(Missed ) In Nakampe Ivory Village

CHAPTER VII

 “Sring .... Ssrriengg....

Sssrrriinnnggg..”.

That voice

heard from the backyard, my ears were like sharp objects

piercing the eardrum, making my nape as if caressed – caress something

cold and strange. Gooseflesh. The sound was disturbing, but it is still

dawn. Indeed, today Joan and I are planning to head to SACRED TOMB,

but, it's too early to leave and I need a break to

I'll put my energy back in a few hours.

Lazily

I got up, got off the bed and walked – tiers heading to

backyard.

“Ssssrrrriiiinnnggg

.....”

The sound is getting

long, the more sound tight, especially when the legs – feet is stopped in front

the bamboo door opened slightly. I pushed that door. Fire point on axis

oil lamps that occasionally expand in the wind plus the light of the lamp

the oil was not far from the well, enough for me to see the atmosphere in the courtyard

backside.

Not far from

well, there's a wooden table. On it a lot of knives – blades with

various shapes and sizes. His knife eyes looked sharp glittering – lightning

and Joan sat on one side of the table honing a long knife

like machetes. Even though the blade already looks sharp glittering – lightning, Joan

still keep sharpening it. He didn't seem to hear me coming. But ....

“Why are you

wake up, Cel ? We leave after adzan... still a few hours away,” says.

Joan, he's still sharpening.

 “You alone, what will you do with

knife – the knife?” my many.

“Partificial

this villager to Bianca and friends – friends ... how cruel,” said Joan

while his pair of eyes still observed the machete eyes that made him look

it's gruesome.

“Joan, no

kinds – kinds. We are just guests,” I said, “Istighfar, Jo ... Istighfar.

Don't let your heart be burned by feelings of resentment,”

“Ighfar, ,

you said ?!” joan said in a high tone, while the machete he held

swiped to one side of the table. Blade stick in once, it's right –

true looking furious, “How about them it is ? Don't you know for yourself, though,

what happened in that place called Sendang. What if Bianca's fate was

overwrite friends – other friends ? Do we think of Istighfar, ha

?! No. gabe. They must also feel what Bianca and the others are feeling

? ik?And, this knife – blade is what will ask for justice for Bianca and the

other,”

“But ...

should we do the desperate ?” my many.

“If

if they don't find trouble with us first, I don't

will desperate. But, they've been looking for things with us, should we

just keep quiet ?! No, I have to demand liability coverage on them.

The debt of life is paid by life" Joan said, pulling out her machete.

Subsequently

he looked at me with a cold look, "I did this for the sake of

safety of us all. I don't want you to become a savagery of people either

this damned village. Well, if you come with me, I'm off to the Sacred Tomb,

go back to sleep. I still have to sharpen a few more knives" he said.

"I

won't let you go to the Holy Sepulchre if your heart is still

overwhelmed by resentment," I argue.

"Coward

! Even if you prevent me, I will still go !" snapped Joan while

grabbing the knives laid out on the table and putting them in the bag

special and about to step out of the backyard, but I

head off.

"Wait, wait,

Jo..."

Joan

stopping his steps, he looked at me intently, "Side, you, you,

Cel..."

"Joe... I

don't want to argue or let us all get hurt. But, please use

your common sense,"

That commotion

waking up the friends, they all stood in the doorway while staring

our.

"If you

go and fuck .... Who's gonna protect and look after us, Joan ?"

Yulia walked over, "Among us, you are the most

experienced in dealing with precarious situations, as it is today. Our

need you, Jo,"

"capabilities

Taekwondo - you are already famous all over the world... We all know that. But, we

.... Not knowing about taekwondo, pencak silat or the like,"

connect Bella with a trembling voice. He was still weak, his face pale as paper.

The wounds from Bianca almost took his life.

"Semically

you're leaving now... If anything happens to you, what will be our fate

like a sheep surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves ? What not

maybe if they make our meat a side dish ?" spliced

Akhmad.

Outlooks

battered from friends, seemingly breaking Joan's hardness of heart, she fell silent

thousand languages.

