Virgin Tumbar
Incursions

Hwa held Nilam's body pulled by someone with all her might, shouting to drive out anyone who did.

At the same time a light flame appeared from a distance, coinciding with the release of Patchouli from the grip. Hwa clutched the frightened Nilam while waiting for the light to come closer.

“Quiet ... You are okay,” Hwa said repeatedly.

***

The old man who was cooped up in the dark around the lush tree had looked helpless. He felt unable to control the girl, his body bent to support his hands on the ground.

A shadow quickly appeared before him. “Only that's your ability? Hahaha, just accept the consequences!” The shadow left regardless of the pain and heat moans of the old man sitting between the huge roots.

From the owner of the body that could disappear and appear suddenly it came out full of anger. The expression regretted wearing the old man whom he thought to be incompetent. At first he hoped that the magical abilities possessed by the helpless man could attract the souls of the victims as easily as before.

This time he chose to use his own method. As long as the mark is not lost, the target will still not be able to escape.

His laughter split the forest. The nocturnal beasts that were still awake let out a surprised cry and the birds spontaneously flew away.

***

This second night at Babe's house held a prayer together, and the Qur'an khatam along with the twenty children of Hafiz Qur'an boarding school belonging to Kyai Hamid, his teacher Hanif. Especially intended for the safety of Hanif's trip and friends.

The idea began with Babe and his wife's worries when the departure of his son drove Nilam to the village. Nilam's condition, which is still affected by invisible creatures, makes Babe immediately contact Kyai Hamid, asking for help to be present leading the prayer. Hoping that the wish they had climbed together would come true, Hanif and his friends would return home safely.

***

In a plank house a long-haired woman curled up on the floor. He's been sobbing there from last night until this morning. His wet eyes looked blurry at the two fat bags in front of him. There is no light there, the mind is fighting against regret and ambition.

Fail. You're the one who's gonna die!

Remembering the old man's words filled his head, a threat that he would not immediately help hand over the victim.

The echo of the voice had weakened in his ears, unlike yesterday. Maybe this is because he can bring Nilam back to this village.

Or ... could it be because Nilam is already …?

The saint did not dare to continue his estimation. Now what he has got is not worth the kindness of his friend.

His eyes looked back at the two bags full of his.

“Ni .. sorry I ...”

Holy tears have not stopped flowing, happiness that since childhood was difficult to achieve and.

He had never felt genuine concern since childhood, except from Nilam and Mak Lumpit. Now, the best friend he had was sacrificed. The eyes of this woman were closed, feeling as the most evil man on earth.

The rough, dry hand reached for the shabby backpack he had brought into the city. He reached into it, a black stone inscribed with the name Ki Arya Royal. That's what makes Nilam know he's part of it all.

Sacred squeezing the thing, his teeth were clapping in a deep sense of annoyance. Cursed himself and his meeting with the two old men.

He regretted throwing the stone at him.

”Aww!” The saint was shocked to hear the voices of others in his house.

The woman was widened, unable to believe what was seen before her eyes.

 “Ni-Nilam?” Voice restrained. The stone he threw just now hit the little arm of the girl in front of the door of his room. The girl looked disheveled, her eyes puffy and her face pale.

The saint immediately stood up. He immediately wanted to touch and hug Nilam, but pushed aside the girl with a flat romance.

Nilam's face was stiff, the look on his eyes lit up. “Not expecting you to, yes, Ci.” He gripped

the friend's arm. “You purposely brought Mak's name so I can come here, right?! Now Bang Hanif is the same Juju disappeared. It's all because of you!” In between his words, Nilam's tears flowed.

 “Lost?! Ni, ak-“

 “You have to take responsibility, where are Juju and Bang Hanif?!” nilam's ketus shook his body. Saints can only gape.

 “Iya, where are they?” Add the newly emerged Hwa behind Nilam. He had quietly followed, this girl left before eating the breakfast that Mak prepared.

He and Hwa survive the kidnapping, as Supri and her friend pass by.  The young men came home from the district. They knew there was a car breaking down in the middle of the road and nobody was around.

Arriving Nilam at home, it turns out that Mak is healthy without lacking anything, Nilam is grateful. Only overnight he was unable to sleep, despite his fatigue. Time is filled to pray for safety for Hanif and Juju whose condition is not yet known. He could not imagine that his two friends would disappear forever.

Supri and friends help them report the loss to other residents. All will help with the search starting this morning.

