Asphalt Edge Empty House

Chapter 48 The Tabuh War

Pakde Jarwo bowed, it seemed like the old man had a solution, but hesitated to speak directly to Wira. He looked at the Hero deeply, hoping the Hero understood the sign from him.

Like a dipper with his hair reading the body language of Pade Jarwo who looks restless. He immediately asked if Mr. Jarwo already had a middle ground for their problems.

"So sir, is there another way out of this problem, whatever we might be able to do, as long as it doesn't involve other people or families?"

This time Wira challenged, she did not want to run out of time. In his heart, Pakde Jarwo felt relieved, just as he hoped Wira understood the body language of Pakde Jarwo and he proposed a challenge to Wira.

"Your Weton is the same as Asih, meaning that your good days and bad luck are equal in choice only two of you will receive the fate of that day. If indeed you dare to take the risk, I will escort you to the last blood."

"Do you dare Wir?"

Although Wira did not understand for sure what Mr. Jarwo, the police officer, did not want to bother anymore, he would take all the risks, the most important is not to subvert others, let alone his descendants.

"Whatever the risk is, the most important thing is not to sacrifice the other party, I will definitely support it!"

"Well, I'm karo karo your determination is kui."

"Boy boys must be brave, I love your determination. Well, the word that has been said cannot be removed again."

"True man held by his father."

Pakde Jarwo smiled, he was pleased with the determination and guts of the flame-flaming Hero. He immediately called Siska to leave Linda's tribe in her body.

"Siska... siska...!"

"Let's come here and we'll enter your friend's tribe. Pakde's gonna put him in your body."

Siska who had been hiding in a fortified room had finally come out, Pakde Jarwo immediately made preparations, while Linda who had learned that Pakde Jarwo could see him in the form of an astral entity, then approached Mr. Jarwo and followed his orders.

"What's your name ndok?"

"I'm Linda sirde."

After saying her name, Linda was immediately herded into the Siska body. Wira and Siska were amazed to see the rare occurrence before their eyes. Both could see a bright white ball of light entering through Siska's forehead.

Siska slowly felt a warm air flowing all over her body. Then he felt Linda's presence, sharing the space within him.

"Now two become one, you who get along, must be in harmony, and one mind ya ndok."

Pakde Jarwo told Siska and Linda. So that the two girls of one body can be soul, one mind, complement each other. Siska felt happy, it felt like twin sisters puya, they could talk to each other, although it looked strange because Siska was impressed just to concoct, talking to herself.

Siska could hear Linda in her head, the jolly girl whispered in Siska's ear, and felt comfortable in the body of another friend of nature.

"Maybe it's time for me to return, may the prince's mistress, God the ruler of the universe give my blessing and forgiveness for my sins of the past."

Pakde Jarwo said to himself in his heart. Today will be a new history for him. After long shutting himself off from the world, now he will return. Mr. Jarwo felt it was time to do something as a form of penance.

The dark life that he had gone through while being a shaman of black magic, had already drained too much blood and tears of people who did not even have any grudge relationship with him. Pakde Jarwo only follows the request of the person who paid him.

As long as his life is not calm, always pursued by enemies who want revenge. And during that time also Pakde Jarwo is haunted by guilt. For twenty years he had pulled over, taking a quiet path in a very sparsely populated foreign village.

Mr. Jarwo hoped he would never be known again. For him, all life experiences are enough.

Now he is determined to live his life as a normal human being. Living old age with wisdom draws near to the creator. Pakde Jarwo is now just an old man who is known as a simple farmer with no frills his big name as a shaman sakti.

All kinds of black magic that he ever got from his father or man, has been passed on to others who have ambitions to be him in the past. All the black spells had been released complete with all the lucky talisman talismans, which were in the manhunt.

Although not necessarily lost all, but at least Jarwo's pact can lock the remaining power in him, and more surrender to the giver of life.

It was unexpected that Siska, the favorite nephew who had not come to meet for decades. Arrived to visit with a magical problem that is very attached in the pack of Jarwo. Now the old man was forced to reopen his old self that had been buried.

"You wait here, no one comes out, I'll send the creature to their master."

" It's time to get the war drum to the woman's demon."

