The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Eight
The man named Marsudi chuckled amusedly reading the headline of a tabloid whose contents focused on magical, mystical and supernatural news. The news this time is filled with stories about mysterious figures seen in various places. A figure who is trending in various news is reported to be able to fly into space with extraordinary speed and have physical strength that is no less amazing.
Marsudi is basically not surprised by this kind of news. After all what to expect from a tabloid that writes about supernatural and supernatural stories, right? But what makes it a little amused is that this tabloid refers to the figure as an adiwira or western term called superhero, aka superhero.
According to many sources, this figure often fights against people who break the law. He beat up robbers operating on the northern coast of Java, or drug dealers in Sumatra, or motorcycle gangs in the western part of Java island. The media even has a nickname for this phenomenal figure. They called it Tetuka, which refers to the Javanese puppet character, the small name of the Gatotkaca.
Weepy!
This is the news, he thought. But the man again chuckled, suddenly aware of how ridiculous the news was though, not without reason he still continued to read this mystical tabloid. While drinking coffee and sitting in the bus terminal as well as this market, he saw an advertisement about the sale and purchase of talismans. What right does he have to laugh at the news that he thinks is ridiculous and unreasonable, even though he believes in mystical things and beyond reason, such as
about this talisman.
As a member of the thugs who quite have a name, Marsudi has done many things and efforts so that his career in this dark world uphill. He's killed people twice, gone to jail twice. Fighting was a familiar thing to him. When fighting, he had never lost. Mastery of the science of rawaronteknya has reached a fairly high level.
Five days ago, he dreamed someone came to him and gave him an heirloom. Not just an ordinary talisman because the sky became gray and in his dream he saw buildings in the form of magnificent temples and crowded people, as if the temples were only completed not hundreds of years ago. The heirloom bearer wore a regal ancient Javanese royal dress, full of gold as a necklace, bracelet and giwang. The cloth covering the lower part of his body was sewn with gold cloth and silk cloth into his sash.
From that moment on he could not forget that dream. He is not a person who likes to dream prophecy even though he is a practitioner of the science of worship. But this dream remembered constantly inside his brain, even every part of it was clear. If not a sign, then what else?
Affandi, a man wearing a belel jeans and a three-button polo shirt approached him. His body is smaller than Marsudi, but his muscles are very clay. Just like Marsudi, Affandi is also a fan of martial arts. He is a fighter of one of the tiger ralek streams in the Minangkabau realm. At a young age, he was very diligent in practicing silat. He also has a high obsession to achieve something, but he is also a grumpy and vindictive. Feeling anointed by the silat teacher compared to his older brother, he challenged the brother like that. He defeated him, killed him and fled to Java with another college friend who had no idea what was happening. His college friend Kurenji only knows that they will go to another island to practice their ability to shine in the real world, against the difficulties and challenges of life. It is not difficult to guess that Affandi then became a champion who chose to compete in Java. Robbing, intimidating and also re-killing was already a part of him now. He has also been drugged, even a few times.
"So you got what you're looking for, huh?" ask her to Marsudi who she already considers her own brother.
Affandi looked at Marsudi with concern. Before long, there was one more person who joined them. He sat between them and ordered coffee and two cigarettes. This guy is perlente-style. His shirt was neatly ironed and put in his blue jeans. A golden necklace looks out from behind his grey shirt. Her hair was brushed back. It also smells very fragrant. Kardiman Setil is her name.
"So, we're still in the original plan ‘kan?" kardiman Setil said while patting his two friends on the shoulder.
Marsudi sighed, "That's ‘kan just a dream that bothers me. Indeed in the dream, the person who gave me the keris told me to go west and look for a village called Obong. But whether it's true or not the village exists I'm not sure. Besides, if I want to go anyway, why are you all in?" marsudi.
Kardiman Setil fell back, scratched his head and exhaled his cigarette smoke high into the air, "If you don't take your dreams for granted, how can I take them for granted? Surely this is really important to you. And if it's important to you, then obviously it's important to me too" said Kardiman Setil, who was unhesitatingly approved by Affandi.
Kardiman Setil, this figure gets his last name as a nickname. This is because he always tries to look cool in dress or dress. Cool in the language of the market in its environment is called cetyl. Perhaps this comes from the word style in English. Kardiman Setil is a hitman, aka a hitman. Even now he is still actively engaged in this work. His victims may have been close to twenty, and he carried out his professional work well.
He does not always kill the victim by direct means and his own hands. Anything he can use. Toxins, sabotage, using or deceiving others to carry out their plans, and other means. But if indeed he must do directly with his own hands, he is also a person who is able to adapt well. In addition to firearms, he could kill people by using any item to
weaponized. From knives, wood, broken glass, pencils, even bare hands.
However, there is no ivory that does not crack.
He also had to go to jail several times because of improper methods of killing him or the failure of execution, or it could be because he was sacrificed by a client whose name must be protected. It was in this prison that the three people who were full of dark sides met each other swear allegiance as brothers even though they had previously tried to attack each other and kill each other. This kind of life is very common in prison culture, in bui habits.
People say, brotherly relations will be more thick when it starts from a hostility. Whether true, whether not, in fact, up to this point, the three people had been bound by a blood covenant that made them determined to live dead together. Any one of them would be willing to sacrifice life for the other.