
Cosim (27) years, the young man solemnly cast a spell given by the pigeon. He sat cross-legged in the middle of a circle surrounded by candle flames along his lines.
Only half the number of spell readings he had to complete, suddenly the sound of a loud bang from the flash of white light that rushed to throw himself to bounce while ravaging the bars of candles and various offerings of flowers to scattered in various directions.
Kosim bounced cornered in a corner whimpering while holding his chest. There's blood coming out of the right corner of the lip. His eyes looked empty and confused.
"You have failed to do so, but your contract remains in force..!" Shouted The wrathful Kuncen.
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...............That night at around 20:00 pm, Kosim was alone sitting pensively at the patrol post near his home. The look on his face was tangled like he was confused and there was a lot he was thinking about.
Cosim kept thinking by the rude words of his wife named Arin. But when he remembered Dede, his son was 3 years old when Kosim's face changed. The child at that age is funny and adorable with all his behavior.
Kosim is not a lazy husband despite his odd job, whatever he lives. Sometimes work as a building coolie if someone asks him. But usually Kosim selling cilok around far to villages in other districts.
For days his head was always filled with the words of his wife who pierced his heart continues to ring until it settles and petrified in his heart.
"Where to make a lot of money! Let the rich people, go shopping, dress up to the salon, wear gold bracelets, necklaces, rings let the neighbors be disinclined, let. let...! Kosim closed his face remembering the words he heard almost every day.
His wife's demands on economic needs made his wife eliminate gratitude and close her mind. So that it arises in the heart of Kosim to realize Arin's wishes, whatever the way.
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Armed with the instructions he obtained from searching on Google, Kosim determined to go to a place where he could obtain wealth in a short way.
Inside the bus, Kosim sat by a window that led him south. His gaze was nano and empty staring deep through the glass window of the bus along the road that passed. Angannya soared far into the sky seven imagine after returning from a place that promised the wealth would change the economy.
"Terminal... Hafisss..!" The shouts of the conductor disperse the reverie of Kosim after approximately 8 hours of bus ride that took him to the East end of Java Island.
Kosim rushed down, it was already late afternoon around 16:20 wib. The 8-hour journey to the eastern tip of Java does not make him feel tired.
Among the people passing by at the bus terminal Kosim jingled looking confused where he should walk. The only clue obtained from the internet is riding a motorcycle taxi.
Until finally there is someone who comes to him and asks Kosim's destination while offering a motorbike taxi ride to deliver it.
"You're going to Ng Kang Mountain, how much?" Ask Kosim.
"Oh, you want to go to the mountain mas? Sure???" The word motorcycle taxi seems to remind and know very well that the place is a place of people who are looking for a gift.
"Yes kang, far away from here and how much does it cost?" Said Kosim shyly.
"Lumayan far away mas, let's ride 50 thousand aja I take to the residence Kuncen. I used to drive passengers to that place." Said the ojek builder.
Without haggling and thinking long again, Kosim went straight up to the motorbike taxi.
The place Kosim goes to is none other than Ng's assignment. Ng is the name of the area where in a location there is a ritual place to obtain wealth from the types of monkeys or monkeys.
The process of becoming rich is said to involve monkeys that will help earn money quickly and a lot. The conditions are of course by agreeing to the terms and contract of the Occult Agreement with the Magical Creature Lord of Mount Ng.
Among the conditions is to provide the life of his flesh and blood as a tumbal and will be the inhabitants of Mount Ng live with the monkeys that are there until the end of time.
Residents around believe that the number of monkeys is the incarnation of the perpetrators of the mistreatment who are willing to make a supernatural agreement before.
Meanwhile, far-sighted Kosim who has been tightly closed to his senses, whatever the risk he is willing to bear. He continued his determination because in his mind only one, "BE RICH".
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After passing through the village residents time shows at 17.05 wib but the atmosphere of the road to the cottage Kuncen already looks dim because the twilight rays are blocked by the surrounding hills.
The motorcycle ojek riding Kosim is now passing in a small forest with a road not so wide and winding uphill. On his left right only saw the thick trees wild and lush.
The voices of the night star have begun to sound merrily as if ready to welcome the arrival of guests who will become new residents. Along the way to Kuncen place, there was no visible traffic or human activities.
Not long after in the distance, visible light comes from the fire torch. Flames can be seen flickering, sometimes enlarged sometimes shrinking blown by the wind.