After saying that Mr. Jarwo took mustika, and the ancient book that Ronggo Joyo handed down to Wira. He has made the decision to take the risk to replace Wira.

By reciting the mantra, and mustika in the hands of Pakde Jarwo out of the house. Then once snapped he was in the middle of the yard fishing creatures that surrounded the house turned to attack him.

"outside.. Daarr.. Daarr..!"

The clash of energies gave off a loud sound, like a thunderbolt of light clashing to make the night sky dyed with a dazzling bright white light. Pakde Jarwo continued to rampage to hit astral beings who simultaneously attacked him without stopping.

One by one they fell into black smoke that billowed into the air. Both Wira and Siska could only hear the roar of creatures without being able to ascertain what was happening outside.

"Hopefully Pakde can destroy the creature."

"Huh.huh.huh..!"

Siska prayed expectantly, the squealing voice of Pakde Jarwo made her anxious. The sound of the old man's breathing was heavy. Wira and Siska continued to pray incessantly.

Pakde Jarwo continued to rampage blindly. He really has returned to being his former figure. With a loud voice the old man hit the war drums against Asih and Sitarasmi.

"I'm Jarwo, challenge you, let's go ahead kabeh I fight you!"

"Koe kabeh sing die utowo I sing mbok pateni.. !"

Pakde Jarwo gave a fierce resistance, to the point that the old man finally won the fight against the sentient beings who were sent to take Siska.

"Thank you, I can send them home, even if they bleed blood."

Pakde Jarwo reentered the house with breath and fresh blood running down the corner of his lips. The hero immediately grabbed the old man and laid him on the floor. Siska went to the kitchen to get some water.

"Take medicinal herbs that have been used in the room."

Siska went into the room and took out a wooden box that contained a bottle of medicinal herbs. Sigap Siska took some bottles, then gave them to Pakde Jarwo.

"Please open the violet bottle and the wooden bottle please cut on the chest of the pakde."

Siska immediately opened the contents of the bottle and gave a purple bottle to drink while Wira put white powder on the frail chest of the old man who was lying on a pandan mat.

"Tomorrow I will teach you some pencak silat moves to hold you, just take care, how to know the creatures from hell have a loyal following from among humans."

While coughing Pakde Jarwo explained what to do Wira and Siska. They were prepared for open war with Asih.

Meanwhile, far away in the asphalt house, Asih and Sitarasmi have changed the appearance of the old Dutch heritage house to be more sinister. Anyone would agree to say the old house at the end of Asphalt as a den of demits.

Asih and Sitarasmi raised men from their graves. The Dutch heritage house, now it is not like a zombie nest. They lined up neatly in the courtyard with their faces bowed like they were asleep. Everyone is ready to wait for orders whenever they will be awakened.

Inside one of the rooms, Anton Wijaya's body had also undergone a strange shape change. I don't know what kind of creature attached to it, but certainly the appearance of Anton Wijaya now like a monster figure that will make the fur I sit anyone shudder in horror when he sees it.

In front of Anton Wijaya the members of the Sandikala sect who had been possessed, stood sculpted with white eyeballs all over. They have all been prepared to terrorize the city.

"That man has already dared to kill my beloved pet. As if that shaman burned our shipment, he's already dared to challenge me ma'am."

Asih's figure grimaced with anger, her eyes were flaming red, standing in the dark. His pale face was hidden in the darkness.

"Patience a little more mayu, the red full moon is coming soon, the lower realms will give you strength. Until the time is just to wait. After that the law will be established, the man will receive a reward for his actions."

Get out of the darkest side of the room. His red, sharp eyes glared far towards the window, the corners of his lips were filled with fresh blood. Apparently the demon drop girl had just finished finishing her favorite dinner dish.

On the marble floor full of viscous blood, the figure of a woman's body with an incomplete condition seemed to lie torn apart, an unpleasant aroma bursting into the second floor room. Flying like an owl out like a bird.

His shrill laughter broke the silence of the night. The atmosphere of the village around the old house, very quiet. Villagers around the mountain slopes where the empty house ends asphalt, choose to stay at home, tightly lock the doors and windows, just as the sandekala arrived to change the day to night.