Travel Stories
Random Reverie at the End of the Sidewalk
As usual, the cloud is still in power. Sending layer after layer of thin blanket drizzle although not able to fully cool the hot air of this tourism center island. Trying as hard as possible to make the inter-provincial highway that divides South Badung was rather quiet from the tourist lovers even without success. The road is still frenzied with a variety of vehicles that continue to pass, loading a variety of races and tribes of human race with various purposes, although average, to the contrary, have a face full of smiles and the spirit of anticipation of adventure and relaxation tours. Much different from the figure of the youth sitting on one corner of the sidewalk, which is protected from drizzle due to the shade of the minimarket roof where he came out earlier. His face that was filled with the manly charm of a young man seemed to be filled with nothing in his mind. His forehead continued to wrinkle, until his thick eyebrows seemed to merge into a straight line.
Isolated from the world, the young man just sat there without noticing anything. Not in the hustle and bustle of the tourists, not in the rain, not even in the cigarette ash that fell on his thighs. His mind kept twisting the various things that had happened to him ever since he set foot on this divine island. On the cursed object that he must find its existence, about the ghost of the girl with pink scarves, about Pangky and his herd of bars, and in particular, on the incident that happened last night.
The typhoon let out a heavy sigh as he felt his chest as if it was tightly tied. He felt that there were too many new things that he experienced, and some recent events, even endangering the lives of more than the various expeditions of extreme activities that he had undertaken.
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Needless to say, the engine immediately turned on without interruption. Accompanied by Pangky, Typhoon took a picture of Andini and returned to the Pyramid, although his heart still felt ungodly. Only this time, Typhoon stopped Pangky who rushed to join the others when they got back to the Pyramid. There were too many questions that he wanted to ask the young man, and he did not want to hear the bullies that must be coming from this herd of bars right now.
When he heard his request, for a moment the young man fell silent and nodded after some time had passed. With a powerless eye view, he pointed at the helipad area located next to the Pyramid building.
"Chat there. It's quite a place. Sanalah first, I take the coffee." he replied, who was replied with a weak nod of the Typhoon.
The young man's mind had been constantly troubled by various things since he got here. And unfortunately, many of them completely toppled many other things that he had once believed in before. Typhoon scented really felt he was on the precipice of insanity...
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Pangky leaned his head against the perimeter fence that encircled the helipad area where they were speaking. His eyes were far away staring at the series of stars scattered like sand on the beach. Hearing the various travel stories of this silly young man next to him, inevitably he remembered the figure of the same young man, before he finally met the man, he finally met the man, a great man who was finally able to turn the young man into his present figure, himself.
He let out a long sigh, exhaling the cigarette smoke he had long held in his chest, only then did he start talking.
"I'll tell you a story, Pan. So that at least you can understand, and if possible, finally accept all of it. Not the devil, the genie, the apprentice, the demite, the demon and his fearsome comrades, Pan, but us, the Humans are more than anything, terrifying more than anyone could ever imagine..."
And the more he told the story, the more he was surprised by the life story of the young man next to him.
Starting from the bloodline, the young man inherited a unique ability that descended from generation to generation, which is to say, this young man has a story that is almost the same as Kay. It was only the difference when Kay denied it, that Pangky was grazed by his own grandfather from a young age when his grandfather realized that a monstrous talent had appeared to him. He has the ability to see and communicate with supernatural beings and sometimes when the ability is uncontrollable, the little Pangky is even able to cross over to the supernatural realm itself.
Since the ability was awakened, the boy who was 6 years old was soon familiar with various types of fasting and tirakat, which seemed forced by his grandfather blindly. Tilas tread journey to the top of the mystical mountain, tapa kungkum (what about soaking in water), to pati geni (a ritual of fasting without sleep in a dark room without light) is common. Not to mention the endless training of martial and physical sciences adorned his days. As it turns out, hard training accompanied by various tirakat and wejangan it is just a beginning. At the age of 13, his grandfather gave an object shaped like a weapon that he often saw in the images of Krishna puppets. Made of an iron-like object with palms cupped at both ends, it shot into the body as soon as it touched it.
