The Horror Story
Heirloom Brought Catastrophe (Part 2)

“The energy is strong! I can't see the heirloom and the form of the waiting too,”

“So I try to make all the strength and energy I have, but all I see is only a shadow of fog, as if blocked by a strong veil!” sansi. I tried to explain and give advice to him.

“Lif.. If you feel unable, better not to be forced, for the safety of all of us,” I said.

“Let's go, let alone. consider it not our sustenance, rather than happening anything with us and mumpung Pak Purwonya also has not sent money with us.”.

“Which way guys, really not?” ask them both. But unexpectedly, Alif rejected all the advice I gave, while Farid just kept quiet.

“But Van, such big money when else can we get?!”

“Lo do you know for yourself, at best our order how much money anyway? only ten million! that too we rarely get such orders.” kilahnya try to convince me.

“During this and up to this second, never have I failed in pulling heirlooms. Want the king of jinn or demons kayak how can I also face and conquer, either combat or barter. I'm sure I can afford Van! relax..” his ego starts to go outside saying.

Allif was continuously nyerocos non-stop about his optimism and now also cultivated by his ego. Plus he said, with complete ritual ingredients and the number of wahid that we will use later, far more likely than the word failed. The point is that Alif does not want to step down and still accept this snapper job. Farid and I can only follow their will. How else would you like? he has the ability and the calculation. Time pass. “H” Day has finally arrived. Right after two weeks ago since Mr. Purwo called me.

From noon the three of us have been going around shopping for materials for the purpose of the heritage attraction ritual later tonight using our operational car. Twenty million dollars were withdrawn at the ATM and we were almost out of money. Stay for the rest to buy car gasoline only.

But the bonus money of twenty-five million rupiah given by Mr. Purwo still intact in our account balance, we did not take. It is unenforceable for us to use it during the task, even if it is free money, not including labor money.

After shopping, Alif asked me to drive the car directly to Bogor, his grandfather's house. Then I didn't think that Alif's grandfather wanted to come and help us to pull the heirloom tonight and complete this big task.

There is a little sense of calm that engulfs my heart now, because finally there is an reinforcements that we can get, namely from his grandfather Alif who incidentally is a veteran psychic and certainly more powerful than Alif, her granddaughter.

From Bogor we immediately pumped gas to the south towards the city of Sukabumi, because the specified location is there. But not in the city, but continue to the far side and almost a few kilometers more have approached the beach, namely in a rubber plantation owned by colleague Pak Purwo, and he was waiting there.

From the highway we turned to a large footpath that had not been on the asphalt, and continued to follow the dirt road that left right flanked by tall and large rubber trees. Up to about a kilometer later, from a distance my car lights highlight some black jeeps that have been parked in front there.

It turned out to be Mr. Purwo's car and his bodyguards, which numbered nearly ten people and wore a black-black safari suit. After reaching the destination and I parked the car a little beside the big dirt road, soon we also out of the car. Mr. Purwo immediately came and greeted us warmly.

Without much ado Mr. Purwo immediately invited us all to follow him directly, into the rubber forest on foot and left our cars all on the side of the big road of the plantation. With the help of some bodyguards, we brought all the equipment and ritual materials from inside our car. Part of his bodyguard in front lit up our path with a flashlight in his hand.

Mr. Purwo walked ahead accompanied by his grandfather Alif while conversing. Ten minutes of walking finally arrived at the withdrawal site where the land was a bit roomy among the rows of rubber trees around us.

The clock I saw showed twelve o'clock ten minutes early. Means the withdrawal of heirlooms can be directly implemented. Then the three of us immediately put up the tools and ritual materials. A large white mori cloth in the shape of a rectangle began to be spread out in front of us, at the end of the four sides of the fabric was plugged incense that had been plastered with the number wahid.

Then in front of the mori cloth is placed one green coconut that has been peeled edges. Preparation is ready!!! The flashlights were all turned off. The incense that had been affixed to the madat was immediately burned. Soon the fragrant aroma of incense and madat began to smell santer, adding to the mystical atmosphere where we were.

