The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Twenty-Four Cushion Goddess
Anggalarang woke up from his bed. Kusuma Dewi smiled to see the figure of a slim, muscular man with clay scratched the wound without cover. Anggalarang walked to the bathroom, covering the lower part of his body with a sheet of towel to go open the door of his apartment room. Kusuma Dewi actually felt reluctant to let Anggalarang go from his side. He still wants to play around with that meaningful touch and outlook. However, the hotel bell can wait. I don't know who came to disturb their affection.
Anggalarang who had stood looked at Kusuma Dewi. "Wear clothes, gih. I'm not willing to let anyone in front of the door peek a little at the beauty of your body" he said.
Kusuma Dewi let out a crisp laugh then leaped lightly from the bed, making the pair of falling chests full of it tremble. Anggalarang did not take his eyes off the slightest of beautiful bodies that never seem to get bored for him to enjoy many times though.
Kusuma Dewi grabbed the bathrobe aka a gray kimono towel and immediately covered her body full. He even tightened the rope of the towel tightly. "Happy?" he said the perpetrator glared wittyly towards Anggalarang.
Anggalarang smiled and nodded.
“Satisfied,” said Anggalarang short.
The young man continued walking and opened the door of his apartment room.
There was a stranger at the door. Anggalarang did not know the man with a tyrannical face and a pair of eyes that glanced wildly everywhere.
“Sorry, what is the need, Sir?” ask Anggalarang curious.
The answer is not at all expected Anggalarang. "Sat! Did you sleep with him? You know that your soul will be enslaved by that bitch, young man?!" exclaiming the figure that turned out to be Mr. Johan's teacher for the sake of seeing Anggalarang standing in front of the door that was opened with a sheet of towel only.
Anggalarang frowned not understand.
"Where is that girl?"snapped Mr. Johan Teacher.
Anggalarang's mind immediately searched for reasons for what the foreign man said.
"Wait, Sir. I don't understand what you mean, "Anggalarangt replied was unable to find a quick answer.
A pair of eyes of Mr. Johan who was probing wildly was suddenly rounded with anger when suddenly caught the figure of Kusuma Dewi behind Anggalarang who had covered the bathrobe.
Kusuma Dewi who was curious by the loud tone of the guest and saw Anggalarang confused finally tried to see who came. His eyes were as round as the mysterious guest.
"Mas ... Johan?" said Kusuma Dewi slowly, surprised.
Anggalarang turned towards Kusuma Dewi. "You know this guy, Kusuma Dewi?"
That's when the attention of Anggalarang is not focused. Three men in all black, long-sleeved shirts or leather jackets, butted in from behind Mr. Johan. Two men held both Anggalarang's arms and shoulders, one locking her neck from behind.
Anggalarang could only see helplessly when Mr. Johan's unknown Master was scattering in and directly slapped the face of Kusuma Dewi, his lover. The hard slap that seemed to be born from the grudge of the natives made Kusuma Dewi fall down and fall flat on the bed.
"You see her, Goddess Kusuma? You see your cousin's ghost crawling against the wall?"said Mr. Teacher Johan with a trembling voice while pointing towards the wall.
Indeed, there is a ghostly figure of Ratih the Belibis that creeps against the wall of the monochrome-style apartment. Of course at this time only Mr. Johan Master can see it.
"Kill ... Bunuuhhh ..," said Ratih. His voice was like the sound of water falling on the leaves.Only Mr. Teacher Johan heard it.
Kusuma Dewi held her bruised cheeks and felt a taste of blood rust on her broken lips. He did not see anything that was intended by Mr. Johan.
"You seduced me like a cheap prostitute, then killed your own sister with that curse power in your body. What kind of bitch are you, huh?" exclaimed Mr. Johan burning with anger.
Anggalarang rebelled as hard as he could to see the incident before his eyes but never succeeded. Although he was not a weak man, the three men who held him were not ordinary people at all. The way they locked their arms and bodies and the strength they showed showed showed they were experienced people. Who are they really?
Just this time Anggalarang really hope the white tiger, Maung, raises himself.
Master Johan turned back, looking towards Anggalarang. Before he walked towards her, Mr. Johan threatened Kusuma Dewi, "You're there!"
Master Johan looked at the face of Anggalarang. "What's so special about you, young man? I don't see anyone killed around you. My hand, the people closest to you are just hurt, scared and horrified. Is it because you really don't have the person you love?" abugn.
Anggalarang. "Sat! What do you really want? Let go of me and the girl, or you'll be sorry for the rest of your life!"
"Ah, an irony," said Mr. Guru Johan did not ignore the threat of Anggalarang. He scratched his head and rubbed his forehead as if getting a brilliant thought. "Don't you fall in love with that woman?” Mr. Johan chuckled strangely. “So, if my theory is correct, I don't need to save you at all. Because, you are the man that Kusuma Dewi loves, and vice versa. If the demonic power in the woman's body was about to kill the person I was waiting for, it would be suicide, right?" mr. Johan's words closed with his hysterical laughter.
The three mercenaries who were holding Anggalarang did not really understand this situation, and they did not really care. Unfortunately, Anggalarang also did not understand what this stranger said.
"Well, let's see what if you're the one who has to be his own victim. I thought it was very fair, "Guru Johan pulled a keris from behind his waist then unceremoniously buried the notched blade into the side of the Anggalarang hull.
A loud shout echoed. The screams of Anggalarang pain and the pain of Kusuma Dewi.
Anggalarang felt right the curved blade of keris broke into tearing the skin and flesh so easily. The pain attacked the nerve point and sent a shock to his brain.
Mr. Johan's invisible Master offered emotion on his face and instead plucked the keris quickly. Blood gushed like a waterfall from the wound cavity on the side of Anggalarang's body that shook violently.
Mr. Teacher Johan turned around after pulling the keris violently, looking at the Goddess Kusuma and directly hunting towards the woman. "Now it's time for you to be slaughtered, bitch!"