COBBY

Patlicurist

There are no visible wisps of fog in the residential area of the village of Ebuh tonight. The moon appears to be round and shining brightly in the dark black sky.

Purbo walks through the dark settlement of the village of Ebuh. Not a single lamp was turned on. The sound of music echoed with a reddish light that Purbo thought was in the middle of the residential area, turned out to be wrong.

There was nothing in the residential area or the village market. All the frenetic in fact is at the foot of the hill at the end of the village. It looks like Mbah Modo, the village chief is having a party.

Purbo kept his foot through the village market. The market area that looks crowded in the morning feels gripping in the middle of the night. There were several black cats leaping among the seedy-looking stall stalls. The eyeballs of the animal that was related to the tiger looked shiny in the middle of the darkness.

After passing through the market, Purbo arrived at the bamboo forest. The path of the latitude stone looks sparkling in the moonlight. Maybe because the color is clear and shiny when exposed to light that, so the rocks that are found in the upper reaches of the river is called latitude.

The bamboo grove swung crazily as the wind blew. The sound of crackling sounds rang out as the bamboo stalks clashed. While the yellowing leaves fly down in front of Purbo.

Sometimes Purbo holds his stomach which still feels a little grand. Actually he was still quite shocked when he remembered there was a small hair roll coming out of his mouth. Moreover, he also found the same hair in the lid of the container jug from wedang parem made by Mak Nah.

Purbo who has experienced strange things several times in his daily life, began to feel immune to the mystical things that interfere. Screaming and afraid still he felt, but curious and curious know much stronger.

Even Purbo is now walking the rocky road to see what party is going on at the village head's house. The party was held at 1pm, with the sound of musical instruments echoing. There was also a reddish glow that was seen overflowing from a distance, as if the forest was burning.

Purbo's footsteps stopped in the courtyard of Mbah Modo's house. All the villagers gathered there, forming a perfectly round circle. The moon also appears round intact just above the crowd of villagers.

In the middle of the circle of citizens, there was a giant bonfire. Large wooden rod rods are burned creating a reddish glow that drives away the cold. The burning black smoke soared into the sky. But strangely there is no smell. Purbo even smelled the smell of a stinging pandanus.

Near the campfire, sitting cross-legged some people dressed in all black clothes, with gamelan musical instruments complete. The huge golden shiny gong was buffeted by the shadow of flames that swerved in front of him. The moment the gong was struck his voice echoed deafeningly.

With a hint of hesitation at heart, Purbo walked over. He got into the crowd. Purbo observed the villagers who looked seriously at the bonfire in the crowd.

The red ground where Purbo stands looks even more terrible tonight. The Mbah Modo home page looked like it had just been doused in blood. The red color of the concentrated maroon is lit by the reflection of the moonlight and the glow of the blazing bonfire.

The sound of music continues to flow, people around Purbo just silently sculpt. But out of nowhere it came from, there was a noise as if people were talking. Unexplained voice that is modest.

Gong was again struck, Purbo slightly jumped in shock. So loud, Purbo's ears were ringing for a while. Along with the beating of the gong, all musical instruments stopped playing. Even the voice of people who were noisy and muttering that had sounded sober before now disappeared instantly.

There was no sound or sound. The festive feast that had been echoing earlier, suddenly turned into silence and silence. Purbo gulped slowly. The silence felt horrible.

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There were footsteps in the crowd. Mbah Modo walked slowly around the campfire tapping the ground with his wooden stick. Wooden sticks with carved tiger heads look sparkling in the hands of the village head.

A few people dressed in black appeared from the crowd. They were seen dragging something wrapped in a shabby white cloth. The white cloth was seen wriggling and finally thrown near the bonfire.

Mbah Modo pulled the package, and it appeared that someone was curled up in a bound state. Purbo again swallowed. Throat's choked. He squinted his eyes, staring at that undressed bound figure.

"Skewers?" purbo murmurs in the heart.

It's beyond a doubt. The market thugs who were feeding the Purbo with the disgusting bitter drink were crying and moaning in the middle of Mbah Modo's courtyard. What mistake did he make that should be punished and humiliated like that? Then, the midnight party that the villagers were doing turned out to be just the opening for the judgment event.

"Ingsun ngaturaken sembah pangabekti. Ngaturaken as powerful as kaluputan. Ingsun kapok Mbah's. Please forgive," Ceking cried, begging for mercy.

"Siro iso is wrong. But the wrong one must accept punishment. To be a reminder and a lesson that all things done bear the consequences of each," Mbah Modo replied with a cruel gaze.

"Thank you!" mbah Modo shouted an order.

Two thick-bodied men dressed in all black immediately lifted the skinny body of the Ceking. One was holding Ceking's leg, and the other was clutching the market thug's neck. Ceking wriggled, tracing his feet, but the resistance felt futile. Ceking losing energy.

"For Mbah Ampuuunn!" Cheek screaming.

A squeaky body swung out like a toy. Purbo who saw all that felt unbearable. His conscience was moved to help Ceking.

"Stop!" Shouted Purbo from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads, looking at Purbo hatefully. The next second everyone took a few steps back, away from the puzzled Purbo. Mbah Modo turned his head, staring at Purbo from a distance.

"You're all crazy! Is it wrong for that man to be punished like this?" Purbo stuttered a little. At first he thought someone would defend him. But it turned out wrong. Everyone looked at Purbo with hateful and condescending gazes.

Mbah Modo looked at the people standing around Purbo. Then the man nodded his head. Merta Purbo was immediately mobbed by villagers.

"Hey! What the fuck is this! What do you want?" Purbo put up a horse.

Without warning, one of the residents jumped and hit Purbo to the brink. Then followed by a few others. Purbo is helpless, unable to resist. His chest felt tight and his vision began to blur.

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