Farid and I immediately retreated backwards, parallel to Mr. Purwo and his bodyguards. Until only Alif and his grandfather lived in the front, behind the altar of mori cloth. His grandfather Alif immediately pulled out a black cloth package that had been given by Mr. Purwo to him.

While walking into this forest, which turned out to contain a lump of blackish-brown soil and immediately sprinkled it on the white mori cloth, followed by a sprinkling of setamans, followed by a sprinkling of white mori, and lastly it was watered by the special ritual oils that we brought. Next Alif and his grandfather immediately cut the neck of a pair of cemani chickens on the mori cloth.

So that the blood is seen in deep black splattered splashing piles of soil and flowers on the mori cloth. Soon the carcasses of the cemani chicken were thrown all the way to the bush by the two of them. Then the two of them sat cross-legged with their hands crossed in front of their chests like a man who was imprisoned behind the altar of mori cloth. Sit still and quiet.

It's been half an hour. Both of their positions have started to change. Alif still sat cross-legged and side-by-side while occasionally his hands moved back and forth like someone pulling something. While his grandfather was in a position to stand and move more and more here like a person who was silat and always ended with a hand movement like he was pulling something anyway, the same as Alif did.

An hour had passed, suddenly Alif and his grandfather issued the same movement and rhythmically simultaneously, which was both pounding the ground below. Alif uses his hands while his grandfather uses one leg. Then the two of them rubbed their faces with their hands. Alif stood up, then they both walked back to approach us all.

“Please wait... will be out soon. We see!” his grandfather Alif told Pak Purwo.

The mood was silent for a moment,

Until suddenly..

DHUUAARR!!!

DESSSSHHH!!

BRRRR!!

We were struck by a big enough explosion like the sound of lightning blaring from the top of the rubber tree ahead, punctuated by a huge spark that also accompanied it. And along with the sound of the explosion, out also a large and long and bright red object that slid rapidly down and stuck right in the middle of the altar of mori cloth. So that the pile of soil and flowers on it is also a green coconut in front of it scattered in no direction.

Soon Alif and his grandfather walked slowly approaching the object that stuck on the ground, followed by Mr. Purwo with his bodyguards behind. Farid and I remained still in place, and watched from a distance. With great difficulty, Alif and his Grandfather attempted to pluck the object off the ground, and.. Blebbc.. Srakk.. The heirloom was finally uprooted also from the ground, which was immediately lifted and carried by the two of them and given to Mr. Purwo and partly held by his bodyguard.

“Hahaha! finally got it!” he cried while laughing with satisfaction.

“It turns out this heirloom is not just a mere nonsense legend, but it is true. Hahaha.” back she laughs.

It turned out that the heirloom was a kind of three-eyed trident stick that was probably made of gold, because it was so yellow and glittering even in a dark forest like this, especially if exposed to the flashlight, the bias radiates all over where we are.

Looking at the size of its length and magnitude, I estimated its weight could reach twenty kilos. And if the heirloom is made of gold, then if sold it could be tens of billions! Waw! he deserved to pay us that much. He could earn tens of times as much.

“Hmm.. Cunning too. Won a lot of him.” murmured I was cynical in heart.

“You're GREAT!! You'RE GREAT!! it is not free that I ask for your services and abilities. Hahaha.” he said in praise.

“Lain times, I will use your services again well? Hahaha,” again. While Alif and his grandfather could only smile like that.

“Nah, okay.. now lives my part that will keep my promise to you guys! let's go straight home and head straight to my house. I will make a cash Cheque of one billion rupiah that I promised it along with a power of attorney for the disbursement to the Bank from me, Mari!!” invite him to us while still fondling and stroking the golden trident stick that some of the handle is held by the bodyguard.

Farid and I are very happy to hear it, because soon we will get a billion rupiah!! Wow... What was my dream last night? my chant is in my heart. Just now we turned around and wanted to step away from that place, all of a sudden!

WHOOSHHHH!!!