Kosim tightened his jacket to hold the cold air as he put his hands together.
Shortly after, the motorcycle stopped in front of a hut made of wood. Rushing the taxi man down stepped towards the door of the cottage and knocked on it without hesitation.
Geck..Geck..Tok...!
"Monggo.." sounding authentic from inside the cottage.
His voice was a little heavy and felt the heart of Kosim trembling.
"Punten nggangu Mbah, niki wonten guest.." (sorry to disturb Mbah, this is a guest,) Said the carpenter when the door was opened.
"Snive.njih.monggo mlebet.." The man called Mbah let him in.
Appearing from behind the door of old men somewhat hunchback age range of 70 years with long gray hair sebahu tied with a typical Javanese batik cloth. His mustache also whitened a little long at both ends dangling up to his chin. The beard is also long as it looks very authoritative.
Some time the person called Mbah was involved in a conversation with the taxi driver in the middle of the door and ended the fist of the Mbah like something was given to the motorcycle taxi driver. Maybe give some kind of tips.
While Kosim was already sitting cross-legged while paying attention to the surrounding walls made of wooden fences. There are no displays there.
Suddenly his head halted, his eyes fixed on a door, he felt like something was tugging and inviting him in.
But the feeling did not last long after the sound of Si Mbah deheman who immediately sat in front of Kosim. Both of them sat only with mats of worn reeds.
"Nose bag purse." (where the child from) asked Si Mbah to open the conversation.
Kosim explained his origin to tell his determination to get wealth easily and quickly.
For a moment Si Mbah fell silent with his frown. What Kosim said seems familiar to hear the variety of reasons, he was used to hearing stories of distress like Kosim. The Mbah only the mangosteen heard the words of Kosim.
"Dude, this path is not good, a great sin!" Said Si Mbah reminded Kosim (already translet Indonesian)
"Does anyone know you're going to this place? You know the risk, Cung?" Ask The Mbah.
"There is no Mbah" answered Kosim.
"It's a very big and painful risk, Cung. You will be miserable for the rest of your life. Your child will be pulverized for your pleasure for only a moment, after which you will become a slave to supernatural beings who give you pseudo-wealth with your child." Mbah said.
Kosim just bowed quietly, his mind could no longer digest with common sense. The contents of his head were only filled with shadows of money, money and money to make his wife happy.
After Si Mbah said, suddenly there was a loud bang from the roof of his cottage followed by a boisterous sound like an animal was jumping on the roof with his voice understated, each other,
"nyaiit.nyaitt. nyiit." Like the sound of a monkey in a lot of boisterous numbers was heard from the top of the roof of the hut.
The blank slid backwards, while the Mbah reflex looked up. Then directly bowed his head while wrapping both palms on his chest. His mouth was moving like he was communicating.
A moment later the atmosphere returned to silence, the monkey voices just disappeared. Although already reminded by the Kuncen, but Kosim still in his stance. It was determined to continue his intention.
"Yes, just rest now. Starting tomorrow night to coincide with Friday night Kliwon Mbah will guide the ritual," said Mbah with a cynical smile.
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At the time promised Si Mbah as Kuncen Pesugihan Gunung Ng, Friday night Kliwon Kosim was preparing to perform the ritual.
Inside the hut feels a mystical aura. Silence, dim and occasional owl sounds increasingly add to his mystique.
Tonight Kosim begins to perform rituals binding supernatural covenants with the supernatural Demon Monkeys who promise wealth.
Kosim sat cross-legged with frown, his mouth was unceasingly talking about the spell given by the pigeon. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the circle line surrounded by candle flames along the line. In front of him already presented black coffee, white water, cigars and various kinds of flowers, cantilever, jasmine, frangipani, roses and whatever else.
A few moments and still half way reading the number of spell readings, suddenly a loud bang was heard accompanied by the roar of strong wind and threw Kosim's body until it bounced banging against the corner of the room.
The invisible lacing was also ravaging various offerings in front of Kosim. The candles were scattered in various directions, some were still lit and some were extinguished.
Kosim whimpered while holding his chest. There was blood coming out from the right corner of his lips, his gaze looked blank and looked extremely determined mixed in confusion.
"Bad..!" Shouted the wrathful Kuncen, emerging from inside the room.
"You have failed! But your contract is still in effect..!" Firmly Kuncen with jaws rattling.
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