that contains praise in it. For a long time he always thought that the call Belibis is a courtesan or boogeyokan that is more mocking than as a depiction of the character or physical person. Unaware of her beauty, Belibis slowly hides her charms unconsciously, unintentionally,
until a man from the city who without too much ado came to ask him.
The men in the hamlet are certainly heartbroken and sad. Not excessive indeed, it will still be quite unfortunate that the marriage did not happen to themselves and Belibis. The grief of the men ensued many years later, this time they were not alone. Most of the villagers were in mourning.
Belibis died, tragically.
The husband, the man from the city, was sweating coldly. His tongue is stiff, his muscles are stiff. The grouse was present in their rooms three days after his death.
The negligee he was wearing was muddy. Probably from his grave. "Then, why is he wearing a negligee instead of a pock?" the husband said under his breath, so slowly, to himself. "Is it because my wife is a ghost now, so she's just as willing to shape herself?" still talking to yourself like a scene in a soap opera.
The grouse does not come with a sudden appearance. The husband had seen it from far behind the window glass that he did not close the curtain in the morning blind at three o'clock to be exact. Belibis figures crawl slowly like animals. Her hair was dragged to the ground. The husband looked tensely motionless on his bed, but his brain kept spinning looking for answers. Almost all the questions were answered in his own mouth.
He remembers screaming hysterically like a madman when he found his wife dead in his house, lying face down in front of the bedroom with blood on the floor from her head badly injured.
Her two children were left in the house of her brother who understood that the house became a house of sorrow, allowing the husband to feel and absorb all the memories, memories and grief itself.
So, the figure who now opens the glass window with his dirty fingers is no doubt none other than his late wife. The face of ayu Belibis who was hidden and not realized by the owner until his death, now looks pale corpse. His eyelids were red and both of his balls were cold heartless.
Belibis continued to crawl into the room that was once owned by both of them, a place to share warmth, love and togetherness. This blind morning Belibis brought with it unparalleled misery and pain like a godam smashing into the chest of the husband.
The filthy, shabby female ghost stopped just a few feet from the bed where the husband lay stiffly tongue-tied.
The dead grouse opened its mouth which looked dry. There were pebbles and clumps of soil falling from the cavity of his mouth. It seems he was trying to talk.
"Does a ghost speak like a human?" said the husband, still keukeuh by saying it slowly rather than in the heart.
The ghost of Belibis makes a sound, tending to be shrill, a bit raucous, like just learning to go back to speaking in human language "Mas, I'm dead ... Mas," her voice rattled the husband's heart. The sentence was clearly heard in his ear, a statement that became even more terrifying as it was
a mere explanation.
"Mas ... You ... You ...," continued the ghost of Belibis with a raucous whimper.
Tears flowed from both eyes. His body was still stiff and sweating coldly even though his tongue was no longer dumb, as if allowed to speak. His former appearance was drizzly, in just three days it had been tapered, mustachioed and disheveled bearded. His previously dapper posture is now weak, fragile, vulnerable and full of burden.
The grouse who turned out to be a woman whose real name was Ratih, the wife of Mr. Johan's teacher, crouched down and turned to his back to Mr. Johan Teacher. His body moved, walking squatting like a fowl: grouse, leaving Master Johan crawling back, out through the window.
Master Johan looked at the ghost of his late wife slowly disappearing. But suddenly his body was no longer constrained and stiff. When he got out of bed. There was a scatter of crumbs left by the ghost of the wife.
Mr. Johan thought hard, tried to resist and strongly rejected the main assumption that the ghostly figure asked to be followed. But he failed. He walked out through the open glass window, following the crumbs of the earth that the grouse had left behind.
The bright lights of Mr. Johan's courtyard have been extinguished since yesterday. He doesn't really care. The vases with unwatered three-day plants were well arranged in various places by his late wife, Ratih the Belibis, while he was still alive.
But look at it now. The ghost is clearly visible illuminated by the yard lights that although not as bright as a few days ago when the bulb was still complete, still caught a fairly rich light. Mr. Johan's wife Ratih is clearly a ghost. Her husband could not see her shadow, though the light beam highlighted the clearly projected figure.
The ghost of Belibis stopped, still crouching. He turned to face Mr. Teacher Johan who was panting, half because he ran after the ghost of his wife, half again because it was too long stiff on the bed.
The right index finger of the dirty female ghost pointed in one direction. Mr. Johan directed his gaze to the designated spot: a stacked clay pot, lined with a variety of poorly maintained plants. Some even live to die unwillingly.
Master Johan frowned. "I don't understand what you mean and what you want, Dek," he said.
The ghost of Ratih the Belibis was terrible. His eyelids are getting red. He pointed in the same direction.
Unwilling to take the risk of making the ghost figure angry, Mr. Teacher Johan rushed in the designated direction. It shifts the pot, lifts, separates and moves. For a moment he felt the need to ask his wife's ghost again what he meant, until he saw a bulge above the ground covered with dry grass and plant roots.
Master Johan felt that thing.
Timber.
Mr. Johan grasped the wooden object to feel its texture and shape. He felt familiar with that thing. So he pulled it out.
A keris!Stuck on the ground for a certain time, but not long enough to be said to be ancient.
Master Johan looked at the ghost of Ratih Belibis in surprise. "A keris, Deck. What do you want with this thing? What am I supposed to do?" tanyakanya.
Master Johan did not know about Girinata's keris stuck in the land when the old man who turned young fought with Soemantri Soekrasana youth. Keris who was about to be used to kill the youngest son of Mr. Teacher Johan and Ratih was embedded in his blade there even Ratih himself did not realize it when he was alive.