Blackpoem/Black Poetry
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Karma and Alena watched the young man for a moment. "How did you know?"
"I'm Detective too, AJ's old friend." The man got up and approached Karma as well as Alena, then stopped in front of the two and extended a hand to greet them. "My name is Andi Kalsaba, better known as AK."
Karma accepted the position of AK and then introduced himself, followed by Alena introduced herself.
Jap came back from the inside and he immediately approached AK.
"For a long time no see, Jap," AK said with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" ask Jap.
"As you are doing, seek information on Black Poetry."
"For what purpose?"
"Of course to solve all these problems." I took a cigarette out of his pants pocket.
"You're moving on whose orders?"
"On my own will." AK snaps a cigarette with lips and then burns the tip with a gas match. A few seconds of smoke billowing and the smell of tobacco smelled around. "The cold here makes cigarettes taste good." Mumbled AK then.
"How's the inn?" Ask the Grandpa the innkeeper on Jap.
"Good Kek, we will stay here for about three weeks" replied Jap. "However, where's the bathroom and the WC."
Grandpa was originally about to answer before AK cut, "the bathroom is there, near the fish pond. WC general you can choose, want the one above the fish pond or better in the river there."
Alena gasps. "So the bathroom is separate from the inn?" ask Alena who she obviously seems unhappy with.
"Fun yourself to live in the village of beautiful girls" said AK.
"Damn it, it seems that I will be tormented here" Alena chirped to fate. "Can it be worse than this?"
"Of course." AK replies again, "This is a bad cell phone signal, I suggest that if you want to play mobile phone or laptop just go to another village." Alena instantly twisted her lazy eyeball and sighed deeply.
"Let's come with us to see your room later Miss!" pinta the Grandpa the innkeeper. Alena agreed and then followed the parents of the inn owner. Jap, Karma and AK noticed their steps before continuing the conversation.
"You seem to have lived here a long time?" ask Jap.
"It's only been a week, this is also on AJ's orders. But these few days I have no news. Ah, is he coming with you?"
"No, AJ died a few days ago."
There was a moment of silence.
"That's it, it's worth it."
"You've been informed here?" ask Jap.
"Little bit. Tomorrow I take you to the Mountain if you want to know the origin of Black Poetry. Now you guys better get some rest."
"I want to know now. Time in situations like this is precious."
"Don't push your body too hard. But if you force me to deliver."
"We should eat Jap first. My stomach is hungry, and my body is also sticky to take a bath" Karma suggested.
"What Karma really says." AK. Jap.
After eating and bathing Jap, Karma and Alena immediately move to follow AK to a house that after it is known that the house belongs to the buds of Mount Kumbang. After being given a prayer and a message from Kuncen, the four of them immediately moved towards the Mountain.
"Why not just move to the mountain, meet the pigeon is very time consuming," upset Karma who was not happy because the time is almost half five and they will just move towards the mountain. On the other hand, he was also upset because AK still believes in things like shaman smelling Kuncen earlier. "It's modern times, you still believe in things like pigtails?"
"Not I believe, it's just rude if we go straight into the mountain without permission first on the people around. After all, if there is anything on us, they can know and will immediately look for us. The point is we should not be arbitrary here, because after all this land is theirs," explained AK.
"I thought you were the shortest man among us, Karma" Alena said. Karma didn't answer just squinted an irritated eye.
The four of them continued to step up, leaving the houses to the residents' plantations. The path is slowly crossed and the gardens eventually completely changed into a forest with old and large trees.
The afternoon sun rays can still enter the cracks of the leaves, but slowly the rays fade with the passage of time. The atmosphere remained unchanged, only silence interspersed with the sound of tonggerets and small birds about to rest on their branches.
"Where are we really going?" Ask Karma who is curious about what AK wants to show. I'm just saying that he wants to show you something about Black Poetry but it's not clear what he wants to show it.
"There is an inscription in several places on Mount Kumbang," replied AK. "In the Inscription recounts the events of the 13th century when there was chaos in the Kingdom of Galuh. A writer named Sastro Tomo once wrote in detail the entire inscription in his book entitled Mantra."
"Because the book also made AJ advised to tell us all to come here" Jap explained.
