The Skewers House
Mantra and Love

"What are you doing? Quickly take the woman's heart! And put it in the ninth container!" The male stick shouted at Prambudi. Her neckline protruding indicating she was so wrathful.

Prambudi did not budge. His left hand gripped the neck of Citra. While his right hand was trembling violently. His mind had been possessed and possessed to immediately claw and tear apart the woman before him. But his heart and conscience continue to resist. Such great love can actually stop a spell.

"Janma manungsa ekatwa sira eyang gogor," The male wand once again casts a spell.

Prambudi growled, his saliva dripping so disgusting. His left hand tightened and pressed against Citra's neck until the blood vessels in Citra's neck looked green among her reddish white skin.

"Uughhh," Image had difficulty breathing, yet she did not attempt to resist. She has resigned, no matter what happens she leaves her life to her husband.

Prambudi gasped for breath, his tears did not stop dripping. The sound of old growls over time sounded like a pitiful cry. The image in a state of difficulty breathing put his hand on the head of the back of Prambudi. She stroked the hair of her husband.

"Not what dear," Whisper the Image slowly.

"Aarrgghhhhhh," Prambudi suddenly just shouted and released his hand grip from the neck of Citra.

Prambudi turned his head, looking at the stick man who was standing glued behind him.

"You, baj*ng*n!," Prambudi shouted. His voice sounded echoing, like the voices of two people speaking together.

"I jaluk padhang ati, ora duwe padhang ati, duweku dimar brackets cumanthol pulung e atiku, kekuwunge byar padhang ketrawangan lir kadiyo suryo medal saking wetan," The male stick back chanting mantra. He grasped a incense as big as a thumb tightly.

Prambudi shook his head quickly. Somehow the male mantra of the stick had no effect on him anymore. It was his will and strength that managed to clear his mind. Prambudi's eyes remained bleached, but he could no longer be controlled by the shaman before him.

The male with the stick was getting riled up, he never expected Prambudi to escape from his spell. Prambudi's eyes stared intently at the man before him. A look that shows anger and a desire to kill.

Suddenly Prambudi jumped, hit the male stick. They both fell down the stairs to the first floor. There was still a growl from Prambudi's mouth, while the male stick looked sprawled with wounds all over his body.

Prambudi tried to stand up, but felt pain in his right leg. Her ankle is sprained. With a gulp, he dragged his steps back to the top floor.

"Pram bu di. . .," The male with the rod called out with his raucous, brick-styled voice. Prambudi stopped his steps, but he did not turn his head.

"You're part of us. So does your blood. As long as the songo ghost ritual is not completed, then the ritual will continue to be inherited. We will always. . .seek you . . .sniff the scent of the blood of your offspring . .," The male stick slightly chuckled. He was no longer able to move.

Prambudi again dragged his feet towards the top floor. The image still sits leaning against the wall. His neck looks blue from a giggle. His slender body looked weak and limp.

"Citra. . .," Prambudi called Citra, slightly shaking her shoulder.

"Mas. . already conscious?," Citra asked, her voice raucous. As a result of Prambudi's strangulation earlier, maybe his vocal cords were injured.

"I'm sorry, my dear" Prambudi kissed Citra's forehead so gently. Prambudi tried to lift the body Citra. Even though her legs were painful and aching, she felt she had to get out of this house immediately.

Kriieett

When Prambudi's feet were about to step down the stairs, the door opened itself. The cold weather immediately ambushed. Simultaneously, a swarm of black smoke entered Prambudi's body penetrating through his nape. Prambudi was shaking like he was electrocuted.

"Mas?," Citra asked in surprise and fear.

"Cit, you better run," Prambudi lowered Citra from his carrier.

"What's wrong Mas?," Citra asked softly.

"Rituals cannot be canceled. The demons adored by them have already come, I can feel them. He sniffed your scent Cit. The woman who is coming by the moon. Run away! Go!," Prambudi held i his head.

Prambudi knew very well, no one could stop the ritual that had already run except death. Even if death comes, the responsibility of fulfilling the mantu (nine ghosts) is passed on to his descendants.

Adi immediately ran into the house. When entering the living room, it was very quiet. Adi stepped slowly. Then he found an old man lying under the stairs. The grandfather stared at Mas Adi's arrival. His eyes were glaring, looking quite scary.

"Don't bother! Soon the ritual will be over!," said the Grandfather in his raucous voice.

Mas Adi ignored him. He got up, settled into the precipitate walking towards the top floor. There was a growling sound, just like the sound of people being possessed in the outer courtyard.

Mas Adi prepared the gun. He walked half tiptoed, adjusting his breath that was panting so as not to sound.

Mas Adi found Citra and Prambudi upstairs. The image that sat rested, while Prambudi crouched down holding his head with both hands.

"Don't move!," Mas Adi pointed his gun at Prambudi. Mas Adi watched around, he remained vigilant while searching for Sinta's whereabouts.

Prambudi looked up, with his eyes increasingly blurry he could see Mas Adi standing before him.

"Adi?," Prambudi looked at Mas Adi with an expression of astonishment.

"So, you came here with a police officer, you mean this guy Cit?" Prambudi asked Citra. His wife nodded slowly.

"A remarkable coincidence. It seems like the wheel of fate is spinning very unfunny," Prambudi chuckled.

"Oh yes Adi, in the room there is a dead body of an old man who owns this house. I didn't kill him, he died alone you know. And one more there's a woman I'm holding. He's okay, I'll release him yes Adi police sir," Prambudi chuckled, I don't know what makes him feel funny. After hearing Prambudi's words, Mas Adi felt a little relieved. Sinta is alive.

"Mbak Citra, come quickly. Take cover behind me," Mas Adi called Citra. Mas Adi was worried that Prambudi would attack suddenly. His white eyes make Mas Adi sure, Prambudi could have at any time hurt others.

"He's my husband" Citra said, looking back at Mas Adi.

Mas Adi swallowed. He salutes seeing Citra who is so loyal to Prambudi, even under the current circumstances. Prambudi is no longer a human being. His eyes were completely white, his canine teeth that somehow seemed longer, as well as his fingernails. Seen from anywhere, Prambudi is very creepy.

"Mbak Citra's. Don't act stupid! Stay away from that creature! He's not your husband anymore. Where's yourdaughter? Where is she Ma'am? He needs you!," Mas Adi shouted still pointing his gun at Prambudi.

Mas Adi's remarks made Citra aware. She asked Amanda to hide in the bedroom. Citra looked at Prambudi, Prambudi nodded slowly.

"Find our son Mah, hurry!," said Prambudi, his voice sounding quivering.

"You don't go where Mas is, I'll be right back," Citra grabbed Prambudi's neck. With a little interesting, Citra landed a kiss on her husband's lips.

"Sir police, take care of my husband," Citra stood up, staring at Mas Adi. His voice sounded hoarse and raucous. His vocal cords are really broken.

The image staggered a bit as it walked down the stairs.

"I can't linger long mastering my consciousness Di. Maybe it was his fate, you were the one who had to end me" Prambudi said after Citra left. Prambudi smiled wryly.

"If you want to be cooperative, I won't hurt you Pram. Come with me, we go to the office!," said Mas Adi, this time he lowered his weapon.

"Cannot be In. It's all too late. You better listen to me. After my story was over, kill me!," Prambudi sighed, sounding and feeling heavy.

"The story will be later, we go to the office first!," sergeant Mas Adi.

"It's about me, Ms Retno and that person . .," Prambudi ignored Mas Adi. He continues to start his story.

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