"Sorry, though,

guys... Makes you guys worry. Bianca I've taken it like a sister myself,

not to accept what happened to him also Pedro, Parto and Ikbal. They're all

like a family, but, must suffer fate. Why are good people always

hit by a disaster ?!" joan said with a trembling voice. In my heart

grateful, friends can soften his heart that burned with revenge. I knew

exactly, if he's desperate, he'll be doomed... Especially all of us.

***

"They

severely injured, critically or dead when the accident occurred,

considered a bearer of doom or misfortune by the villagers. Temporarily, which

suffered minor injuries, considered to be a human who escaped Death.

That is usually used as a collision for Angkara Murka. Ceremony or ritual

TAPA BRATA, YOGA SAMADHI in this village is different from other villages. The ritual is sure

knock someone. Whether it's the newcomers, young girls or pregnant women.

Done when full night comes. Because of the young girls, pregnant women and the

the migrants are no longer there, so, the ones made into a collision are livestock.

Mbah Buluk is worried, they treat you very well and are friendly

it could be that later you will be made into a collision like the one that happened

those friends of yours,"

Explanation Mbah

It made us want to leave the village immediately, but before

that's... We have to make sure that what Mbah Buluk said is true.

If true, then we will bring along the ashes of Pedro, Parto and Ikbal.

SACRED TOMB, SACRED,

located to the north of the village. In addition to the green grass growing spread in

along the road, right-left lined with giant palanquin trees.

Its height even reached over 80 meters. The shape is weird too. Passage

the belly of the tree until the root of its support is like being split into several

section. Some of its roots grow irregular, circular and protruding into the

in ground...  It looks like a giant snake

he hid part of his body into the ground.

Tree shape

what was strange and seemed to spread a strange air that made me and Joan seem to be

in another world. No wonder the people call the Northern region is

the most sacred location among other locations. Especially up ahead, there,

the streets were still covered by the thick fog hovering in the air carrying

remnants of the cold night air and enveloped the Ivory Nakampe and

surrounding. Armed with a flashlight in hand, we walked through the green grassy streets

that's.

We stopped

kali painted blood red. 2 yellow janur tied to the right and left side of the archway

that's. Some trays contain seven-colored flowers, a cup of thick-colored coffee

pitch black, some traditional foods, fruits and bars

incense is placed on the left side of the archway. A thin white smoke mixed with mist

spread to various corners of the wind, spreading a strange aroma, tickling

the nasal cavity makes my hair goosebumps.

"Don't

once you enter the North of this village, there is nothing there

besides tombs. We named the area the Holy Sepulchre, only the village elders

this is what's allowed in,"

Speech Sir

The sujar suddenly rang in my ear, making me hesitate for a moment.

I diverted

my gaze around. The road is just green grass, though,

like tapestry. Up ahead was still shrouded in thick fog, as if

hiding something that no one should know. Until one

the clap on my right shoulder jolted me.

"Hey, what

the one you're daydreaming about. I've been calling you since but, you don't seem to be

overheard him. We have reached the entrance of the Sacred Tomb. Why suddenly

you're hesitating, Cel ? How ? Continued or not ?" ask

Joan.

"We

it has arrived at this place, can not break up in the middle of the road," I said.

We're back

stepping up, the road we went through more and more uphill. Whatever

it happens, that's the risk we have to take to save our friends.

On the spot

these....

There's none

houses, palanquin trees are no longer replaced with trees

Cambodia. Since entering the entrance, my back body started to feel hot

and heavy. I try to ignore it. In such circumstances, travel

it feels long and long.

I sighed

a long breath of time, 5 meters ahead, seemed mounds of earth with

the tombstones are made of marble.3 of them are wrapped in cloth

red, smaller in size, similar to a baby's grave compared to

the other seventy. My heart was full of seeing it.

"Nothing

time to grieve, Cel.." comfort Joan, "Come, do our job, please,

don't waste any more time" he continued, looking back and forth,

make sure that there's no one else in the place, "Dig, take it and

get the hell out of here" he lowered his backpack and pulled out

some soil diggers. Deftly he began to dig out the meal, and,

helped him too.