This girl held back the great disappointment over the Sacred lie regarding Mak. The trap of his friend made two people closest to him become victims.

“I can hurt you, Ci, but not my friends. They're not wrong,” Sergey Nilam.

Sacred shakes. “No, Ni. I only know from the whisper of the man. He said he wanted to attack, Mom. The rest I don't-“

“Who's foot?” Hwa stepped forward.

Suci was hesitant to tell a story, before opening his mouth he looked at Nilam for a moment. No denying there was a sense of airiness in his heart seeing Nilam was fine. Even if he knew, the girl's life would still be threatened.

It's about two men who've been deepening their body-busting science. But Suci did not know anyone, because he was found only at night. As a result of the promise to help them, he got

directions through whispers. Only Ki Arya's name is known, but Suci also can not be sure, because it does not know directly.

Nilam could not believe what he heard. His eyes were round, not expecting his little friend

I have such a terrible secret. Involved looking for a tumbar! Nilam shuddered in horror.

“Follow me!” invite the Saints to hurry out.

He does not care anymore, Nilam must know all and now when his help is needed, although the possibility is small.

Before following the woman, Nilam and Hwa were of the view, between having to believe or not in Saints.

Holy hair that tangled masai moved exposed to the wind, while running towards the lake. As soon as he arrived, he swept a glance around, as if looking for someone there.

“We are looking for Hanif and Juju. Why come here? Their disappearance in the forest,” Hwa explained in confusion seeing Saints restless not finding anyone.

“The person who told me it's commonplace here,” replied Saints back running will enter the forest. As Nilam was about to follow, Hwa held his hand.

“Let it go, he looks weird. It could be a trap again,” cetus Hwa made Nilam refrain.

Both decided to return home. Nilam continued to hope that the citizens who were looking for Hanif and Juju soon brought good news.

***

The saint continued to run towards the forest, someone he was looking for had yet to be found. He was once taken to this forest at the full moon.

The old man must be around, he thought.

His small eyes were sweeping around. A black shadow darted, circling his body several times only to stop. The black-clothed man with a whisker and a thin beard stood behind him.

 “You suck too! You guys are the same!!” the heavy sound. Saints just stared at his back with narrowed eyes.

“Where are Nilam's friends?!” This evil man who was Sacred knew to be the root of this incident.

“Hahaha. What's your business? You just give up one life and all is well!” The man's look

sharp glittered towards the wilderness. “You won't be able to enjoy everything, before your friend disappears. Remember that!!”

Newly Holy opened his mouth, in one round the wind the man darted away and disappeared.

The saint stood in his place. His feelings were raging, full of pressure and a deep sense of regret. How binding a promise with the half-demon man had brought him life in shackles. Guilt and displeasure are always in pursuit.

Tears flowed then increasingly swift and stifling the chest. Holy Breath stinged in sobs.

The earth he was on seemed to drift, the trees around as if spinning rapidly around his body, making the young woman dizzy and limp.

Sacred sat down, her tears soaked the ground and the dried leaves that she squeezed were full of anger.

Back imagined sin he had done, clearly drawn, even though his eyes closed. Screenlike

great movie that made him see clearly his own deeds.

“Come, sweet. Here.” The old man could suddenly be present and carry his body moved in the dark. The stiff and rough fingers pulled his body to sit on his lap.

As in the influence that could not escape he was so obedient. The hand held him from behind.

His hoarse voice was weak, very close. The short fur of his whiskers stuck to the woman's ears.

“You will get everything you want ...”

The man's hand grabbed the mirror with the old brown wood. Soon the young woman looked at her reflection. He had felt strange, how in dark conditions could see clearly himself. But it was soon dismissed.

He enjoyed that beautiful face. The black spots that made his face age had disappeared, changing into smooth, glowing white skin. The wrinkle under those sunken eyes also looked tight with his eyes shining.

The saint crept slowly over every part of his face. A smile is content to get what he wants.

 “Yang in the crate was also for you ..” Back the old man whispered with his mouth slightly touching the cheek of the unsatisfied woman.

 “What is it?” I asked without turning my face away from the glass.

 “Look at.” Given the word of some kind of riddle, Saints immediately switched eyes. A wooden box lay

in front of him, a faint look as there was light from its contents penetrating out. He had not realized that thing since.

The saint descended from the lap of the old man. After opening the coffin his eyes rounded with a perfectly gaping mouth.

What appeared before his eyes tantalized the lusts of his world. He long ago wished to be happy. Treasure and beauty, in his shadow all of them must be happy.