A wind so great came from up ahead, where the altar of mori cloth was. The wind was so strong, making us stagger and try to continue to maintain balance. After the great wind stopped, it appeared from a distance between the rows of towering rubber trees, there are two points of red light in the darkness that is getting closer and closer accompanied by the noise of noisy rumbling friction of the ground and reeds that are scattered. We were panicking, but like we were fixated, as if waiting for what exactly came to us.

Until soon it was clear the figure who came to us. Right in front of us was currently standing a giant snake-bodied woman towering nearly five meters high. Flaming red eyes as if staring with anger at us. There were a pair of sharp fangs glittering between her lips and the figure of the snake-bodied woman was also wearing a small crown above her head. Her long hair was unraveling forward covering her chest.

“BASIC THIEF YOU! RESTORE MY STICK!!” he snapped at us while pointing at us all with his sharp pointed hands and accompanied by hissing sounds, typical of snake sounds. Suddenly his grandfather Alif was on his knees and rested in front of the figure.

“NYI BLORONG .. we did not know that the stick belonged to Nyai..”.

“We were only told by these people!” he then pointed at Mr. Purwo and his bodyguards.

“Again, we beg for forgiveness Nyi.” his door begged for mercy to the figure of the terrible woman, still with a position of half worship.

And I just realized that the terrible creature that is now standing in front of us is Nyai Blorong. He was one of the trusted commanders of the South Sea Sovereign. QUEEN KIDUL. Alif did not succeed at that time to look at the photograph of the land sent by Mr. Purwo, even by exerting all the energy and knowledge he had. Is this his opponent? a supernatural creature that has been very legendary and has a big name, which is said to be famous for all its horrors!

“I DON'T CARE!!”

“YOU HAVE BOTHERED ME AND HAVE MADE SUCH A BIG MISTAKE!”

“NOW YOU MUST DIE ALL!!!” snapped again.

Then unexpectedly, his long and so large tail immediately shook violently towards us. Kontan only people who were standing right in front of him, Mr. Purwo, the bodyguards, Alif and his grandfather were flung towards the rubber tree trunks around him. Lucky position me and Farid when it was far from where they were, so it was not hit by the tail of Nyi Blorong. I saw that they were all dying from being thrown and hitting the tree trunks so hard and so hard. Some of them broke his head, including Alif and his grandfather. While Mr. Purwo still died moaning on the ground resisting pain.

Suddenly the creature strangled his neck and lifted him up. Then he took his trident stick that was lying on the ground and was immediately thrown many times into the stomach of Mr. Purwo while laughing loudly chuckling, which made Mr. Purwo died instantly in his hands, then threw his corpse to the ground, leaving behind a thumping sound. After successfully killing Mr. Purwo, the giant snake-bodied female creature began to move back and went to some of the remaining bodyguards of Pak Purwo who was still dying to be killed again one by one. That opportunity was not wasted!!! farid and I ran as fast as we could to get out of this rubber forest, towards where our car was, before the hideous creatures realized our departure and chased after it.

Because we ran so fast without stopping in the slightest, in less than five minutes we had reached where our car was parked. Then with a rush and breath still feels bad, I reached into the keys of our car that was in my pants pocket. And get in the car. I turned on the starter and immediately I gasped without hesitation, down the dirt road to get out of the rubber plantation area. Not how many finally our car arrived and went out to the highway after I turned violently without me stepping on the brakes in the slightest, which almost made our car seem to be upside down.

Luckily the highway was still dark and deserted. And back my car gas poll as fast as it was on the highway that was still quiet, headed straight towards the city. In the car I saw Farid sobbing, because Alif, our close friend, had died horribly. Several times I saw him banging his thighs while occasionally covering his face with his hands. While I was driving a car, feeling very confused and confused to think about how the fate of the two of us in the future after the incident just now.

“What if tomorrow Alif's parents come to my house and ask about his whereabouts? because they know, Alif last time went with me and Farid.”

Then, “What if tomorrow or the day after tomorrow a cop comes to my house and interrogates me!? because the bodies have been found in a rubber plantation and there are bodies Alif also there.” Or, “What if later or tomorrow night, Nyi Blorong comes to my house and kills me?!” Hiii..

“Not a profit, even a stump.” I watered in my heart, while staring blankly ahead.

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