The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Thirty-five Kusuma Deity
The greenish scales of the snake stealth figure of the warrior Nyai Blorong unleashed the rays of garden lights as his snake body swerved quickly avoiding the Maung and Anggalarangs.
The two half-human, half-beast demons continued to wrestle back into the trees, breaking the trunk and destroying the branches.
But this time it was seen that the serpent became seditious. The demon did not expect that Maung could recover quickly and could fight back with a lot of strength. The serpent did not understand that Anggalarang made it so. They are no longer two, but one. Anggalarang makes Maung the other half, so both have greater strength.
On the other hand, Kusuma Dewi was no longer able to fight the pain of his heart. He saw from the eyes of the soldier Nyai Blorong, how the face of Maung in the form of a tiger so that the incident still shows a large part of the face of his lover Anggalarang whom he loved so much.
Kusuma Dewi understood that he was only a slave of the devil. He has no power to fight back against his master. His body and soul are not his. It is ironic to remember a while ago he had just felt the pinnacle of love and was proud of his body ownership. Now he believes he is in prison.
The anggalarang itself is becoming. Maung can ferociously roar, but Anggalarang is inflamed.
An overwhelming sense of disappointment flooded Anggalarang with anger, which was the opposite of Kusuma Dewi. Perhaps it was their past background that made the two of them have different disappointment results.
Anggalarang who in childhood became a victim of violence and had to fight in life in a hard way as well, eventually creating a defense mechanism, which is literally really in the form of a protective supernatural force called Maung. So that if something hurts him again, Maung will soon become a fortress to resist the attack even against the back.
On the other hand, Kusuma Dewi, long ago all his life covered himself with distrust and even self-loathing. Anggalarang for him is a reflection of the dream he wants to achieve. When Kusuma Dewi did anything, even sacrificed everything to get Anggalarang, then when Anggalarang finally fell in his arms, there was nothing more he wanted in this world. Anggalarang made him love and proud of himself. Now, Anggalarang may no longer be his, so, there is no purpose in his life.
Anggalarang disappointed, Kusuma Dewi sad.
Anggalarang's disappointment at knowing the girl he loved was nothing more than a demon slave, was unleashed in the form of anger and wrath. While Kusuma Dewi who was sad because the person he loved was the opposite corner of his life, released in the form of despair.
Maung leapt to attack the snake who was also preparing with greenish-black claws on his ten fingers. However, without the demon realizing it, the sadness that erupted from within the soul of Kusuma Dewi made the girl use all her strength to open the magical sheets of her prison.
Maung splashed his front legs with his fingers clawed as steel toward the snake demon's chest. Right at the same time, the demon's breastplate split open. The figure of Kusuma Dewi emerged from the fracture and let Maung's claws tear his neck with resignation.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
As Girinata's head rolled off her body and fell onto the tiled floor of the Dutch in the living room of her old house, Wardhani soared in shock. The distance that separates doesn't really affect Wardhani. The folds of space and time are just a matter of concept that he is currently not too familiar with because he is in a completely different world.
So, the death of the father that he immediately knew was a disaster and a great misfortune for him.
Clearly, Wardhani was roaring like
a wild animal is injured. All sorrow fell right on his head and pounded his chest like a godam knowing the father had died tragically.
Girinata is the only family that still lives in the real world. Connecting himself and life. He should be able to return to the hamlet of Pon through the dimensions that block his physical body to release the father from the curse that imprisoned him because of the young man named Soemantri. Seyogyanya he brought the father back to the glory that a while ago only a tip of the nail can be enjoyed.
However, in fact, that pitiful, horrifying and slick scene was drawn right in front of him. Success turned out to be a grudge against public, anger and hate.
Chandranaya the red kuntilanak easily uses this opportunity to push Wardhani out of the host's body.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Anggalarang realized what he had done, but it was too late. With full consciousness now, he took all the control he could somehow do. The rough white feathers of Maung sucked back into the pores of his skin.The body of the giant tiger Maung shriveled, his muscles rolled, all dragged into the body of Anggalarang who now fell to his knees naked. The sweat reflects the light of the garden lights.
By gathering the energy that had been absorbed by the figure of Maung, Anggalarang ran quickly towards the blood-soaked Goddess Kusuma. The figure of the snake covering his body evaporated with oxygen and carbon dioxide somewhere after cries of anger and disappointment could be heard.
Anggalarang raised the beautiful head of Kusuma Dewi and placed it on his thigh. The lover's hair was flushed full of bubbling blood from the gaping wounds on his chest and neck.
"Kusuma Goddess, my dear. What's going on with us?" Anggalarang. His voice was shaking violently.
Kusuma Dewi who is dying trying to raise his hand which is also a blood straw touched the face of Anggalarang. He can't talk. Blood continued to flow from his neck, chest, mouth and nose. His eyes are not focused. With all her strength, Kusuma Dewi said, "Akang ...," before her soul escaped from her body.
Anggalarang wailing poignant. Sadness enveloped him tightly, squeezing him tightly. It just feels like he wants to die. It felt like someone had been forcefully removed from him. That empty feeling is so painful.
Kusuma Dewi's last word is a representative of her true love. Even Anggalarang understands that. He killed Kusuma Dewi, killed himself. Kusuma Dewi is her life.
The body of the woman he loved with all her soul and body was lying low, immersed in her own blood that continued to pour out like she did not know how to stop. Anggalarang hugged the body of Kusuma Dewi like hugging the beauty that could not return.