COBBY

Seket Wolu

A mat from pandan leaves has been laid out on the green grass in front of the old archway. Mbah Yon arranged a pitcher and a cup of clay. While Lik Kani, Dini and Mr. Driver just observed with their mouths tightly clenched.

"You come here" Mbah Yon swung his hand, asking people to come closer.

Lik Kani, Dini and Mr. Driver can only obey. They took off their footwear and then sat in a circle on the mat. Mbah Yon rolls a young betel leaf, then coagulates it at the end of the jug.

"Nak Purbo is a descendant of Mbah Kusworo. He is a powerful man. Even when I was a child, I often heard stories that in the past war, the enemy was confused to overcome the resistance of Mbah Kusworo who was immune to weapons. At his last moment, Mbah Kusworo was buried separately between the body and the head. Maybe Kani is also full of the story," said Mbah Yon with sparkling eyes. He turned on a kind of torch that was stuck to the ground. All the equipment was brought in a black sling bag that had made Lik Kani curious about the contents.

"Kok even said a fairy tale," said Mr. Driver.

"He he he, it's not a fairy tale. A true hereditary story. Even in my vision, Mbah Kusworo had tried to help Nak Purbo but his existence was rejected" explained Mbah Yon.

"I don't know myself yet, where Nak Purbo must have gone. So, I need Mbah Kusworo's help. Whatever you see later, as scary as it is, don't run. Stay inside this mat" continued Mbah Yon.

Lik Kani gulped at the words of Mbah Yon. He nodded even though his heart was was was was.

"After I get into the woods there, you guys have to keep this jug. Hold this jug continuously. You can't let go before there's a sign from me" Mbah Yon circulated his gaze.

"What mark is Mbah?" ask Lik Kani curiously.

"He he he, you'll know later, too" Mbah Yon chuckled.

"This is how it is, you have to stay on the mat. Hold the pitcher, don't take it off before I give you a sign. Well after I give you the sign, take the pitcher away. Don't wait for me. Don't try to find me. You guys go immediately to where Nak Purbo is being treated. Then wipe the water in the jug to Nak Purbo's face," Mbah Yon concluded his explanation.

"It was easy Mbah," said Mr. Driver memcibir.

"He he he, yes easy. But sometimes it can make people like you wet your pants," Mbah Yon laughed.

"Whatever I will do, the important thing is that Mas Purbo returns," continued Dini reassured.

"Yeah, I hope that Nak Purbo will come back" Mbah Yon smiled at a glance.

The white-haired man picked up a betel in his pocket. Then put it in your mouth and chew it slowly. He stood up and walked out of the mat.

Mbah Yon continues to chew betel leaves until it is really soft. Afterwards, he surrounded the expanse of mats while spitting. Spit that looks deep red. Dini felt her body goosebumps, slightly disgusted by what she saw.

Mbah Yon sat cross-legged on the grass, facing the dark-looking archway without any lighting. His eyes were closed, his mouth was kamit. Sometimes his voice sounds like a growl.

The wind blew from the forest behind the old archway. The smell of Pandan stings. Visible dried bamboo leaves tanned fly, although it does not appear bamboo clumps anywhere.

From behind the old archway, a faint faintly visible figure walked over. With a stride, the figure held something in his right hand. With the darkness, he came in silence.

Once close enough, the torch light that was stuck on the ground showed the figure clearly and clearly. Blackened fingernails, shabby white clothing, pale blue feet barefoot.

The figure turned out to be walking without a head. The right hand holds an object wrapped in a brownish white cloth. The driver was terrified to see it. Especially when the figure continues to walk closer to the group that rests on the pandan mat.

Blughhh

The sound of things falling, thumping on the grass. The figure dropped the object in his right hand which was held tightly. The cloth that wrapped it was revealed. Finally it was clear, the object that was originally covered in the shroud.

Lik Kani, Dini and Mr. Driver were glued to his seat. No one is capable of sound, all choked, silent a thousand languages. Even Mr. Driver seemed to tremble, and warm liquid wet his thighs.

On top of the grass, a piece of head lay. His hair was curly, skin pale, with a beard full of dried mud splashes. The two tightly closed eyes suddenly blinked, revealing an entirely white eyeball.

"Noonn, demit Noonn," Mr. Driver groaned softly. The smell of pessing was in the air. Dini and Lik Kani ignored him.

"Ngaturaken worship pangabekti kawula," said Mbah Yon arrived while bowing.

"Who are you? Dare to call me, tease me!" the head lying on the grass snapped with bulging eyes. His voice was blaring frighteningly. As well as the wind blowing fiercely, making the torch flame swayed shake for a moment.

"I'm Yono Mbah. Descendants of Mbah Sukro, rewang panjenengan," replied Mbah Yon bowed.

"I came here on the orders of Ms. Sudarsih, the great-granddaughter of Njenengan who is being troubled. His son named Purbo, his tribe Kobeng Mbah, lost their way 'they' who live in this region," continued Mbah Yon.

"I've met him before" said the head piece in a hoarse voice.

"Please guide Nggeh," Mbah Yon said later.

"You already know the risk if desperate to go to the place 'they'? There are promises to be kept, there are things to be sacrificed," snapped a piece of Mbah Kusworo's head. Mbah Yon nodded quickly and incantated.

"The spirit of our descendants, is ready to serve the breed of descendants of the Mbah panjengan," Mbah Yon reassured.

"Come with me!"

Mbah Kusworo's body is moving. His pale, wrinkled hands grabbed the head lying on top of the grass. The figure walked back with his head. Walk towards the old archway with a knock.

Mbah Yon immediately stood up, tailing behind the sinister figure. Mbah Yon did not look at the people behind him who were trembling in fear. In the end, Mbah Yon disappeared amidst the dense darkness of the forest.

"Sir, are you bedwetting?" snapped Early to the Driver, after all the horrors in front of him disappeared.

"Stop Non," Mr. Driver bowed shyly.

"Dih, the body of the doang gedhe. It's like cuil," led by Lik Kani. He also almost fainted in fear.

"It's only natural that you're not afraid Lik. Lha wong is Mbah Buyutmu Lik. Means Njengan, also Mr Purbo is a descendant of the magical people huh?" The driver asked with his breath.

"No idea!" lik Kani replied quickly.

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