The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Seven
Wong Ayu stood in a field with grass and colorful flowers. He was wearing fine clothes, but he felt naked. Not only his body, but his heart, mind, feelings even his life in the past were all wide open. He feels vulnerable and weak.
He saw the trees and walked there. His fresh fruits, which he did not know his name, hung on the branches, asking to be plucked. Under the trees there were many people, men and women probably the same age as their parents. They wear calm and soft colored clothes such as white, gray, sea blue or jambon. They smiled kindly at him, then continued to work weeding the grass around the trees. A cold breeze hit his curly hair.
Wong Ayu saw more and more people. But even though he had felt naked, now he was not ashamed anymore, instead he felt so comfortable. They smile because that is how it is, not fake or pretend. They do what needs to be done so that everything becomes natural. He didn't feel like leaving this place. Even the faces of these people were very fatherly and motherly. Reminds him of his own two parents who ... Already dead.
Wong Ayu was stunned, unprepared for this surprise. His heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to leap out through his breastbone. Both eyes glazed. His jaw clenched, teeth chattered, his fists clenched even his fingernails seemed to be going through his palms.
The people who were there raised their heads. All eyes looked at him. It seemed like they knew what was in Wong Ayu's heart and mind.
"I know what you're feeling, son," a motherly shady voice greeted his eardrum.
He had never seen this woman in his entire life, but somehow he knew her very well. The sound was like a cloth soaked in warm water and placed on his wounds.
There he stood. A middle-aged woman who, although a frown was visible on her face, saw the spirit of life radiating brightly from both her wide eyeballs. Her hair was covered with flowers. A golden necklace and rocks coiled around his neck and covered his bare chest. The cloth covering the lower part of his body was so wide that it was even dragged behind him.
Wong Ayu. He could not stop his feelings anymore, his tears were pouring out. There is an unspeakable longing, there is an unstoppable love to see a woman named Dayu Datu, the Rangda Nateng Girah who holds the title Calonarang.
"Bus ... Ms. Calonarang ..," said Wong Ayu with mixed feelings.
"My son, you should be able to slowly forget everything that happened. Your soul is too precious for this," the Calonarang retorted.
"What's going on with me, Mother? What am I going through? Both my parents died in front of my eyes, while I was in this strange and terrible world" Wong Ayu replied as she wept.
"You're very special. At this young age of yours, you've been able to penetrate the different layers of the world."
"What does that mean, Mother? What use would this privilege do to me if my parents were also killed while struggling in their magical lives?"
"Mother Calonarang, let me get away from this world. I am not ready for hospitality and love because my heart is full of grudges. I don't want to die. I want to live another five hundred years to paint the earth with blood" Wong Ayu was like possessed. I don't know where he could get such cruel words. Or perhaps the cruelty is deep in the heart and the soul is waiting to be released?
"You don't know what you're saying, my son. Don't let them rule you" Calonarang spread out both hands, offering a hug to Wong Ayu.
"But Mom, aren't you the mother of all misery? Aren't you able to understand the heartbreak of your children and it is you who help your children get justice? You destroy anyone who hurts you and your child to the point of being destroyed? Let me have your strength, mother," Wong Ayu felt the destruction of her soul to the crown and seemed to want to explode.
The wind is blind. Fruits and leaves are falling. The originally friendly people began to show their true form. They approached Wong Ayu on all fours, jumping like frogs, slithering, and even rolling on the ground. They were like saying, "Well, right. We will help you, use us, my son. Reject their deaths. Color the sky red."
Calonarang raised her voice in the midst of the strong wind, "Because I know what you are thinking and feeling that is why I ask you to forget everything that has happened. Slowly, my son, slowly ... ."
Wong Ayu shook her head. He could not understand what his mother said. People were still approaching him, creeping, jumping, rolling. Slowly they turned into something different, inhuman.
"They just want your soul, my son. They'll do whatever you want in exchange for your soul" the mother said.
Wong Ayu with her young body now looks mature and mature. He giggled, "If they want to do what I want, then it happens" Wong Ayu spread out her arms. "Come here you all ... Come to me ... ."
Like chicks chasing their mothers, the bodies speed up their movements. They broke away from the wrapping of his profane body. Now there are headsless bodies, lizard men, winged women, horned men, sprawling little children, ape-tailed men and other monstrous forms. Everyone hugged the young Wong Ayu.
Calonarang's mother sighed, "Durga Goddess gives balance to the white, to the good and the right. Is Durga your path, son?" slowly said. Calonarang's mother closed both her eyes. His mouth was wide open, tearing his cheeks and face. From inside his throat crawled out another entity. A woman with long hair reached the ground, with a flower on her head. His waist and stomach were wrapped in a scarf cloth, the rest of which was layered covering the lower part of his body, while his chest was bare, showing a pair of hanging flesh. A necklace with tooth ornaments and fragments of a human skull smashed his neck. His two wide eyes loomed over the flames. When he opened his mouth, from all his rows of black teeth flowed a thick red blood liquid.
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Wong Ayu, long curly hair as black as soot, contrasted with her clean yellow skin. Apparently ayu nan alluring but showing the image and harmful impression. Long-robed was unable to cover a pair of dense chest and strong hips even though his age had stepped on the head of three.
Virginity keeps his strength awake, including his body shape that seems inedible age. After all what kind of man dares to approach a woman who walks on death under a blood-colored moon? Only the old man who dared to try to touch her to be a slave woman should enslave sundel bolong. It was certain they would end up dead on the edge of the rice fields, caves or forests, so humiliating their deaths that no one cared and searched where their bodies were.