The Angkara Murka
The Book of Obong - Joglo
A good and satisfying day does not happen forever.
With Priyam, Satria Piningit learns to accept and what it is. There was nothing he covered up when talking to the boy. The problem of its strange nature, it's different things. Satria Piningit doesn't care much about what's behind her life. The problem of ghosts and everything related to his sixth sense or whatever the name is just the spice of their friendship. Satria Piningit even tried to be able to accept the perspective or point of view of the friend.
That was the least Satria Piningit had thought of to date.
"You know, the girl yesterday saw the flying head that this village sent to the next village?" he said a few days ago, before the conversation of Satria Piningit and Wong Ayu on the edge of the times occurred.
"Wong Ayu, you mean?" ask Satria Piningit. Priyam still calls Wong Ayu as a girl, but they live in the same village. Names should not be foreign, right? Inner Satria Piningit.
Priyam did not answer. Instead he continued to tell me with his unique Japanese language, "The flying head was detached from the body of a citizen in this village. It was part of the black magic used to harm others."
"What's the point, Priyam? Why would anyone in this village want to harm someone else? Is it because of revenge?" ask Satria Piningit. Now he is always happy and curious about the stories of Priyam and Wong Ayu. This habit is like watching a lot of soap opera. The second story has now been thought and considered true by Satria Piningit. However, deep down in his heart there was still a speck of doubt that Priyam and Wong Ayu were telling all of it as it was. Perhaps they both add spice here and there to make the stories more interesting.
Satria Piningit doesn't care. Curiosity is more about human nature.
Priyam played a bahar root bracelet on her jet-black skinny arm then stared at Satria Piningit. "Not all black magic is used for the purpose of revenge and hatred. But, I think that the head was removed from his body was indeed used to harm someone, maybe kill him. But this science can be possessed by a person as a tool of wealth."
Satria Piningit began to understand Priyam's intent, "Like a hit man, you mean?"
Priyam looks confused. Satria Piningit thought maybe because of the use of the language mixed with Indonesian and Malay is confusing?
"A hit man is someone who is paid to kill the person he wants" Satria Piningit said.
Priyam smile. Satria Piningit interpreted Priyam's response as an answer to yes.
Satria Piningit did not know what Wong Ayu was doing after the sighting of the flying head that Priyam said she witnessed. Therefore a few days later, on the last occasion Satria Piningit asked Wong Ayu directly. And the girl immediately wandered away.
With Wong Ayu, Satria Piningit clearly had a taste for him. Besides being beautiful, the girl is also brave, unique but also straightforward. The weirdness that was on him, which made him and his family shunned Obong villagers instead made Satria Piningit have the flexibility to close their relationship. I don't know what that relationship is called. After all, the point is that the two are getting closer day by day.
One day Satria Piningit asked Wong Ayu about her father's work, "Sorry Wong Ayu. Again, I apologize if you are offended. But I'm too curious ... ,"
"With my father's work?" cut Wong Ayu.
"Village children say your father was a black shaman. Their parents told them. It's not really a matter of whether I believe it or not, anything that doesn't change my view of you and your family."
Wong Ayu laughed sweetly back. His plump eyes were playing around in Satria Piningit's head.
"Yes, my father was a shaman. But if they say that the shaman refers to bad and negative things, their minds and hearts are full of spite and hatred. Isn't there a term for a child shaman? Is that bad?"
Right too, thought Satria Piningit.
"My father worked with the supernatural to reconcile with them and maintain a balance of life" said Wong Ayu, reminding Satria Piningit of what Priyam had said about her own father when they first met. It has been said, according to Satria Piningit, these two friends have a lot in common.
"People come to buy antiques as a counterweight to their lives. They also often ask the father's advice about their lives, both effort, love to health."
Satria Piningit gnaws loudly, "Ah, a kind of fengshui but the Javanese version means. What's his name? Primbon?" ask Satria Piningit.
Wong Ayu laughed crisply, but she seemed to agree.
This kind of conversation makes it seem complete already live teenager Satria Piningit in this village.
But, as the beginning of this book says, a good and satisfying day does not happen forever. Reality awakens Satria Piningit from this childish and sinless dream. Wong Ayu had to leave and move out of this place after more than a month of living in Obong village.
Wong Ayu's house that he lived with his parents in this village was actually ordinary. The building is joglo style, like the average house of other Javanese in this village, although the size is small. Solid ground floor and room walls half brick half gedhek or woven bamboo scattered wall decoration in the form of puppets and masks. Slowly Wong Ayu took off all the wall hangings and stuffed them into cardboard containers of instant noodles.
The villagers came. The little children ran in front of Wong Ayu's house while stealing glances into the house. Some even recklessly try to enter the house before their ass is grazed mothers dressed in negligee or daily kebaya. The fathers sat some distance away, near kali or in front of the sugar cane garden while smoking kreteks or twining.
Older men and some old men smoke leaves and water, just as the princess dumplings begin to slouch and wear a daily kebaya. Their mouth and teeth are red from constantly chewing betel nut. Three women and I saw the princess prepared with lacquered or long benches made of bamboo by their children or grandchildren. The three of them sat in the audience seats like watching a puppet show or a tancap screen.
While teenage children and adolescents should take care of their authority by pretending to be indifferent. They did not look too close to Wong Ayu's house, but still gathered at the gossiping patrol post.
The villagers were enjoying and celebrating the process of moving Wong Ayu and her family. Somehow, Priyam's feelings towards this village through her current stories felt an influence on Satria Piningit. He felt something new, as if the door opened slowly and showed the other side of the village. During this time he did not see and did not try to find out the nature of the people of the village who had been surrounded by Priyam from a different lens.