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Dreamtime

Bu Dewi chose to spend the night in Bima's room. For hours he sat on the floor, resting his back on the edge of the bed while holding a small frame.

There are photos of their families before Mr. Yanto chose to use the pesugihan. Although in the photo their clothes are still shabby and tattered, but their smiles are sincere and affectionate with each other.

"Mom miss you, son."

Bu Dewi stroked Bima's face in a photo that was only thirteen years old at the time. As a mother, her heart was now filled with the wounds of regret.

"Sorry Mama, honey. If you had been able to be patient in poverty, and did not agree to your Papa's proposal to use the benefits, surely all these bad things would never have happened."

In fact, it is not that they have never tried to get out of this vortex of shirk. Bu Dewi and her five children once desperately ran away from home after they gave Pak Yanto sleeping pills. They even visited several times outside the island to abroad, but the results were always the same.

No matter where and how far they went, every time they slept and woke up the next morning, they were suddenly in the house again. Miraculously, they were already in their rooms.

Mr. Yanto and his family have already entered into this vicious circle, and can not go out again.

"Mama still can't believe you left us, baby. Mama also did not expect Papa who used to always love his children, now could topple you just for the sake of property."

Miss Goddess sobbing. Still fresh in the memory when they can still laugh happily, even though eating rice is only covered with salt with a little plus drops of oil.

But now, all the sweet memories are only memories, which may have been long lost or even accidentally removed from the heart of Mr. Yanto. Until like he had no conscience, he had to sacrifice Bima who used to be his favorite and proud child.

"Mama and the sisters will always love Bima," he said full of haru and peeped a photo of Bima coated with glass.

Bu Dewi then put a blanket on Sari who had already slept on Bima's bed. I don't know how big the trauma that is now in the experience of this little princess.

Just imagine, this small child watched with his own eyes, His beloved brother had been sacrificed by the father to become a sacrificial victim. He can't imagine Sari growing up with these bad memories for the rest of her life.

Lady Dewi lay on the bed hugging her beautiful youngest child. He held the brown-framed photo tightly. One hope, Miss Dewi, may all this be just a nightmare. And when tomorrow morning opened his eyes, Bima was back in his lap.

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Pak Yanto observed a palace glittering with astonishment. The palace made of pure gold was his. The fruit of his pesugih all this time.

He sat on a large throne studded with diamonds. There are hundreds of delicious foods on the right and left side. The towering golden mounds seemed to confirm that he was the ruler of this world.

Mr. Yanto was tasting a delicious and sweet wine when the magnificent palace began to shake. The huge dome that became the roof of the building suddenly cracked. Shocks such as earthquakes are getting stronger and make the poles collapse.

His greedy self, as if unwilling to leave that glittering throne. But the ruins of the palace building that almost fell on him, making Mr. Yanto had no choice but to run to save himself.

He arrived outside the building just as the palace had collapsed to the ground. The originally magnificent building was now destroyed and became worthless rubble.

Suddenly from the middle of the ruins, visible licks of fire that quickly soared high into space. From behind the blaze of the red whiz, appeared dozens of people with a terrible face. There were hollow eyes, a crooked nose, a wide mouth up to the ears, and a face that melted to the ground.

Pak Yanto was running fast because the freaks were chasing him. Some people with scary faces started to pick up the remains of the palace ruins. Accompanied by an angry shout, they threw it at Mr. Yanto, making the man stagger and fall to the ground.

"You deserve more than this, Yanto," one of them chanted.

A little boy with a charred and blistered body stuck out his hand, preparing to strangle Mr. Yanto. "Don't bother my Mom and Dad" he sighed furiously as he glared until the eyeball was about to pop out of place.

Mr. Yanto still felt confused and did not recognize who these people with horrible faces were, until a young man with a body full of wounds came.

"Male?"

Pak Yanto's eyes widened in shock, he then realized. So it turns out they are the humans he once made the sacrifice.

Pak Yanto barely recognized his own son because of the skin of Bima's face that had been peeled and full of scratches. Bima carried a large torch with a fiery red flame.