He restrains the exasperation by cupping his own mouth, for soon he will have everything. His heart jumped countlessly.

However, it halted for a moment, as the old man docked back into his body from behind. “Free, you must agree to the terms ...”

The gaping saint after the conditions given was really heavy. However, because he was inedible to persuade the old man, he nodded slowly. The procession of the binding of the treaty now bound him.

The tears of this woman now lament the ensnaring lust. He fell on the ground, his cheeks clinging to grass and dry leaves, his nails clawing at everything touched by the fingers. Anger and regret are late.

Not the happiness he got, he felt he had become the dirtiest and most useless man living on earth.

By late afternoon, the woman stepped back home. He can't do anything to undo it all. Nilam, his little friend has been signed ….

Arriving in front of his mother's humble home, someone very familiar has been waiting. His gaze was still the same, sharp and stiff. Sacred Heart is sliced, it will completely lose love as a result of all this.

“Bang Hanif and Juju haven't been found. Where are they?!” Nilam pulled the Holy arm that was walking as if a living puppet, passing through it wordlessly.

 “Suci?!”

“Do not call me by that name!!” Sacred returned the gaze of her friend was sharp. His eyes are wet. “I don't deserve it, Ni. Not worth ...” His lips trembled even though he was biting hard. The blood coming out of his lips flowed, unheeded.

“I was destroyed, not worth living again,” as soon as I entered, while stepping into the room. Nilam is glued in

standing, his hands holding on to the door.

Holy out of the room, two handbags made of cloth he dragged in front of Nilam. Spilled all of it

to floor.

Nilam's mouth was gaping wide, appearing golden and the jewels were flaming yellow. His forehead is wrinkled

 trying to scan the truth of his vision.

 “I don't want any of this, Ni. Don't wanna! I want to be happy ... that's it!” the Holy Roar fell back on the floor. “Why is my life not fair, why is this?!” The young woman said to herself as she tugged at her long, tangled hair. He groaned incessantly, expressing his deepest regret at Nilam.

 “Ci?” Nilam squatted touching his shoulder slowly. Sacred kept crying, she grabbed her hair. Nilam was silent, taking a deep breath thinking about the word he was about to say.

 “Your regret is unimportant, Ci. I just want my friends back,” said Nilam flat, trying to resist pity. He was afraid this was just his friend's wits again.

“I try to understand you who changed a long time ago, think we are still the same, hope you are still

someone I used to know. In fact, things have changed, I don't understand your thoughts, Ci. You want me dead because of that treasure?”

Nilam sat beside him. Look at that simple house. In the past, he played together quite often in this space.

“I'm devastated, Ni .. your husband made me this ...” Nilam quickly looked away, looked at Holy

intently. The tall woman continued to talk while cupping her face.

Flowing story about the old saint, who Nilam never knew.

 “They died in this hand ...” The saint opened two palms in front of his chest. “Sa-when the 'demon' was back to hook me ...”

Nilam could not believe what he was hearing, his eyes were round in tears. There were no words he could say for what had happened to his friend.

“Uncle?”

Suci recounted that the man Nilam used to call uncle was not his biological father. Bodily man

tambun married his mother, while still living in another village. He was the son of an obscure seed.

After the Saints got bigger, the man had the heart to ruin his life. The mother who did not accept, caused quarrels and violence to become commonplace in the eyes of the little Saint. Until the time of adolescence and forbidden to continue to school, Suci began to think to fight.

On that last night, the man and the woman who gave birth to him accidentally fell victim to a demon that exploded inside him. A secret that no citizen knew and suspected of.

Nilam sobbed, his friend's hand he held tightly. The rough palm of Holy belonged wet in sweat.

 “Sorry, I don't know ...” Nilam's voice faltered.

Suci did not answer his weak hand did not return Nilam's hand. He felt unworthy again,

his mistake is unforgivable. He continued, if all of that initially fell into the seduction of the old man who was also interested in his body.

A moment later, Nilam's nose caught the smell of something burning. From behind, the fire started

gobble up walls, up to the roof. Once caught a black shadow darted, then disappeared through out.

“Astaghfirullah! Fire?!” Nilam.

The saint looked in the same direction. Nilam was confused. Sacred pulled his arm running out.

The wooden house was soon exhausted, although residents came to try to extinguish it.

Sacred closed his eyes, letting go all charred in the blink of an eye. The woman continued to run while unraveling

tears, towards the murky watery lake, without a chance to stop Nilam.

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