(Missed ) In Nakampe Ivory Village
CHAPTER V
Subsequent to
in the meantime, Bella became ill. His body was hot however, he was shivering like
coldness. Friends who heard stories about Bianca's change to
that terrible figure makes no wonder .. But, what happened
Bella, that's irrefutable evidence. One that I remember Mbah Joglo's message.
"Mother...
Ojo Sampek Iki mambu getih, Dina Iki ear kekingin areke
sane,"
(Three days to
ahead, this child should not smell the blood, if you want to recover ).
Explanation Mbah
Joglo about the change in Bianca is because it smells of blood or
raw meat. The explanation is reasonable because before the incident, when Bella
peeling an apple to give to Bianca, accidentally slashed his finger
knives. The blood that was spilling from his wound was accidentally smelled by Bianca.
For some reason, Bianca becomes aggressive and attacks Bella.
Temporary,
Pedro and the others have not been found.
"Actually,
what has happened in this place ?" ask Yulia.
"If
constantly like this... Our KKN is hampered, threatened to be void even
it could be that we don't graduate" Akhmad continued.
"Then, then,
what else should it be ? If there is no Ikbal and the others, it can be
successful or not ?!" said Joan.
"Actually,
what are we wrong ? Why be stuck in a chaotic situation
here ?" yulia's crying broke out.
"KKN this, please,
Ikbal and his key friends. Without them, we can't do anything,"
said Joan, “What do you think, Cell ? How silent ?”
“Hei !”
The clap
right shoulder, disperse my daydreams, hunt – I turn to Joan and
another, “Ya, What's up ?” my many.
“Awakmu kuwi
dream of opo, to ? Asked to talk about meneng wae,” exclaimed Hudi.
“We've already
stopped in this place for a week. Friends – our friend disappeared somehow
where. 3 people died horribly because of – because Bianca possessed
strange creatures. And, there's been a lot of weird stuff going on while we're here. Quarters
it comes to my mind, we just leave this village without Ikbal and the others,”
I said.
“How are you
can you think so ?” sahut Hudi, “Where is your conscience?”
“Hud,” hatch
Joan, “We've been stirring up this whole village along with the residents
village ... But, Ikbal and the others were not found. Can you see
bianca and Bella ? Look, we've messed around enough with
there are many senseless events. I'm worried about – things happening
the unwanted,”
“You don't
noisier again. We better find a good and safe way out,”.
“We will
divide the task, just hope that this task can be completed in the next few days. I
and Joan, heading south where I met my grandfather in clothes
black, apparently, he knows something. Hudi and Akhmad continued
search to the last point. Hopefully, easy – hopefully they can
found in that place. Yulia keep Bella and Bianca,”
***
That river
long, winding – twist like a giant snake. The current is so calm and
it was clear water, so clear that the bottom of the river was visible.Me and Joan
walk along the banks of the river consisting of rocks as high as people
mature as a barrier of land and river bodies. Standing in line like
giant rows of regional guards which the locals call
the name of Kali Kidul.
It's still morning
when we arrived at this place. Sunlight breaking through slit – slit foliage,
branches and twigs form a line – line beautiful rays, slowly sweeping mist –
the thin fog that had covered the entire place overnight. The warmth of the light,
restore the morning life that had been stopped by the cold of the night.
Asri, calm down
and peace. Kira – thought that was all I could say when I arrived in Kali Kidul.
That kind of natural atmosphere made us feel reluctant to leave
that spot. Moreover, the sound of water gurgling, tempting us to take a shower or
just washing your face, at least you can feel the fresh water of the river
those. I don't know where the source of the spring is or where it boils...
but, the obvious is still clean natural even worth to drink without boiling
in advance. That fragrant, fresh scent is what caused me to get by
it is easy to draw such conclusions.
For me, too
Joan ... walked through this place, as if back in the wild, I loved it, she said,
especially Joan who has a hobby of Hiking.
If it was yesterday
coming to this place, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders and back
my body. but, this time, no, so that we can go down this place.
although a little disturbed because of the terrain that seems less friendly.
After all
long walk, we came to a place called SENDANG. Partial fog
still covering the body of the black-painted building.
“Joan, we
we arrived in Sendang. Do we have to enter that building ?” my many.
Joan's View
sweeping around, only a green meadow with a mountain background
and hills. Sendang is the only one – building standing in place
that's.