"Ooeekkkkmr...

Oooeeek.... Ooooeeeekkk...."

That voice

it sounded echoing, as if it filled the Sacred Tomb and its surroundings, I

stopped my work but, Joan signaled that I should ignore

that voice.

"Ooeekkkkmr...

Oooeeek.... Ooooeeeekkk...."

The sound is getting

it was getting louder, sounding close but far away... Far but close, break

my concentration. Joan looked at me deeply and said, "Use your logic,

Cel... In the middle of this tomb there is no house of a single unit resident, could it be

is there a baby here ? Don't let you get affected,"

However, the voice

the baby's cry was heard even louder and on the sidelines the voice was heard

sounds like a tiger's growl. The grunts rang out right behind us, stopping the sound of crying.

After the sound of the baby disappeared, the sound of the tiger disappeared as well

those.

Well me and

Joan choked, we tried to ignore her until we felt our equipment

touch something. An urn covered in a brownish white cloth. We're soon

open it and ...

That urn

save an ash and some skeletal remains.

"We

already found it," said Joan overjoyed, "Don't reach the people

know that this tomb was demolished. We need to get it straight,"

Our job

it stopped again when it heard the sound of the tiger growling again. I'm the one who didn't

could resist curiosity, hurriedly turning around. And....

"Ha....

Ha.... Ha... Tiger Beetle," I said stammeringly, my knees drowning for a moment

and fall down.

"greater

once. Where did it come from ?!" joan was no less surprised.

"get finished

our history" I said in despair.

Tiger

the black-colored man stood up while looking sharply at us, his mouth

grinning, revealing his white and pointed fangs. We didn't

can do nothing just be alert prepared to face all the possibilities that

there was more as he walked closer.

Joan pulled me

to his back, put horses to defend himself if the tiger

attacked suddenly.

Beyond a doubt,

when the animal was near us, it sniffed the jars that were covered by

the shrouds are one by one. He trampled the ground where the 3 jars were

buried with his feet.

Wonder, tomb

what we dug out suddenly returned to the origin, just like the time before we dug.

The beetle tiger sat down while its pair of eyes stared towards the urn and

slowly his head lifted, stopping at our backpacks. I grabbed

the jars and put them in the bag. After the jars

neatly tucked away, the beetle tiger stood up. Once near us, he

humbling body. His movements seemed to signal us to go up to

his back. Our entire life, we have always kept our distance to the beasts

especially the four-legged animals. That is why our bodies tremble without any cravings

when there are four-legged animals erode the distance with us. We're terrified.

That tiger

growling loudly, as if he did not want us to refuse. Unable

imagine how we felt at that time. We don't sound like that either

the tiger, all that was heard was a normal heart rate and breath

hunt down. Silence gripped that's what happened.

However,

the silence was broken by sounds echoing from a distance... The sound of baby crying

heard again. This time his voice was like a howl of pain and a pair of gazes

the beetle tiger's eyes this time were sharper towards us... It returned

growling as from afar seemed strange black dots approaching. That tiger

seemed very restless, seeing our doubts while the form of black dots

it's getting more and more clearly visible. We need to get out of here.

"What can

make, Jo... Let's just ride the tiger's back instead of adding to the problem

more complicated," I said.

Joan nodded

agreed, we immediately went up to the back of the beetle tiger with various

all sorts of feelings mixed together into one, especially when the tiger stood up.

Loud roar

echoing, I felt the tiger's neck, unintentionally holding my fingers

something, like a rope or necklace... I clutched him tightly when the tiger

it jumped up and ran away leaving the Sacred Tomb. Joan hugged me tight

anyway and we saw the trees on the left-right as if chasing each other, so

fast enough to resemble a beam of light. Our eyes were closed, unable to

looking around. When our eyes opened, we were already around the house

where we live. There are many people coming in and from within

there was a noise.

Seriate

Eighth Round

(Thursday, Jan 25

2023 )