The Treaty of Invisibility
GRUDGES

The slopes of Mount Ng,

A hut made of wood roofed tassel stood secluded in the middle of the wilderness. The thick trees around the hut block the incoming sunlight so that the atmosphere looks dim even though each day is broad.

Around the cottage a lot of monkeys roam wildly. In the courtyard of the wooden hut dozens of monkeys flickering around and there issuing a squeaking sound to each other, as well as the monkeys that hang on the roof of the hut continuously jumping from end to end back and forth alternately. The primates were constantly screaming at each other for attention. But there are also some monkeys only seen just sitting in front of the door of the cottage that is tightly closed.

Suddenly the monkeys suddenly grew wild jumping here and there when they saw someone coming walking towards the bridge. The boisterous sound of monkey chirps as if feeling excited to see it. All the monkeys' eyes were fixed on the figure of an old man dressed in a combatant suit who was all black.

His hair was already bleached stiffly along his back. Above the old man's head was bound in brown batik cloth, on his chest was a white bone resembling fangs. On his right shoulder was attached to a bundle of cloth, he walked quickly with a wooden stick in his right hand. Although it looks old but seen from the way it walks, the person looks still sturdy.

When the distance was 10 meters away from the cottage, the old man stopped his steps. He frowned deeply, his facial features looking astonished full of question marks.

“Tak usually a lot of monkeys gathered around Kakang Utung hutkan,” murmured.

Then he continued his steps back. The sound of the monkey's squeals getting louder and more wildly jumping in all directions as the old man approached. The man was increasingly astonished by the behavior of the monkeys. His heart was pounding, his chest suddenly rumbling in line with the premonition he felt was bad. The man sped up his pace and walked through the clumping crowd of monkeys. The animals opened themselves to split in two so that it formed like a passageway for the old man to pass through.

“There is something wrong..” muttered the old man while watching the behavior of the monkeys around him.

The old man hurriedly knocked on the door as soon as he arrived.

Tok...

“Kak... Punteeeen...”.

There is no law from inside the cottage. The old man again knocked on the door and called out to him in an even louder voice.

Tok...

“Punteeen.... Kakang Utuuung... punteeeen..” exclaim old man.

Kreeooott...

The creaking sound of the door instantly opened as the old man tried to push him away. Instantly a very pungent foul smell was instantly inhaled by his nose. The old man spontaneously covered his nose with the end of a headband cloth dangling over his chest. His steps slumped back out while holding his nauseous stomach. A moment later the old man spewed out his stomach.

“Hoekh.. hoekh... hoekh.

In the hut, he had not seen anything because it was dark, there was no light coming from outside. A few moments after the man pulled out his stomach which was only in the form of water, then reached into the bundle of cloth attached to his shoulder. His hand took out a bottle of mineral water and directly gulped it to half. The old man stood panting with a pounding on his chest.

“Don't..” his guamaman stopped then he took a match from his shirt pocket.

Then he stepped back into the cottage by lighting a match as his lighting. Slowly the old man stepped into the dark room of the cottage. His chest rumbled as he sharpened his gaze swept across the room. The old man was clenched, his eyes wide open with mouth agape watching a lump of body being torn in the corner of the room.

“Rack!” screech the old man.

In front of the body figure that is not intact, most of it has been damaged and shows the breast bones. Maggots scattered all over the rotting body. The abdomen has been hollow showing ribs scattered maggots and on the face has almost left the skull.

“Hoeeekh.. hoeeeekhh... hoeeekh..”.

The old man regurgitated water from his stomach. With all his might he looked around the rotting body with the lighting of his match. He noticed there were blood spots on the wooden wall that had already dried up. Then pay attention to the floor of the cottage, it looks a variety of flowers scattered everywhere and long candle bars scattered overlapping on the flowers of the offerings.

His eyes were again directed at the body of Mbah Utung, his eyes looked at the nanar and then shouted loudly, “I will demand a reply!”

The sound of the monkeys chirping outside the cottage rumbled to the cry of an old man filled with fiery grudges.

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Gus Harun Residence, BANTEN.

In the bamboo saung that stands in the middle of a fish pond that is in the corner of the pesantren complex environment, Gus Harun and Abah Dul are sitting cross-legged with pandan mats casually enjoying the afternoon air of Banten. In front of him presented dry cakes of various types in jars and two cups of black coffee certainly.

Abah Dul had been staying overnight at the residence of Gus Harun. Abah Dul immediately rolled away the day after the night tahlilan seven days the death of Kosim. Abah Dul deliberately visited Gus Aaron because he had a wedge in his heart related to the death of Kosim and various feelings of concern that would befall the Kosim family.

"The dream is strange, Kosim always appears for seven days in a row" said Abah Dul while choosing a cake in front of him.

"Ente see the form of the deceased how is Dul? What does that mean," said Gus Aaron frowned.

"Yes the form of Kosim Gus but indeed his condition is concerning. His clothes were tattered and there were a lot of blood stains on his shirt. It was his Laos that he wore the last time he said goodbye, remember Gus?" abah Dul said.

"The white oblong shirt if there is no wrong soap product writing," said Gus Harun recollecting.

"Njih Gus" said Abah Dul.

"Keep the late ngomonh what? Ask Gus Aaron curiously.

"Kosim was silent Gus, I saw his face pale and his eyes were empty staring at the floor, he looked down continuously. Boro-boro, by the way, turned to look at it too, about what is Gus?" asked Abah Dul and then sipped his coffee.

Gus Harun was silent, he did not want to carelessly give estimates that are not fundamental so as not to be something misleading. After a long silence while thinking hard, Gus Aaron opened his voice.

"For a while, according to ane's opinion, it means that the spirit of the deceased was not brought by the monkey demon Dul as we had previously thought," said Gus Harun carefully.

"What is the reason for Gus if Kosim was not brought by the magician?" Abah Dul disagrees with Gus Harun.

"Gini, gini Dul. Basically every human who dies will be in the grave or Barzah realm, right?" Gus Harun stopped his words turning to Abah Dul.

"Jih Gus" said Abah Dul, nodding his head.

"But Dul, there is also a history that the spirit of the deceased person is not directly in the Barzah realm but the spirit is still in the world realm. It's just no longer using the body," said Gus Harun.

"Arwah's curious?" chirps Abah Dul.

"Njih Dul, ane even more inclined to the spirit of curiosity," sergeant Gus Harun while patting Abah Dul's shoulder to make Abah Dul jerked in surprise.

"Astagfirullah, Gus... shocked me," said Abah Dul.

Both friends of one pesantren and one teacher who has a high knowledge of kebatinan are both silent. The silence in the saung was only with the sound of water tinkling under the saung by many goldfish. Abah Dul thought with CURIOUS SPIRIT, this time he seems to agree with the opinion of Gus Harun.

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