“If we
down this river, where will you arrive, yes ?”
“The river
it seems endless, Joan. It will take a long time to find
downstream river. We don't know what's in there because we're not residents
local. It's better if there's a house or a resident we can ask for
caption,” I said.
“You saw
the black-clothed grandpa where ?”
“At the other side
river 10 meters ahead there,”
“Then, then,
we're trying to walk another 10 meters. We both feel incapable of doing
this work,” Joan proposes.
We're back
stepping, until finally in front of us stretched a sufficient field
broad-based. A gate made of stone arrangement – black colored stones stand on
middle – middle. The breeze blows slowly, smelled by our scent
strange fragrance, derived from offerings placed in the middle of the gate.
In this place ....
Back me up
feeling my body heavy, my head dizzy and my eyes twitched – fireflies.
“Cel, you
why ?” joan asked worriedly who saw me standing staggering.
“It appears, I
need a break,” I said while putting my ass in the green grass.
I looked around and stroked my forehead and shoulders, hoping for a home
residents or at least people passing by. As far as the eye can see, it's just grass
and empty land.
“Cel, I don't
you think .. You only get a glimpse of it, but you're desperate to see it
without caring about your circumstances. We haven't found anything so far.
Aren't you wrong ?” ask Joan.
“He was not wrong,”
The heavy voice surprised us, coming from the hoard
trees, 5 meters ahead. An old man dressed in black
with a yellow bamboo stick in hand
his right. Although Joan was called a brave girl, her appearance
the one who arrived – arrived also the appearance of the grandfather, making him back off a few acts while
looking at the pair of glare eyes hidden between the white eyebrows, stared
full search. The grandfather's eyeball was the size of a marble, sharply glittering
"Edan," exclaimed Joan involuntarily, "He appeared
suddenly, though from there nothing was seen. Why there is now
a shack ?" mumbled wailing.
"Bah Buluk is waiting for your arrival,
nduk.." said the old man to me. He turned his eyes towards
Joan, "Bring your friend in before they knock him unconscious
self,"
"How can we trust you, Mbah ?"
ask Joan.
I signaled to Joan to obey Grandpa's words
that old.
"Seriously ?" ask Joan.
I'm nodding. Joan helped me up, pulled and
walk towards the humble hut beratap ijuk/rumbiah it.
"You're skinny, but why are you weighing so much longer
the heavier ... What's wrong with you, Cel ?" ask Joan
laid me down in the bamboo halls.
After I lay down, the grandfather massaged his shoulders, nape, nape,
ubun-ubun and after putting his right index finger on my forehead, I felt
the presence of warm air flowing from the tips of the toes spread to every
the flow of blood vessels and pulse up to the head. At that moment, my body returned
lightweight. Cottonseed. The grandfather who turned out to be named Mbah Buluk sat down
cross-legged while bowing his head, his mouth muttering and ....
***
A dazzling white light, made me have to
closed eyes. When I open my eyelids... Me, Joan and Mbah Buluk already
being in a foreign place.
A burial ground...
There are about – about 73 gravestone stakes there, 3 of them
covered with a dark red cloth located at the very end.
“Where exactly are we, Mbah ? Why invite
we're here ?” my many.
“We are at a two-dimensional gate. The place you guys
see this is the world, where people used to call it THE INVISIBLE WORLD.
Mbah Buluk will take you across the hallway of space and time to answer
all the questions you have in mind, including how one
your friend Bianca can turn wild and violent, every once in a while
pula turned into like a dazed person,” explained Mbah Buluk.
I looked around, besides the three of us
an old woman, hunched down, put both her hands on her back, temporarily,
her gray hair was carried, wearing a red kebaya dress. Woman
I've met it in my dreams.
His pair of white eyeballs looked at me without
expressionless. He turned around, walked towards the tomb, we followed him from
behind while, Mbah Buluk again said, “He was named NYAI SEKAR ABANG.
You can call him Mbah Abang. Be the one all this time
guarding and protecting you. Without him, maybe you wouldn't be able to survive
this second. You often feel your right shoulder and back body heavy, that's
because Mbah Abang prevents the figure of – magical figures of residents of this place to possess you,”
mbah Buluk.
We arrived at the funeral. Just an ordinary tomb,
but, what intrigued us was the 3 Gravestone Patok wrapped with
red cloth. Mbah Buluk started to tell stories ....
