Angus Poloso - Legend of Ki Ageng Selo.

Horror 25 – (Test II) Lost Village Wind Eye Direction.

After leaving Lenggor Jati village, we decided to go to the next village. The village of Witiran. It is said that there used to be a center for the spread of Islam in the region, but around thirty years, the village was turned into a tumbal village because so many residents who did fellowship with jinn, he said, satan, and the devil. That is the story of Ratih.

In addition, after wondering the same residents at the border of Lenggor Jati village, there have been many Muslim, Christian, religious leaders, and Hindus were sent there to spread their religions to abandon their idolatrous customs, but to no avail. Even the religious leaders were slaughtered and killed in front of their respective places of worship.

And that is why, until now, no one from the religious leaders dared to set foot in the village.

But for the sake of finding the whereabouts of Mela who was rumored to have just crossed the village, and because of our mission to help each other, so inevitably, we have to go there.

“Duh, length,” complained Andre. “After arriving there, anyway I have to find a masseuse deh,”

“No! Did you not hear anything that the brother of Ratih and the brother of Vishnu said about the village? In part we have to immediately find Mela because there is a farmer who just came out of the village said that he saw a girl who looks the same as Mela.” I refused Andre's proposal.

“Yes how are you doing again?” Andre receives. “Some of you are not the leader of this team? I'll leave it to you, Leader!”

“Kak Umam, are you sure you want to find the whereabouts of Mela in that village? After hearing the words of brother Ratih kemaren, it seems that the rumors that brother can only hoax,” said Cici suddenly nimbrung. Yeah, I know that right now he's feeling suspicious and stuff. “To expand the search, how about we just split up into three groups. How, sis?”

I was thinking with the advice of Cici earlier. “Hm .. are you sure? If any of you can protect you I agree. If not ... then you better not have to!”

They looked at each other, and I couldn't believe they were insisting on that. These people are stupid or stubborn.

“We have no problem. We can take care of ourselves!” wulan said steadily, followed by the others. Who was silent at that time of course me and Feby who were in charge of all of them.

“Hah, fine if that's what you want. But let us arrange the division of your squads yes,” I replied with a sigh. “I'm alone, Feby with Cici, Agung with Andre, Siti with Wulan. You guys agreed?”

Without any hesitation or rejection, they just agree to the division of the group. Before proceeding back, we agreed to meet at the border of the village of Witiran to the north. And I kept warning them to remember the advice of Ratih and Vishnu's brother while in that village.

...

After they all left, I caught someone spying on us from behind the tree. I who have an inner eye is not difficult to see its existence.

“You're back there, out!”

Shamefully, he came out. It turned out that he was a vagrant boy who was interested in our presence which from his view emanated that we were freaks. I can understand him anyway.

“Anu, what's your name?” manyu friendly.

“Ri-Rizal, sir,” he replied a little hesitantly answering my question just now. “Master who and what to go to that haunted village?”

“My name is Umam. I'm looking for someone who's reportedly in the village. Adek can help?”

“You better forget to find that guy, he'll never come back. The best thing you can do is to call your friends before they enter the village or .. Their lives will not be helped again,”

“What do you mean?” manyaku. “Has something terribly bad happened besides the rumors that people are saying?”

The boy nodded. “Iya, but for more details let's come with me for a minute. There's someone I want my sister to meet right now. Do not be afraid, the place is on the border of the village of Witiran to the south, fifty meters from here.”

Without hesitation, I followed Rizal's deck to go where he meant it. My thoughts continued to overshadow who I wanted to meet. What is Mela? Ah, I don't think so.

Arriving there, I saw an old mosque that looked unused for a long time. What makes the smell is that on every wall of the mosque, there are traces of blood that has dried for a long time.

There, I met a girl who was lying unconscious.

“Cici!?”

I hurried to wake him up, but still could not wake up, because his spirit was not in the school. But I still feel the heartbeat and pulse, even though it seems weak.

