The Arkana: The Demon Hunters
Red Memorized Pesinden

"Remembering dawuh, wind dandani tansah. Bayangane edan ngguyu ati sing luh. Sinden Java singing sira song, ngrungokake cerito death chapter sing arrived."

At this time lightning roared the night sky accompanied by heavy rain. Mayang fell asleep agitatedly. At one point, he awoke to hear the thunder.

"Duh, the storm doesn't stop, it's cold."

Faintly heard the sound of sinden in his ears. The voice was heard from the right side of his room.

"Death to unmarked mlebu, rich shadow sing mudhun gumuyu. Jroning jagad iki, urip ora lasting, Sinden singing pesen saka afterlife."

Mayang broke away from the blanket and got up from his bed. He moved to the right of his room. He put his ear on the wall of the room and it was true that the origin of the sound of the canticle came from the next room.

Tok .. tok .

"Na, you haven't slept?" mayang said, knocking on the wall of his room. However, there was no response from the next room. "Myrna?"

Tok .. tok .

Only a knockback was heard. Mayang thought, maybe Mirna was singing so cool that the girl did not return the call and only responded with a knock back. He tried to go back to sleep, but the sinden sound really bothered him. There was a question in her head, remembering that Mirna had never nosed.

'Is that Mirna's voice?'

Mayang also stood up and walked to take the black cardigan hanging behind the door. He put on the cardigan while opening the door and stepping outside.

Tok .. tok .

"Na, Mirna?"

Currently Mayang is already in front of Mirna's room which is in the corner of the second floor, adjoining the house of Pakde Suratno who works as puppeteer puppeteer.

Lightning struck the sky with a dazzling light, leaving Mayang shocked. The wind that whispered in a hoarse voice added to the tension in this place. Maybe because it was quiet, Mayang felt a tremor of fear that crept in his body.

As Mayang tried to quell his fear, the electricity suddenly went out. In an instant, darkness enveloped the second floor passageway. Only the faint light from the lightning snatching became his illumination. His heart was pounding, but he tried to convince himself that this was just a result of the storm.

However, in the dark, Mayang felt that something was not right. The sound of delicate footsteps, barely audible, began to creep in the corridor. The girl held her breath, her hands trembling as she tried to turn on the flashlight on her phone. Until a melodious voice, like a soft singing voice, began to be heard from the direction of the stairs that were on the opposite corner side of him.

"Mayaaangg.." The whisper sounded like a gentle wind calling out his name.

Suddenly, the light returned to illuminate the corridor as the electricity recovered. From the opposite end of the direction to Mayang, there was a woman standing wearing a red kebaya with a strange smile on her face. His voice that was so alluring now sounded even more terrifying. Deftly the woman immediately did the Javanese dance still staring at Mayang.

A frightened Mayang ran to his room next to Mirna's. However, the more he stepped up, the corridor lights went back off one by one. And when the lamp died, the distance of the sinden was getting closer. Mayang accelerated his pace along with gamelan gending sound that sounded faster tempo.

Braaak!

The girl managed to get inside her room and directly closed the door loudly. After he locked the door, his feet suddenly went limp and fell on the floor trembling. Mayang's breathing is no longer regular.

Amidst her fear, the lights went out again, leaving the girl shocked and further engulfed in horror. However, not long ago the lights came back to life.

"Remember the boisterous, gedhong-gedhang universe, sinden singing secret sing ngliahi. Fate ora can be daleni, manungsa only guests, Saathane lunga, destiny sing ora laughter."

The goosebumps! The feathers of Mayang stood up. Sinden's voice was heard right behind him. Mayang immediately looked over quickly. Sinden's grinning face made her reflexively yell hysterically.

"YYYYYY!"

Mayang is now sitting with breath gasping and sweat pouring out. He looked at the wall clock which still showed at three in the morning.

It seems like a nightmare just haunted him. It's just that everything that happened earlier was too real to be called a dream. Mayang picked up the phone and called Mirna right now.

Three times he tried, and the fourth call came to fruition. Mirna raised the call.

"Why, May?" ask Mirna. From his tone speaking, he was like he had just woken up.

"Sorry disrupts malem-malem. You're in the room, Na?"

"Gue again nginep at my Pakde's house in Solo, May. Why?" ask Mirna back.

"Why? Abis's a nightmare, huh?"

The deg!

Mayang frowned. "Kok you know?"

"Tomorrow I turn right to Jogja really, it will be right to see me want a story, but not in kosan," replied Mirna.

"O-okay."

"Yes, I went to bed first, May."

"OK, okay. Sorry to bother you, Na."

"It's okay, Mayang. See you."

Mayang turned off the call, then fell silent. Calling Mirna seemed to cloud her mood. Knowing Mirna was not in the room, and also the question of the nightmare was.

It felt like sleeping and hoping for time to pass, but it was difficult. Every time Mayang closed his eyes, he remembered the red sinden kebaya grin in his dream. Until finally, Mayang continued to wake up until dawn.

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"Sorry too late" Mayang told Mahari, who was sitting on the terrace enjoying his first black coffee this morning.

"Okay, female customers are also quiet so they can still tolerate it" replied Mahari. However, the man realized that there was something wrong with the girl. "May, are you staying in the spring?"

"I-iya, Mom. There's always a side job."

"Oh, what job?" ask Mahari.

"Ngedit video," Maya answered lying.

"OK, okay. Mumpung again deserted, you if you want to rest use a reflection room for girls to sleep, but the bed is so dah, incandescent mattress," said Mahari followed by a small oddity.

"No need, Mas. It's still strong." Mayang walked in leaving Mahari on the Tantra veranda.

Mahari glanced towards one of the large trees in the side courtyard. Apparently Darmanta was sitting on one of the branches while reading a book. It seems Manta is glancing towards him.

"Where, Ta?" ask Mahari.

"Yes, though faint, but still its rotten sniff," answered Manta.

Mahari sipped his coffee again. "Please take care of this one. Can you?"

Manta just nodded in response to Mahari's question. The handsome man who was about to intervene took care of something that already dared to deal with his co-workers.

...****************...

On the other hand a man with a blangkon on his head was sitting in a dark empty room while playing a puppet as if he was doing a show.

Suddenly the game stopped when one of his sindens let out a less melodious sound in the ear. He stared at the woman with angry eyes.

"Kowe ruined my game" said the mastermind shriveled. However, it sounded full of pressure on every word that came out of its mouth.

At that moment the players stopped the game. The sound of gamelan suddenly turned into silence.

The lady who failed to have a sweet nose just cried sobbing. "Murve, Gusti."

"We tried saka early. Sakali again kowe is wrong, not kowe patent."

The puppeteer returned to play his puppet accompanied by four sinden people on his left side. The gamelan sound of the trawlers began to be heard again dramatizing scene after scene that he played. In his hands, the puppets were like living and playing themselves.