Curse Spell

Wait around

" it's free to see Rara now, with her severe injuries, that would make me weak. I can forget my main goal. I have to wait for the right time, if it's too fast then it's useless everything Rara has experienced. Patience love... "

Dariel chooses to sleep and tries to ignore what happened to his beloved Kayra. Still can't he do. The day is almost morning, the eyes are closed but the mind is still awake. Until he decides to get up and run - a morning run around the hut of a very simple project. Yep... Erlangga sent Dariel to Papua. A newly pioneered gold mining project.

"Good morning Young Master.morning - early morning already run?" Greet project employees who live in the same lodge.

"What is my work schedule today?"

"Today the observation of a new point in the interior of the Ukam area, according to informants there is an old mine that gold content in it is still abundant. His heirs offer at a fairly sloping price, before the transaction we need a survey so as not to harm the company. We'll leave at obscurity. Walk from here and hopefully there are no obstacles because usually the terrain is quite heavy because it rains last night." Pak Rahmadi said the mine foreman explained at length.

"For later transactions, is there a translator?"

"From the seller's family there are those who can speak Indonesian." Rahmadi replied calmly. He actually did not run out of thought because the new big boss sent his son to participate in the opening of new mining land. Besides being dangerous because malaria is rampant, also challenges from local residents who often attack unexpectedly.

So he thinks sending someone important to a project like this is very risky. I don't know what the reason for Big Boss is. He only got information that the second son of his boss is being trained in the mining business. The most frustrating thing he got the task of maintaining the safety and health of the young master. Is she a baby sister? When he got the message from the city yesterday afternoon, he did not expect that this soon his young master had arrived here, by early morning it had arrived. There's no preparation at all. Forced his room he relocated to be occupied by the Young Master, so he had to sleep with four other workers. Amidst his frustration, he wished that this Young Master would not trouble him in the future.

"Young Master want me to make you some coffee?" Tawar Rahmadis.

"Yes, I can." Dariel answered briefly.

Rahmadi immediately made two cups of coffee for Dariel and himself. They enjoy their coffee in silence with the busyness of their respective minds. Dariel realizes his existence in this remote place alone - his papa plan to keep him away from Kayra. He doesn't mind at all. Right now he was thinking of finding the right place to take Kayra later.

While Rahmadi occasionally glanced at Dariel who was silent and drawn as if thinking hard. He breathed deeply. Do not - do not young master is thinking to immediately return to Jakarta. It's ticklish itself. A kid this young where there's guts living in a rubbed-down place like this. There is no adequate facility, even hp signals do not exist at all.

"sir Rahmadi how long has it been here?" Dariel's question broke the mood.

"New five years Young Master." Rahmadi replied a little bragging.

"How many times have the locals attacked the project?"

"About six times Young Master." Reply Rahmadi.

"Are there any casualties?" Dariel asked for info.

"If from us two people die, and five people are injured, if the victims of them we do not know. " Rahmadi answered honestly.

"Have there ever been a peaceful effort with them?" Dariel asked increasingly curious.

"So this place isn't completely safe yet?" Dariel's murmur could still be heard clearly by Rahmadi.

"Yes, that's how it is." replied Rahmadi gamang.

They again busy themselves sipping hot coffee is very delicious in the morning. Coupled with a warm boiled cassava that has just delivered the project cook.

When the clock shows at 10.OO WIT, There are already many people gathered. Rahmadi immediately checked the people who had gathered. Ten men were made up of six armed soldiers dressed in civilian clothes, two geologists with backpacks full of strange equipment, Rahmadi and Dariel.

After the preparations were finished, they immediately set off. Dariel has changed boat shoes, wearing long jeans and a parachute jacket for the anticipation of rain while they are on their way. Not to forget the navy blue hat bucket as his head protector. The carrying of the backpack contains a sufficient supply of food and drink for an estimated five hours round trip on foot.

They walked across the muddy, muddy and very sticky ground. The trail crosses over acres - acres of wild sago trees. The air is very humid and hot. Until unconscious Dariel drinking bottle to toilet, left only a drop of water.

Upon learning that Rahmadi immediately thrust his drinking bottle, but rejected by Dariel. In the heart of Rahmadi cussed, This spoiled child belagu to not want to receive water from his bottle maybe afraid of disease? In his heart he expected his young master to faint immediately from dehydration.

Just thinking about it made him get a level of spirit. But the next one looked at made him even more annoyed. Dariel cut the trunk of the forest tree and drank the water that flowed from it. Rahmadi panicked when she was afraid that it was poisonous. One of the soldiers explained that it was a bajakah tree whose water was safe to consume. After drinking the water from the trunk of the tree, Dariel was fresher and did not feel thirsty anymore.

It didn't feel like they had taken nearly two hours of travel. They began to walk more alert when they began to look at the village residents.

When the wind blows at once a sickening stench strikes them.

"Weekkkk... What's this stench?" Said one of the first geologists to the far reaches of Papua.

"Sssstttt don't be noisy, it's just a graveyard of citizens." Said one of the soldiers.

"Native people never bury the corpse, they just put the corpse just above the para, when it has rotted and live the bones. Later the bones were collected and placed on trees, while the skull was brought home to be used as a pillow." Said a soldier who was very familiar with the customs of the Asmat tribe.

"Ih serem.didn't it be a tuch nightmare." Said the new geologist shuddering in horror.

"Make no mistake, they do it as a form of their affection for the dead. We'd better discuss it later. We've entered their settlement. Stay alert!" Whisper one of the soldiers firmly. They walk in silence until they find a most massive building called Jeu House. Built from iron tree trunks, the roof and walls are made from woven sago leaves. Rectangular stage building with a size of 1Ox15 m. Amazingly, the frame of the building does not use nails or iron at all, but uses rattan roots as a hook. Architecture is amazing by using only the natural wealth of the surroundings.

From within Jeu came twenty young men, carrying a sharp stone-edged spear. While from several stilt houses around the smaller Tysem House appeared the older Asmat tribal man. They also carried spears and stone knives. The men immediately surrounded Dariel's entourage.

One shouted out loud which was completely incomprehensible to any of the people from the entourage. Followed by a simultaneous movement of people - the man brandished a weapon.