Blackpoem/Black Poetry

Sleep Poetry

On a white wooden bench in a garden. The straight long haired girl in white hodie attire stared at the rather large pond sayup in front of her. The girl who is none other than Krina, staring at the swan that is cool swimming also pigeons that forage on the edge.

His gaze switched on the phone that had been grasped earlier. 10.30 He should have come by now.

"Am I late?" said a baritone voice from behind Krina.

"No. You're never late, and this time you still don't like to keep other people waiting, do you?" krina answered without looking.

"It turns out you remember me."

Krina looked up at the origin of the voice that was now sitting next to him which was none other than Raka.

"What's up to having to send a letter all to meet here. You can come straight to the house." Krina paused for a moment. "Or you're still afraid of my father."

"I've never been afraid of anyone. Even to your father who is a general."

"Then why don't you come home?"

"Because there's something I want to talk to you about and only the two of us know."

Krina slightly smiled in astonishment. "It looks so important?"

"Of course."

The wind blew the straight hair of both.

"Speak, what do you want?"

"You praise your beauty." Both corners of Karma's lips expand. He wanted to joke with Krina.

Krina sighed. "Seriously. I don't have time to play the fight like High School."

"I'm serious that you're more beautiful."

"I've been Raka's fiancee. And you know it."

"I know." Raka stared at the ring on Krina's left ring finger. "I was just kidding.

The two stopped talking for a moment. Busy looking at everything in the park this afternoon.

"You actually just want to see me, right? nothing serious you want to talk about?" Krina threw a sweet smile.

"Not really. There's one thing I want to ask you, which is about how you feel about Karma."

Krina's smile faded away. "There's nothing to ask about it that way."

"There certainly is."

"What?"

"You lied to yourself. You, don't like that young man."

Krina squinted her eyes. "The reason I'm fiancee is also because I like Karma."

"I doubt."

"Whatever." Krina turned her gaze from Raka on her phone again. The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

"Oh yeah, who's your boyfriend now?" ask Krina.

"Something."

"Either, do you have a girlfriend or not?"

"What a courtship is. Just wasting time."

Krina. "So you don't have a boyfriend?"

"My heart was for one person, Krina, from the beginning" Raka replied with a faint look. The two looked at several saars before Raka took her eyes off.

"Stop thinking about me Raka."

"Don't you tell me not to forget you?"

"But that's it first."

"Remember Krina, our relationship never ends."

"Listen a-I became a Karma fiancee that means our relationship is over."

"No, the truth is your heart still hopes and loves me."

"Know where? I don't have any feelings for you anymore." Krina started raising her voice. His feelings became confused.

"You lied."

Krina's eyes glazed over. "I'm talking ju-"

Raka raised both eyebrows. Krina snorted and sighed.

"I'm speaking honestly."

Both are silent again. Not far from the two, under a tree Ruru noticed.

"Don't let him get in the way of your original plan Raka." murmured Ruru.

Raka took out a bullet and a small book from her pocket.

"Heem."

"I want to make it for you again. Like a long time ago." Karma smile.

Krina looked at Karma for a moment and turned to look at the lake and smiled. "Make it, but good."

Karma nodded and began to write. Krina waited while playing the phone. Ruru squinted her eyes, confused by what Raka wanted to do. Would the boy write a Black Poem for Krina.

"It." Karma gave the results of his writing to Krina. And Krina read carefully. Back there Ruru started to be vigilant.

Krina was bearded and smiled after reading a poem from Karma.

"Your poetry has always been beautiful Raka," Krina praised. "Just why is the princess sleeping?"

"Because you're going to sleep for a while."

Krina doesn't understand what Raka says, but she doesn't care. What is clear is that he feels very happy because people who used to be close to him again make poetry for him.

Krina's eyes felt heavy and her head was also a bit dizzy.

"You why?"

"Why are you suddenly so sleepy." Krina's gaze faded, Raka's face was clear now only the spots blurry, and then his vision.

Krina falls towards Raka's body. Ruru who saw him immediately jumped running towards him.

"You'll be my sleeping princess for a while." Raka whispered in Krina's ear.

"What are you doing?" Ruru asked upon arrival in front of Raka.

"I just made him sleep for a while."

"For what?"

"To be our part." Raka got up while holding onto Krina's body.

Ruru looked at Raka for a moment. "Listen Raka, I warn you, lest this girl get in the way of our plan."

"Not going to." Raka looked at the pretty face of Krina who was illuminated by the sun. He hadn't noticed his girl's face in a long time. My girl? You will always be my girl.

*****

"Officially, Indonesia has a new police capolri."

The writing today is plastered in many media. Muhiso was officially inaugurated to fill the vacant post of Police Chief for a dozen days.

The INU team was made anxious by this news. They fear that the evil of Black Poetry will become harder to quell. Especially after hearing back the news that Sinyo Harahap again released by the police because there is no evidence that he was involved with the Black Poem.

At the coffee shop, Karma was upset and anxious. He tried dozens of times to contact Krina, but never once did he get an answer.

"Maybe she was busy with Karma" said Alena, then she sipped her warm milk.

"If there's a messy, he'll usually tell me first. I'm afraid something's happened to her."

"He called his parents."

The second conversation was interrupted when the mother of the stall owner delivered the ordered chicken satay to both.

"Oh, but no answer. Both of Krina's parents were busy people. His father was a TNI of rank, while his mother was also a Lecturer. It's very hard to contact. If we've got a lot of evidence we'd better get home from this village." Karma took one skewer and started eating it.

"Oh, where are Jap and Andi Kalaba aka AK?" ask Karma.

"Go back to the mountain again to research the last inscription."

"Getchhhh!"

From behind the helmet, AK sneezed. "Something seems to be talking about me?" AK and Jap just arrived at the last Inscription using a rented cross motorbike. Both take off the helmet and put it on the handlebar of the motor.

"I'm curious about that figure named Banga, especially the reason why he wants the Eternal Kingdom," muttered Jap.

"What I learned about him, it seems that he was disappointed with life at that time. He wanted to create a new peace, but in the wrong way."

AK and Jap stared at the stone prasati overgrown with moss. The writing on the inscription also seems unclear.

Jap bowed in front of the stone and then attached his hand to the surface of the inscription. Her eyes widened. Something strange spread across his body and a strange shadow flashed through his mind. Jap then took his hand off.

"What's this?" jap says astonishment.

"You feeling it? Feeling the strangeness in the Prejudice? Keywords some people can see the shadow of events in the Banga period through this inscription. But only certain people. I tried it but failed, it seems I am not a special person. But who knows you can see Jap. Try holding that inscription again."

Jap tried to re-attach his palm on the inscription before a noise undoes him.

"What's that sound?" ask Jap.

"Motor sounds."

Over time the sound of the motorbike was increasingly heard clearly. And then there was the origin of the sound; six cross bikers who were on their way at a rather high speed - swerving through bushes and trees - and directly trying to hit Jap and AK. Thankfully, AK and Jap avoided.

"Who are they?" worried AK while staring at the riders who all wear full face helmets.

The riders stopped crashing, only moving around AK and Jap. Now the two - who had their backs on each other with pistols ready in hand - were in the grip of the riders.

To Be Continued ...