The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Twenty-Three Kusuma Goddess
Kusuma Dewi sighed full of satisfaction and unlimited happiness. He wants nothing more in this world. In fact, he already felt as the owner of the world itself. In the past by imagining the body of Anggalarang spurt into his body, what happened was a kind of big explosion of desire. It was as if Anggalarang was a nuclear bomb dropped right at the center of his body. Imagining that, the body of Kusuma Dewi will vibrate violently, twitching favors.
In fact, when finally Anggalarang managed to enter the real into his body, the man jolted in the form of pure energy that is loving, loving, burning hot but not burning so it feels warm. Unlike what Kusuma Dewi thought was a big shock like an earthquake on the face of the earth, instead Anggalarang did not explode. However, during the boom of the Anggalarang movement woke up every cell in the body of Kusuma Dewi. If it's not heaven, Kusuma Dewi doesn't know what it's called. If this is not paradise, Kusuma Dewi will not go there. It is better to be stuck in this place along with such inexhaustible enjoyment.
Both are still on the bed, without clothes, pay attention to each other every color, every curve, every shape of each body. Kusuma Dewi was not ashamed when Anggalarang scanned her pale skin with white patches in various places with her eyes shaded, although sometimes so naughty. Or when Anggalarang glared at the black spots on the base of his nose and cheekbones. Kusuma Dewi let the fingers of Anggalarang pierce the shoulder, collarbone, touch the chest shoots stiffened red as their blood, sweep the buttocks mound and continue to play in the stomach and continue to slide down, put one of his fingers in a hemisphere to the center of a woman's universe
In exchange Kusuma Dewi did not want to lose and lose. He used the back of his finger to follow the sculpted curves of the muscles formed slickly and trace various scars on the body and face of the man he loved so much. The two did not say a word to each other, but that did not mean they were silent. Movement and touch speak.
"Do you like me?" suddenly Kusuma Dewi said.
Anggalarang smiled not staring at Kusuma Dewi. He seems to let the answer hang. After all Anggalarang is still busy tracing the surface of the delicate skin of Kusuma Dewi with his fingers.
This made Kusuma Dewi slightly riled and sighed softly. For Anggalarang, this question does not need to be expressed at all. Kusuma Dewi understood the truth. However, Anggalarang decided to play around a little. He looked at Kusuma Dewi's eyes and then shook his head.
A pair of Kusuma Dewi eyes widened, then dimmed. He turned his body, sulking. "I realized that I was nothing more meaningful than the girls who had slept with Akang. So ‘kan, Kang'?" says slowly.
Anggalarang brought her body closer and hugged Kusuma Dewi from behind. One of his hands tucked in between the upper arms of Kusuma Dewi to grasp the bulge that hung down belonged to the girl. Anggalarang whispered softly, "I don't like you, Kusuma Dewi. I love."
There was an attack of strange feelings that exploded in the sanubari Kusuma Dewi. That feeling took over all other types of flavors so that Kusuma Dewi became her slave. Kusuma Dewi was unable to withstand her wide smile. His body increasingly resigned resigned in trust and peace when Anggalarang tightened his embrace.
Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi still continue to perform the ritual worship of the body after making love until the ringing of the room bell is heard.
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A rusty, shabby figure of Belibis crouched in front of Master Johan outside the elevator door. Her hair was violently decomposed with splashes of dirt and small pebbles adorning and clinging to her hair strands. His mouth was half open, chewing on sand and soil. A pair of cold blackened eyes indistinctly, including even all parts of his face, like an unfocused photo object: blurry, shadowing and blurred.
Actually Mr. Johan Guru has been with Ratih, the Belibis, his wife, while leaving Pon Hamlet. The wife's spirit crouches and crawls around her every day, every moment, clinging to her, to her life.
Ratih's face appeared in the bathroom mirror of his apartment room. The figure of the coach crouched down at the end of his bed. Sometimes clinging upside down to the ceiling above his bed, making Mr. Teacher Johan jerked almost completely shocked every eye open.
The figure of Ratih Belibis the wife no longer looks like a human. There was almost nothing he knew of his wife in life except her face, especially her nose - which he was really looking at now.
The rest, like his brilliance and immorality, was lost. The spirit of Ratih the Belibis always speaks brokenly, softly, slowly and long. "Bunuuh ...," or "Killhiri ...," over and over again. Sometimes there was a kind of hiccup and a faint ruckus heard, although Ratih's face always looked cold, pale and emotionless, and even though the voice he created was full of resentment and anger.
Seeing the appearance of the ghost of his late wife, Mr. Teacher Johan is sure that Ratih is included in the kind of kuntilanak ghost. Definitely not sundel bolong or wewe gombel. Mr. Guru Johanterkikik himself for no reason like a madman when thinking about this.
Ratih was still crouching in the hallway. His head followed the direction of Mr. Johan's departure.
Mr. Johan is convinced that tonight is the time, the time he has been waiting for for so long. On foot, Mr. Johan opened the night. The sound of vehicles going back and forth and then nearby does not give any meaning to life. This world has now narrowed to leave him and his grudge.
Blood was bubbling behind Mr. Johan's skin layer as his body finally drew closer to the apartment room that was occupied by Anggalarang.
Maybe Kusuma Dewi is being bullied Anggalarang like he used to overlap Kusuma Dewi on red land on the banks of the Pon hamlet river. Or, maybe they're done and defuse each other's blazing, roaring explosions. Mr. Guru Johan still remembers the taste of Kusuma Dewi's body, he still imagined the black bust of his life.
Before pressing the button of the room bell, Mr. Teacher Johan put his hand in the pocket of his cloth pants. He grabbed a smartphone, pressed a touchscreen to call someone. Everything is well prepared. Nothing should be forgotten, especially until all these plans fail. He has spent his future savings with Ratih - who has now transformed into a shabby kuntilanak figure who continues to follow him while chewing the soil and sand - to make sure everything will run perfectly.