***
Long ago
these villagers, living in harmony, were calm and peaceful; always clinging to the
ancestral culture, thus able to counteract the bad influence of culture
outlandish. Every inch of this land, does not escape the thick culture of the ancestors
and considered sacred. Whenever there is a natural disaster, NAKAMPE GADING
formerly named SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN, always avoid the disaster. They
believing, there is an invisible great power that protects it includes
violent eruption of Mount Raung, a few years ago (the first time in 1586. Eruptions
first recorded as a great eruption, resulting in the region
around it is damaged and takes lives. In 2010, the mountain
Raung erupted in October 2012, then June 2015 and January 2021).
Till...
During the Japanese occupation (1942 – 1945 ).
The village became a shelter for refugees from the clear city
have a different cultural culture. Indeed, not all of the city's culture is bad, it will be
but, slowly but surely, it undermines the harmony that has existed for a long time.
Plus the inclusion of Japanese culture. All of this is contrary to culture
SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN village.
A lot
the girls in this village were treated inhumanely, they were taken to the city
to be made Jugun Ianfu (PSK ), so they have to bear the shame
his entire life. For those who are lucky, they will be the
appreciated and respected in the country of the rising Sun. However, for
the unlucky and determined return to the hometown, the consequence, DEAD.
Brutality
and the cruelty of DAI NIPPON, making what has been believed, firmly held
by the villagers, you could say vanished. Every piece of land that
sacred, became a puddle of tears, blood and sweat of these inhabitants.
Where – where the disease outbreak spread and make some of the population
move to a safer place.
Di
a new place, the village elders agreed to do TAPA BRATA, YOGA
SAMADHIS. Perform self-purification, contemplation and fasting to restore
peace Village. Unfortunately, differences of understanding, as well as mental and psychological burden
which is spread by DAI NIPPON, making
the elders often disagree. Mbah Joglo and Mbah Buluk are
the elder who always clung to the ancestral culture, but, Mbah Jauhari
trying to implement a new culture that he believed came from SANG MAHA
CREATOR. This is what many fear, because, all this time
disagreements rarely even occur.
Mbah
Jauhari stated, to restore the tranquility and peace of the village is necessary
the tumbal. The tumbals were taken from the flesh and blood of the settlers,
especially young girls. After he is sacrificed, the inhabitants must eat
flesh and drink of its blood, to be buried in sacred ground. At
north of the village. Girls who are victims of abuse
sexual DAI NIPPON and pregnant elder are also sacrificed to clean up the disgrace
it has plagued the village during the Japanese colonial period. His body, buried in
west, BAJANG VILLAGE.
I don't know
coincidentally or not, Mbah Jauhari's advice paid off. Several months
after the ritual was performed, the Eastern sky appeared to be a ball
sizeable giant, accompanied by clumps of – cloud clumps resembling wedhus
the padlock soars high into the air. News that 2 the heart of the Sun city
hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed by American soldiers
the casualties were more than 140,000, crippling Japan in all areas.
Mbah
Jauhari is considered a great contribution to the population, then, to respect and
avenging his services made a giant statue of a creature
terrible and placed in the room of a building called SENDANG.
Meanwhile, the seventy tombs are the funerals of the girls who were made
a funeral for a stranger intentionally or unintentionally
he came and died in this village.
MUSHROOMS,
actually is a pool to bathe the corpse that is used as a repulsion
balak during the Japanese occupation.and on – days certain days made
a gathering place for residents to perform the TAPA BRATA ritual, YOGA
SAMADHIS. When the ritual was held, there must have been someone who was grounded. His blood
drunk and meat eaten together – equals. Since the ritual, the VILLAGE
SINUHUN PANGAYOMAN was renamed NAKAMPE GADING.
Mbah
Buluk and Mbah Joglo are 2 of the many elders who are left out and
always uphold the culture of Sinuhun Pangayoman Village. They're trying
restore cultural cultures that have existed for thousands of years and try
to reveal the identity of Mbah Jauhari and on the basis of what makes it
doing – horrible things in this village.
3 Patches
The tombstone is covered in a red cloth, signifying that, the person who is in the
the tomb was a migrant who died in less than 40 days. In the tomb
that, buried the bodies of Pedro, Parto and Ikbal.
Seriate
Sixth Round
(Thursday, Jan 19
2023 )