"I didn't even know the name until now, Pan. Grandfather died 3 years after the thing settled in my body without ever wanting to tell me what his name was" he said with a chuckle. For some reason, the figure of the young man was impressed to let out a mockery of fate that seemed to play tricks on many people.
"From the moment it came into my body, my nature changed. Apathetic, indifferent, have no feelings, and difficult, very very angry. For some reason, the desire to compete with others who master similar things developed into an obsession. Good thing I was living with Grandpa and Grandma back then, otherwise, I don't know what my parents would have done with all the trouble I created." she said. But the Typhoon remained silent. He was just waiting for the figure to continue talking. His interaction with this person made him understand a little, how to get the information he wanted. Just let him speak until it is completely finished, otherwise the subject will be able to deviate somewhere.
"And everything got worse when I started learning the science that came with it, the Five Elements Prana. A special skill that turned out to be indeed functioned to complete my blood curse. Giving me protection as well as the ability to become a superhuman, who can't even be hacked or shot! And these clothes, I'm sure you can see them, right? Not many creatures were able to survive when I used it, Pan." he said when suddenly, his body let out a dark red flame, which then formed a shirt like scales that he had previously seen, before the clothes disappeared again, leaving the increasingly stunned Typhoon.
"But the more I learn, the more my nature gets out of control. Arrogant, arrogant, all you want, all the ugly nature of man gathered around me. No different than when Wiro Sableng and Pitung were alive, I wandered everywhere, challenging anyone I heard had magic." he continued when a small smile full of self-regard appeared on his face without being able to bear it. It seems that Jahiliyah's time instilled discomfort for him.
"What is your school, Bang?" sahut Typhoon without being able to hold it, although then a little he regretted.
"Well, even if I'm naughty, my brain is really a windfall from God, Pan. And my school at that time, hahaha, was a haven for smart brats like me. For the great teachers, it does not matter where the students go as long as the results are no less than the minimum standard. The CBSA said, Active Student Learning, which to me, is like allowing students to find a way to learn on their own" he replied with a cold laugh.
Damn it, it's my fault, Typhoon grumbled in my heart.
"It was at this time that I met so many people, Pan. From just a body organ seller like you just met, or those who need human blood to improve their knowledge, he said, or those who can even kill a baby in the womb of his mother for his own sake and many others like it. Not all of them are like that either."
Oh, my God, the body organist, he said... This is the devil!
"His behavior surpasses that of the devil, Pan. It's a pure human being, who indulges in personal passions and ends up falling into the path that the devil offers!" answer Pangky firmly.
"Ah, the man who studied black magic is Bang?"
"There is no such thing as black magic and white science, Pan. You think it's some kind of painting. There are people who study the science to do evil and vice versa." he replied slowly.
"Just like the stuff you're looking for. It's even worse. The maker of the goods, looking for special pearls, then captures and seals the supernatural for his own sake and pleasure. Now tell me, can the demons and demites who are often the ingredients of the curse be more wretched than humans?"
"Eh, you mean, this thing...?"
"Implicit as it is expressed. The creator of the item captures the creature that has the ability to charm and tempt lust, then seals the creature for his pleasure! You want to know why I know? I can even match you with the creature sealed in the pearl right now!"
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The content of the conversation is what makes Typhoon like stranded in front of the mini market, in the corner of the sidewalk that is protected from rain. Typhoon's head was falling apart like a level 5 tornado. The things that Pangky told her made her head stop thinking since this morning. The fact that the cursed pearl ring was actually created, no matter who, really surprised him.
He already thought that it was possible that the item was contaminated with crime. Who would have thought that the ring was deliberately created and unfortunately, for depraved purposes??!
Damn it, the hunt's coming, Kay! I really don't know what to do...
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Afternoon in the author's office.
"Kay, ask for money dong?"
"What are you doing, Ray?"
"Buy author coffee. Poor him, like I haven't had a coffee..."
"Ah, justin Ray. Tar if he wants to make his own, too."
"Aaaaaa, yesterday he forced me to like the same support from the reader, Ray...!"
"Huh? cook anyway?"
"Yes. He continued, if it is not successful, I want to be killed again... Huaaaaaaay!!!"
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