The boy came to me. “This all happened last night. Your friend was hit by the witch doctor who was looking for a fall. He walked here without any awareness. Fortunately I was in place, so I was able to bring him here so as not to be a witch doctor.”

“Wait first! Then who was Cici with us?”

“That's demit Brajadh, sir. Rarely is there an indigo who can see it, so mustakhil for the master to feel and realize it.” Answer explains. “Demit Brajadh it's from India, sir. There the demit was often kept as an ingon-ingon or magical guardian,”

“Then, what can I do now?”

“It is better that you rest here first wait for tomorrow while guarding your friend who is lying there. Tomorrow I will take my master to meet an elder in the village. Frominyalah the master will get help to save your friends.”

The night was getting late, we decided to start a bonfire in front of the mosque. There we chatted to disturb boredom.

“Hm .. nak Rizal, does Rizal have a family?”

“Have. That was. My father and mother were slaughtered by the people here. They accuse my father's mother of being an expert shaman, who made a great plague hit the village here seventeen years ago,” he replied filled with deep sadness. “My sister was raped in rotation by ten masterminds of the murder at that time, so she felt traumatized and finally left this village and headed to the forest Alas Ireng. After that, I didn't get any more news from him.”

“Sorry to have asked such a sensitive question, Zal,” I said empathize with him. How sad is the life of this child. “Hm .. If you can, let me help you solve the problem in your village, son Rizal. And I will also bring and save your little sister so that you two can live together as a family, huh?”

The boy slightly glanced at me with a cynical look. “You dare to say so, sir? Though you don't know who and what my sister is doing, yet I still appreciate every help that you will love,”

...

Not wanting to keep thinking, I immediately cleaned the mosque, at least what I could use for the Fajr prayer. When I was done, I rushed to find a place for ablution. And really lucky because at the back of the mosque there is water flowing from above and soaking the small river there (small waterfall).

When I finished, I rushed to go inside the mosque to pray. The first strangeness happened. Suddenly Cici's body, which was behind the imam's place, suddenly retreated to the rear of the body or next to the door of the mosque. I didn't pay attention to it, because it was natural for me. Since I was a kid I have experienced it too. Moved by the Muslim jinn who want to perform worship in the mosque.

The second oddity occurred when "Allahuakbar.." shortly after takbir there was someone who patted me on the shoulder, a sign of wanting to impeach me, fortunately I had not read Al-Fatiha. I immediately changed my intention to become a Priest, reading the letter Al-Fatiha even to the verse "Wa lad dollin...".

My master answered "Amieeen.." simultaneously. Apparently what's happening to me is a lot, men and women. I can tell from the amien sound and the typical male and female voice.

I did not suspect, nor did I during the second rakaat. The understanding is the same as in the first rakaat. The Fajuh` prayer goes as it should. There was nothing strange until the moment I finished my prayers and greetings. When I looked to the right and left for the greeting, I could see my mother through the glass door that surrounded the Mosque, my master consisted of 2 shaff that was male and female, and my mother was, but when I turned around to shake hands, they disappeared.

“Oalah, they are from the Muslim jinn nation after all,” my words that do not feel afraid even though, because as I said earlier if experiences like this have often happened to me. Even I was visited by a Muslim genie disguised as a pocong while sleeping next to the house.

And then the strangeness happened. This is an oddity that makes me wonder half dead. After I looked back and found no one, suddenly from the direction where the priest had an old kyai patting me on the shoulder. I was immediately shocked for a moment. My position of standing up makes me unable to run directly because of fear. The cold sweat and damp air added to the horror I felt. Shit, my tingling feet make me unable to run.

“Assalamu’alaikum son,” sapanya.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, kyai.” My answer. He also helped me to stand up. “Thank you, kyai!”

“Sama-sama,” the answer is short. “Which is this aden? Why come to this village and who is the lady lying back there?” the old Kyai immediately charged at me with a few questions.

“I Umam, kyai. And the girl there was named Cici,” I said introduce myself and also Cici. “I came to this village because I heard from someone that here is the village of Tumbal. So we want to get rid of that perception and help others.”