"Papa deserves to die! Papa must die!" he said while laughing out loud to see the frightened Mr. Yanto.

"PUNCTURE YOU IN HELL" cried the men at the same time.

"Jangaaaan. Toloooong."

Mr. Yanto crossed his hands in front of his face as the men again threw stones at him. But strangely, the stone is not like a stone in general. The large stone felt very hot like fire when it touched the skin of Mr. Yanto.

"Tidaaaaak .. nooooo."

Mr. Yanto woke up from his sleep with a gasping breath. He drank a glass of water on the nightstand in a hurry and tremble. Making some water spill, wet his clothes that had been flooded with sweat first.

"This can't be allowed. I have to do something. If they keep coming to terrorize me like this, I can go crazy for a long time."

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Early in the morning Mr. Yanto had gone from home riding his favorite Pajero Sport which is metallic black. He drove the expensive vehicle at high speed. His heart was still riled up because of his dream last night. I hope the people he wants to meet can solve this problem.

Mr. Yanto took the road that was not easy. It passes through rice fields, steep climbs, cobbled streets and muddies. After three hours managed to conquer the terrain that is not easy, Mr. Yanto stopped at the edge of the forest. The situation there was very quiet, there was only one house among the hundreds of large trees.

Mr. Yanto parked his car and headed for the log house. There hasn't been much change since the last time the pot-bellied man came here. The house still looks a little rickety, shabby and away from the residential area.

Kreeekk.

Mr. Yanto opened the unlocked fragile wooden door, giving rise to a creaking sound. The pungent smell of incense instantly smelled as he entered the house.

"How are you, Yanto?" greet an old man sitting on a rattan bed. His face was already wrinkled and had a long white beard dangling down to his chest.

"Greetings, Ki Joko."

Mr. Yanto clenched both palms, saluting the man.

Ki Joko observed the gloomy face of Pak Yanto. "What's the problem again? Not after you subvert your own child, at the same time you immediately get ten times more wealth than usual?"

Pak Yanto looked at Ki Joko in amazement. For years he had not communicated with the old man, but it turns out Ki Joko can still find out about him.

"Evenings for the first time the people I've ever slammed started coming to my dream, Ki. Their faces are so scary. They all even wanted to kill me" he explained in an agitated tone.

"Actually when there is a human that you make a collision, maybe the body will die and be buried. But not with their imprisoned souls. Beings that give you riches, will instantly take souls from those people to serve as slaves in nature. They come at you with a broken face because the victims continue to be tortured endlessly like in hell."

Pak Yanto was stunned. He had been serving a long time, but only now did he know this reality.

"So what should I do? Please help me, Ki. I can't afford to be constantly terrorized like this."

Ki Joko was silent for a moment while stroking his dense beard.

"There's one way to stop this. You must immediately subvert the fetus if you want to quickly be free from their disorders."

Mr. Yanto nodded in understanding. "Well, now I understand. Thank you for the help, Ki," said Mr. Yanto, greeting the hand of the man wearing the black headband. "Here I bring a little souvenir for Ki Joko."

Mr. Yanto took out a small wooden box from his jacket pocket. He gave it to Ki Joko who opened it.

"Black pearls." Ki Joko took out the round object from inside the box and started looking at it with shining eyes. "You remember my favorite stuff."

Mr. Yanto then smiled happily because Ki Joko was willing to accept his gift.

"Then please excuse me, Ki."

The middle-aged man clenched his hands together again and slightly lowered his head to Ki Joko. Within five minutes, Mr. Yanto was back in his car.

He gripped the steering wheel while looking towards Ki Joko's house. Recall the advice given by the shaman who has helped him a lot.

"Where can I find the fetus?" Mr. Yanto tapped on the steering wheel while busy thinking.

"Ah, or I tell the Goddess to stop using contraception. And when she's pregnant soon I'll crush her fetus, so that she can be free from the terror of those people."

Mr. Yanto grinned and then laughed wickedly. He was happy because he finally managed to find a way out of his problems.

Seriate

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