The Angkara Murka
The Book of Obong - Corpses
Wong Ayu sighed. "That's not how. Try to think well. If I was speeding like a doormat, what if the female figure suddenly turned her body and looked at me, or jumped into the middle of the road suddenly? I can be shocked and fall into a fall at times, right?"
"yes too. But don't you know it's a ghost, so what else do you need to wait for?" satria Piningit Protest.
"I ride my bike at a normal speed. When I passed by, my curiosity got out of control. I glanced at him and managed to see his face."
"Pale ... destroyed ...?" cut Satria Piningit.
"No, Satria. That girl is beautiful, very beautiful. But he looks sad. I then quit."
"G ... Wong Ayu ... What is the problem of your life? You should have just left there when you got past the woman" Satria Piningit protested.
Wong Ayu took a breath, raised both of her arms to twist her hair, and exhaled slowly. Satria Piningit also took a deep breath to see the enchanting scenery of Wong Ayu's simple movements. He almost forgot to breathe out.
"That's why it's not easy to have the ability to see such creatures. Like a magnet, like a brave iron. As if they were constantly trying to show you something. You know what it feels like? Not only frightening, but pitiful as well," this time Wong Ayu's face glared far ahead.
"So that woman is a ghost?" ask Satria Piningit.
"Yes. It is a ghost. When I stopped and asked him why these nights were alone, he told me something."
Huh huh? Why walk alone? What kind of question is that. It was clear that the woman was a ghost, Wong Ayu, it was her work as a ghost, Satria Piningit thought anxiously. Even though he did not say it again.
"The woman pointed towards our village and then pointed to the river under the bridge. Of course I went to see it. You know what I saw in the river?"
Satria Piningit shook her head.
"It was night, but suddenly the atmosphere in that place became bright. I saw how many bodies were carried by the current, floating on the water. One of them is the woman herself. It was as if I was sucked into a time vortex. All the stories she wanted to tell were printed in my mind without her saying at all. As if I experienced it myself.
Wong Ayu again looked bright and seemed to be at the time he told me.
"When I looked back at him, what appeared to be a human face covered in blood clots bubbling from a large hole in his forehead. I can't scream, I can't run. I was scared, and sad, amazing. You know, Priyam ..the lifeless bodies above the river are people who were accused of being members of the banned Political Party in the past who were brutally slaughtered. They were killed in the village of Obong, Satria. Dumped into the Pratama river in the east of our village and flowed straight to the river under the bridge."
Wong Ayu narrowed her eyes looking at her boyfriend, "Aren't you in school? Studying history, right?"
Satria Piningit grimaced. He felt like a stupid schoolboy. Though he was shocked when he found out there was a boy who did not know where Kalimantan was. Now, he himself felt shunned. Wong Ayu shook her head.
"So, you're not just treated to a horrible scene, but also a kind of vision of their history and their life story?" knot Satria Piningit, trying to sound smart to cover his stupidity earlier.
"Yes, that is," Wong Ayu briefly replied.
"I'm sorry, I'm so bad with you and Priyam. No wonder he became a strange child, and you were shunned by the village people" said Satria Piningit straightforwardly. Unfortunately again, Satria Piningit did not know that these bad words had an effect on Wong Ayu. Satria Piningit suddenly realized he had been acting really reckless.
"Sorry Wong Ayu ... Damn, I didn't mean it that way. I mean ...,"
"I know what you mean, Satria. You're correct. No village person likes my family. I should also be surprised that you want to be friends with me" Wong Ayu smiled.
Satria Piningit followed with a smile, relieved. Because the girl wasn't angry with him. The situation became strange and strange where they both smiled in the afternoon.
Suddenly Satria Piningit remembered about something, "Wong Ayu, then, have you also seen the figure of a flying head? Priyam told me too."
This time unexpectedly, Wong Ayu suddenly woke up, cleaned up the laundry quickly, "I have to go home," he said as he hurriedly left the droplets of water from his half wet jar. Satria Piningit just gawked at her disappearance, shocked to see Wong Ayu's strange reaction. What is it about events that change drastically in this short time? Thought Satria Piningit. Priyam and Wong Ayu are the same, concluded Satria Piningit. Equally weird. Understandably, both are endowed with privileges by the Powerful One.
Satria Piningit decided to still continue sitting on the edge of the times, playing both of her feet in the clear water times that flowed increasingly cold as the day began to darken. His mind hovered around without knowing the rules, trying different paths of understanding to better understand what was really going on. He is still young, but that is when the questions constantly come and demand to be answered. Satria Piningit feels the beginning of falling in love, friendship thickens, even curiosity in the mystery and life slowly unfolds.
Satria Piningit believes that she is happy to be friends with Priyam and Wong Ayu. With Priyam, he felt a unique friendship. All the mystery and innocence of dark-skinned men the smell of burning makes Satria Piningit feel more alive in this village. His other village friends often mocked that he liked to meet kuntilanak at times because he preferred to play in the area rather than with them. Maybe the kuntilanak is beautiful to the point that Satria Piningit would rather go with him than play with them, steal sugar cane or catch frogs. If they had heard Priyam and Wong Ayu's story that their taunts were actually half-true. There's a red kuntilanak on top of a banana tree, not at times. And he had never seen the shape of that figure at all. So, Satria Piningit does not know if the true face of the kuntilanak is so beautiful, or even terrible as the portrayal of Wong Ayu.
Thankfully, his other friends just mocked and played with their behavior, not to stay away. Satria Piningit still often also play and gather with them, patrolling and joking, although true as they say, Satria Piningit is very happy to spend more time at times. Apparently the good name of Carik Darwen in this village is still so strong that Satria Piningit is still respected.