“My name is Abdurrahman, I was an imam in this mosque once. If I may give you some advice, I will leave this village immediately. This village is a cruel village to anyone who wants to do anything that smells of worship,” replied kyai Abdur while giving advice. “My congregation was slaughtered in this mosque once, so once a week I come here and make a pilgrimage to their graves.”

From the kiyai I get the fact that in the mosque is commonly used as a magical boarding school and center to draw knowledge from the jinn after being left abandoned for several years.

“Anu, now kyai live where?” manya curious.

“Oh, I live in the west forest, from here, son. I stayed there to avoid the chases of the chariots in this village. If aden pleases, sometime aden can stop by kok,” the answer is friendly. It slightly answered my doubts about the kyai. “If Aden wants to continue his mission in the village, I can only give you one suggestion. Find the residence of Mr. Hendro Wiraatmaja and you will know the secrets of this village.”

“Then after that, kyai?”

“Do mandatory prayers at his home. However, do not let you be fooled by the beauty of Restu Wiraatmaja, his daughter. He is a lure. And whoever is married to him, that is the result.” replied kyai Abdurrahman firmly.

Suddenly I felt a sense of consciousness from Cici back there. I turned to him, and thank God he finally woke up. But when I turned my gaze to the place where Kyai Abdurrahman was, he was gone, gone somewhere. All that was left there was a green prayer rug that I felt like I was told to carry.

I took the prayer mat immediately and hurried to meet the unconscious Cici.

“Lho, brother Umam? Why am I here? Where are the others?” ask him a little dongkol.

“Ayo Cici, we must immediately save the rest of our friends. They are all in danger,” I replied in a hurry. I hurried to pull Cici's hand and left the old mosque.

Shortly after we came out of the mosque, suddenly the boy named Rizal came out of the bushes while carrying two packs of yellow rice and a bottle of water.

Knowing that yellow rice and water did not contain any use or anything, we also agreed to ask him to eat together. While we were eating, I opened the conversation and asked Rizal if it was true that there was a hut in the west of the forest inhabited by a kyai named Kyai Abdurrahman or not.

“Dek Rizal, do you know a kyai named Abdurrahman?” ask me to open the conversation. “I was visited by a kyai named Abdurrahman who lived in the forest to the west, about a mile from here. Is that true?”

Rizal immediately jerked as he ate, until making his spoon fall because of shock. “You met kyai Abdurrahman? Kyai Abdurrahman!?”

I'm nodding. Our conversation a little interest Cici to ask, but he still mengantungkan because he did not want to disturb the chat we both.

“What's up, Rizal? Who is kyai Abdurrahman?”

“He is the ruler of this village, or better if he is called the founder of this village. It happened a long time ago, more than three hundred years ago,” obviously son Rizal. “According to news, he is also one of the spreaders of Islam in the region. Kyai Ghofar and Kyai Umar also know the story. Dad said, I used to say that Abdurrahman was martyred while protecting his students during the war against the Netherlands, but I don't know exactly the hell,”

“Kyai Ghofar? You know him?” I ask who is surprised now.

“Iya, I used to study with her along with my sister. That's when Kyai Umar was alive. As soon as my sister was kicked out of there for being pregnant with the rape, I also joined. Although before long, we had to separate as well,”

After eating, we decided to go to Rizal. With a heavy heart, he also let go of us and warned not to go to the villa of the Wiraatmaja family residence, because there is the center of magical activities in this village, in addition, there, the Wiraatmaja family is known as a cruel family.

We nodded, a sign of understanding. I tried to keep our desire to go to the family a secret, because I didn't want to make Rizal worry.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the two of us arrived at the village of Witiran, which is said to be the most haunted village in the region.

And now, there's a slight change of plan. In addition to having to find Mela, we were forced to uncover the secret that Kyai Abdurrahman had told us about the Wiraatmaja family and also to find and rescue our friends who are currently in great danger.

- SERIATE