The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Twenty-Six Kusuma Goddess
Girinata's keris awakens Wardhani from behind the magical recesses of Kusuma Dewi's soul. When Wardhani's eyes opened, that's when Kusuma Dewi's inner eyes opened with her so she could see her cousin's spirit crouching in front of her. Wardhani was the one who had come to Ratih's room in the form of her husband to take wages for the charm he gave to Kusuma Dewi: the soul of the cousin.
The slumbering female snake demon also wriggled. He looked at Master Johan and smiled. It is he who binds the body full of sweat, land and lust Kusuma Dewi and Pak Guru Johan when both are driving berahi in the field near the sacred wooden stump of Dusun Pon, Pon, one of the corrupted Pancajiwa.
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"Hey, did you see that?" said one of the thugs to his co-worker. This one thug wears a black leather jacket that has worn off color and a little oversized and not fit on his body. But that does not mean he does not look scary and cruel.
The friend he asked had long hair with a ponytail with a piece of rubber band. He looked in the direction his partner was pointing.
"See what?"
"Why is her hair so much more white?"
"You mean?"
"Not ... Nope. He was a short-haired man, but I have not noticed for a long time, now his hair is a little longer and white."
The gondrong thug stroked his own head, puzzled to respond how. He did not expect to have to be faced with the behavior and thoughts of silly, useless and futile from his partner. "What do you want me to say?" he finally said.
Realizing that what he said was too strange and tend to be meaningless, the thug with a slightly oversized jacket immediately shook his palm, "Ah, sorry, bro. Forget it," he said short.
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"You can see it clearly now? My beautiful wife, the biological mother of my two sons who, thanks to you, died horribly and became a ghost?" said Mr. Guru Johan clinging to the ears of Kusuma Dewi.
"Yes, I saw it. I saw Mrs Ratih. I'm sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean ...,"
"Shut up, you son of a bitch! Sundal, fucking hell bitch. I didn't ask you to apologize. I want you dead! So there is no need to be tired of making excuses for your damn deeds. Train in front of you will bring your spirit along. He will be at peace in nature, while you will swim in a sea of fire, pus and blood!"reply Mr. Johan rude Teacher.
The cries of pain, sadness and pain of Kusuma Dewi sounded clear. Ratih's ghost was still crouching in front of him looking blankly at Kusuma Dewi.
"You take a good look at your cousin who died because of you, Kusuma Dewi. I'm gonna blow this dagger into your head and let the blood run out. You will die like her, Kusuma Dewi.
The thug berevolver frowned. He still did not understand the direction of the conversation of the two people in front of him: the employer and the victim. Although at first he did not care, over time he was caught off guard too. The man named Johan repeated the concept of the dead coming back to life and now being with them. Isn't that a reference to ghosts? The thug wants to get this job done immediately because without cause he feels the hair goosebumps.
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The other thug looked at him as if to say, "I told you so!"
However, after that the two thugs did not have time to talk further.
Anggalarang felt his scalp and face attracted and torn. Someone's trying to get out of there. He crawled up and reached for the mattress, feeling his whole body ache and burning. His shoulder blades were clenched out, his gums were bleeding, his fingers were rebelling as if they were broken. The worst was that both of his hands were elongated and a pair of legs were gushing hard muscles. White hair emerges from additional pores on the head, face, back, legs and hands.
The two thugs guarding him could hardly believe what they were attacking. The physical figure of a man dying in front of them was like being broken. There was an animal roar that shook the soul of anyone who heard it coming out of his throat that had already turned into a completely different figure.
A pair of fangs pierced through the gums of Anggalarang. Both of his eyes were enlarged. His face became snout. The rest of his body was no less astounding the change.
Rough white feathers sticking out of the entire body that is getting bigger. The two hands of Anggalarang elongated and turned into a kind of forelimb.
Anggalarang stood on all four legs. Blood adorned his face and most of his body which was now a half-human half-tiger figure in white, very animal but had yet to eliminate his own human form altogether.
The creature roars loudly, knocking out the mentality of anyone who sees it. Maung, the white tiger in the body of Anggalarang, the animal demon finally took over his body. A thirst for blood and death floated in front of his terrifying sniffing nose excitedly.
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The ghost of Kuntilanak Ratih the Belibis who from the first appearance looked cold without emotion was suddenly seen once the aura of panic and fear. The strange eve of horrors of the ghostly figure brimmed around him, forming his astral body like a sheet of broken, fragmented, torn and torn holograms.
The thugs holding revolvers soared in shock. Like most people who experience things that cannot simply be accepted by reason, he rubs his eyes. The figure in front of him even more clearly visible: similar to a translucent shadow, or a painting on the surface of the glass: the figure of a woman: crouched, shabby, beautiful face as well as terrible: he looked surprised and just as scared as he was.
The occurrence of shock that takes place in a split second simultaneously and simultaneously but is experienced by different individuals can be mapped as follows:
First, Ratih's spirit retreated horrified to see the appearance of Wardhani from behind the skin layer of Kusuma Dewi. It was Wardhani who took the life of Ratih while he was still breathing. While after death and became a ghost Wardhani still mastered it. Wardhani is still the Queen of Dedemit.
Second, Master Johan was shocked and also jolted backwards as the head of Kusuma Dewi that he was about to stab with the dagger turned a hundred and eighty degrees looking at him and not just the face, but his whole body turned into a female figure that he had known enough in the hamlet of Pon: Wardhani: lying plain undressed: makeup, skinned as dry leaves but poked red chest with blood. The face smiled towards him.
"How is Mas Johan? We haven't seen each other in a long time, have we? And, ah, the keris that Mas held belonged to my father, Girinata. Remember him, Mommy?"
Third, the berevolver thug raised his arm, shaking his gun towards the strange figure he thought was the ghost - he was sure because his hair was goosebumps and his knees felt so weak.
Fourth, the two thugs - the longish and the one with the oversized leather jacket - were so shocked that they were transfixed to see the body of Anggalarang become a creature that resembled a large tiger, yet it has not eliminated its human-like form at all.