ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

You're Part of this Family

..."Usually the news is much more powerful than the real truth"...

Friday Night Kliwon. Heavy rain again flushed Pangangan Village when midnight arrived. A black wisp of smoke was floating in the sky, below him, in the dimness of the low-power bulb lights that were on the roadside, he said, someone dressed in all black seemed to be trying hard to dig the ground in the center of the fork in the road not far from the north market door.

A black chicken was thrown into a pit about a meter deep, then immediately backfilled. Some medium-sized stones were taken from the roadside and placed on top of it.

There will be no traces of excavation, other than because the rocks are a natural thing, the new soil pile was soon back flat because the rain water had removed traces of excavation marks.

The figure immediately left the location. Stepping wide without looking back, as instructed by Mbah Taryo.

The graves of these black chickens are at three main road junctions of the village. Start from the most distant part of the village gate. After you have finished burying, leave, just keep looking no more.

Mr. Gonden's the one who got the task to bury the chickens, at the behest of Bu Lurah, because he was the only one who could be invited to compromise. Bu Lurah was only following the orders of Mbah Dukun. He did not care what way the two prospective tenants of the land would go, the important thing was that his desire could be achieved.

After the death of Mr. Gonden, from the place of burying the chicken came out black smoke. It was originally only thin, but the longer it got more and more thick, soaring into space, fusing with another plume of black smoke that was already waiting.

The smoke swirled around and continued to spin very quickly, from the shape of the wisp slowly turning into a circle. There appeared three reddish lights from the smoke body that had resembled a giant ring, gathering in the center of the circle, floating up and down a moment ago darting rapidly higher, then breaking apart and spreading out, like fireworks. Flakes floating like fireflies, decorate the space of Pangangan Village which is still being drenched in rain.

Standing hovering between the two giant teak trees on the shoulder, Ki Gopet and Nyai Bibet, just calmly watched what happened.

"Not prevented, Nyai?" The man asked with a faint smile. The dishes are so charming. The typical good looks of the palace man look radiant in the dimness of the night, wearing a black and light brown striated surjan dress, combined with batik-not wet even if splashed with rain water. His hands rest on each other on his stomach.

"Leave it, Ki. As long as it doesn't hurt people, it's okay. I want to njajal sepiro duwure kesaktiane wong iki."

(Njajal sepiro duwure kesaktiane wong iki: trying how high this man's power is)

"How's Ndok Ningsih?"

"Ndok won't be affected, I've already given an antidote in his right thigh."

"So it's okay if the others are affected by the same siren? Sanggar can actually be dismantled, lo, Nyai."

Nyai Bibet smiled cynically. "It won't be that easy, Ki. But to teach this keblinger people a lesson, it's okay for the hangar to be dismantled. It will be built again."

"But I don't believe that this pundent is being harassed. Especially these two trees." Ki Gopet also smiled, his figure slowly disappeared, tormenting the sound of chattering, "Abang mbranang eng tawang peteng dhedhet. Betoro Kolo murko's. Eling-elingo tumindak olo will again sengsoro ...."

(Light red in the sky is pitch dark. Batara Kala wrath. Remember evil deeds will bring misery)

Nyai Bibet also disappeared. From now on, as a warning, he would not bluff anymore. It's free, it won't work on stubborn and selfish Ms. Lurah. The problems of its citizens are not considered important. His focus is now on Bu Lurah personally and those who are allied with him.

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Rain is still falling, the wind was blowing quite fast through the sidelines of the glass nako that can not be closed tightly. However, the sleeping Teak looked agitated, his face and neck were sweating like he was being grumpy, his forehead was repeatedly frowning.

"Key. Awake, Le. Teak ...."

(Le: call for Javanese boys)

Teak's eyes immediately opened wide, staring at the ceiling of the room, his breathing a little dull.

"The brother." He hurriedly got up, wiped the sweat from his neck using a blanket, then took a cool stance.