"I'm bringing the book now" Alena said.
"Then after the writing has been summarized to a book, so why should we bother checking the inscription?" ask Karma to wonder.
Jap replies, "To be more clear and who knows we have other evidence. Remember the author is only looking for anything good to write, while the detective, they will carefully research what they are looking for until they get answers and clear explanations of what they are looking for. Simply put, the author only writes a puzzle that is still scattered. While Detective, they'll focus on putting it together."
"Again Karma, use your brain to think, don't just complain and keep asking things that are actually easy to answer." Alena returned.
"Yeah, I admit that my brain isn't as smart as yours."
"Normal human brains are actually the same. You're actually just lazy to think. The brain must be used to practice," Alena said again.
"Well that knows," Alena replied casually. Karma sighed, free to argue with a woman, he thought.
Around 5 o'clock they arrived at the Inscription referred to AK. White stone inscription with sunda script attached there. The four of them immediately noticed the inscription, except for Karma who was busy paying attention to the thickets and trees. He was worried that there was a***Wforest in a place like this.
Alena pulls out Sastro Tomo's book Mantra from the bag. "The writing is the same as the one on the first page of the book" he said. "This inscription tells of a young man named Banga in the past who was obsessed with overthrowing the kingdoms in the archipelago."
*****
In an elite house. In the courtyard of one of her houses, a five-year-old girl was engrossed in playing on her three-wheeled bicycle. He circled around the grassy courtyard cheerfully.
His activities then he stopped when he found a Vespa biker man stopped not far from him.
The rider - dressed like a postman and covered in a mask - approached the little girl. Then stop and bow immediately when you get in front.
"You're Wakapolri's son, right?" ask the man and then open the mask until a beautiful smile appears. That man is none other than Raka.
The little girl nodded.
"Can you give this letter to your father?" Raka gave a small white envelope from the bag to the little girl. The little girl accepted it.
Raka smiled back. "Thank you sweet girl."
The little girl returned a smile. "Yes Brother."
Raka turned back to the motor. After arriving on his motorbike he noticed the little girl who had now passed into the house, leaving his bicycle lying in the light of the sun that began to blush.
"It's easy once to enter elite housing." Raka turned on the motor and then drove it.
Inside the Wakapolres house. The little girl was running around looking for her father while calling his name. One of his brothers who was playing the playstation snapped at him because he felt his sister was noisy.
"Where's dad?"
"above. Prili don't yell anymore."
"Yes, Brother." Prili close his mouth as if to show his brother that he will not scream again.
The little girl then resumed her search, running through the stairs.
"Dad!" Sapa Prili when the girl went into her parents' room and found her father typing something on the laptop.
"Prili, have you played?" prili's father said that none other than Wakapolri.
"Had Dad. Someone loved this prili." Prili shows the envelope given by Raka. For a moment Pak Wakapolri was stunned.
"From who?" Pak Wakapolri took the small envelope.
"From the handsome Om-om."
Wakapolri narrowed his eyes, then opened the envelope. Inside the envelope was a piece of paper. Wakapolri read it:
'Black Poetry.'
'Beautiful poetry is not love, but a string of mantras.'
'And these words are the way to the afterlife.'
'Jikininki is the devil, he's the girl's friend.'
'He likes the girl like he likes lilies.'
'On the horns of the black sheep too.'
'And on flesh or blood.'
"What is this letter?" muttered Wakapolri then while re-inserting his letter into the envelope.
The air around became very cold and the wind was blowing so hard that it opened the room window.
"The wind is very strong father," said Prili.
Wakapolri got up trying to close the window but suddenly his vision blurred so red and vaguely saw the figure of a large monstrous creature with a red burning gaze blocking his path.
"W-who are you?" Wakapolri asked worriedly at the creature.
"What is that dad?" prili said frightened with a focused gaze on Jikininki.
Wakapolri and Jikininki stared at Prili. Wakapolri was eager to grab Prili and get out of the room quickly, but strangely his legs felt numb.
"It's no wonder that a child can see me" Jikininki said. He looked back at Wakapolri and then moved one of his thin hands that had sharp nails toward the heart of Wakapolri.
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