Focusing the mind until hearing as if deaf, Teak is interacting with his great-grandfather or arguably the other part of him, who is sensitive to the supernatural world.

"Whatever you will see and whatever happens in this village, never interfere. Just know." This voice only echoed in the head of Teak.

"Why can't you, Eyang?"

"That's Nyai Danyang's business. If Nyai does not ask for help, never interfere. Understood?"

"Be careful and stay alert, Le."

"Good, Eyang. Thanks for warning Jati."

When the voice was no longer heard, Jati's eyes slowly opened. Not immediately back to lying down, he was confused. He could feel something was moving outside the house, whispering and hissing noises also filled the air. From the end of his eyes, Jati saw a large black figure of hairy and horned, red-eyed, penetrating the wall into his room. Instead of reacting, the young man relaxed, laid back, pulled up the blanket and curled up, pretending to be unaware of the creature's presence.

Dugh dugh dugh ....

Banging the creature's feet shook the earth, walls and roof. His voice growling. Jati remained a fool until finally the figure of Genderuwo was furious and had swung his hand about to grip him, but ....

"Wani ndemok me, do not guarantee battered kowe! Mistingkreh kono!" Teak opened his eyes, staring intently without blinking right into the creature's red eyes.

(Dare to touch me, I guarantee your battered! Go there!)

The creature vanished in an instant, leaving behind a long roar of fury. He is the Genderuwo waiter of the mango tree that grows behind the plant. Intended to challenge Jati, but only face-to-face she has been subdued.

"That's weird. Instead of challenging me, mbok yes, fight it jin-jin sirep spreader." Jati grumbled while lying down again.

Beautiful news from the looks. Famous ferocious scary, it turns out just an eye fight has lost.

In his room, Mbah Mun woke up because the air suddenly felt hot and the sounds of other realms were so boisterous out there.

"Elad! Keblinger tenan iki. Sri, Sri, this is your real woe. If this is the way, Mbah Danyang will be angry."

The old man rushed out of the room towards the special room that was used for rituals. Arriving there it turns out the incense has lit up.

"His sampun rawuh." Said while bowing respectfully, then Mbah Mun sat down cross-legged slowly. While worshipping towards the incense, he said, "A huge apology, Nyai. As an elder I can't prevent this from happening."

"It's my business, you don't have to worry." Nyai Bibet's voice sounded, but there was no form of it. "This man is no match for you, Mun."

"Good, Nyai. But what about the citizens?"

"Leave it that way. We follow the game of those people. After all, there was a good boy who could be relied upon. If the situation is suddenly out of control, he's reliable."

Nice kid? Mbah Mun was just about to ask who the good boy meant, but Nyai Bibet had already left. The old man was dumbstruck. The noise outside was no longer heard. He spent the rest of the night in the ritual room.

In the morning before the residents of Pangangan Village were on the move as usual, nothing changed. Except, no more tweets, which are usually the main topic, about Bu Lurah who intends to tear down the hangar and punden.

Strange things happened to Ningsih. This morning, while taking a bath and preoccupied with scrubbing her body with soap, she was struck by the sudden red toh in her right thigh.

Virgin girl who has red anyway, it's usually her marked by subtle creatures. From the baby has been targeted and the girl owner of red toh usually pamali.

Ningsih had heard the story from her grandmother when she told a story about Princess Pamali. Hurriedly finishing his bath, Ningsih came out shouting, "Hum, Ibuk!"

"What's up, yell!" Ms. Rusmini, who was just about to cook for breakfast, left her job, rushed to meet Ningsih.

Without saying anything, Ningsih immediately pulled the mother's hand and took her to the room. Arriving in the room immediately showed the red toh on his right thigh. Red, blood red.

"Guild, what is this?" Ms. Rusmini's eyes widened.

Pak Wahyu who had not slept all night, had been sitting in the middle room sofa, immediately ran when he heard Ningsih screaming.

"What's up, to, Buk? Ndok why?" With an anxious face, Pak Wahyu stood in front of the door of his daughter's room.

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