Edible Oil

5. Bekaji Science

With a feeling of anxiety and fear Baskara pushed bush after bush behind Lamin-the traditional houses of the Dayak tribe-until he finally found a path that leads into the jungle that is said to be guarded by the Dahan Tiger.

According to the story circulating the Dahan Tiger stealth is the twin brother of Muhdar's grandfather who transformed into a Dahan Tiger and lived in the forest that no one dared to enter it except Muhdar's grandfather.

Grandfather Muhdar the oldest person in the village Pondok Labu he lived alone in a simple cottage in the middle of the forest behind the Lamin.

No one knows why Mudar's grandfather chose to live alone since he was a teenager, when both his parents died horribly and his twin brother was killed on the night of a robbery that occurred at his home. He chose to seclude himself in the forest. And according to the story also his brother who was killed was transformed into a demon Tigers Dahan because of a mistake made by his parents.

There are also rumors circulating that said that Muhdar's grandfather chose to live in the forest to lock and keep the Dahan Tiger stealth so as not to disturb the peace of the village and not come out to prey on victims. No one knows for sure until now, everything is just a rumor.

Baskara took a slow breath and exhaled heavily as one leg began to enter and climb the path. The cold began to touch the skin of his body that was covered in sweat as large as corn, if not entangled by blind love for Sania he would not enter the place.

The atmosphere was getting darker and gripping, the sounds of small animals in a hustle with each other said as if welcoming his arrival. There was not a quarter of the journey yet but he could not see anything.

Baskara stopped his steps, he lowered the number-bag made of wicker-woven that had been stuck on both shoulders. He pulled out a torch and a wooden match that was half inside, he swiped the wooden match towards the brown object next to the matchbox.

The torch was lit when Baskara linked the match to the torch he held, Baskara's steps were resumed. Enter and continue to enter into the dense jungle forest.

Gray fog was present enveloping the journey of Baskara who almost reached the middle of the forest. Dark, suddenly the torch that Baskara was holding went out as if it was blown by something. Baskara was silent with a stingy breath and a racing heart.

Baskara did not know where to move, darkness was present enveloping him. He was just standing on the ground that he was standing on right now.

"Aaaauuummmrrgggh."

The hoarse roar suddenly sounded on his auditory senses the longer it became clearer. Baskara's leg joints instantly weakened, he lunglai stuck on the ground.

Something heavy and big pounced on him his body was lying between very large fingers and had sharp and pointed nails. A warm breath and a foul smell poured out before his face, a sticky, foul-smelling mucus dripping down his cheeks.

"Who are you?" Someone asked with a heavy and hoarse voice echoing in his ear.

"Babbas, Baas, Baskara." Baskara said in fear.

"Who told you to come here?" Ask that voice again.

"Ki, Kilana." Baskara mentioned Sania's mother's name.

"Go." The sound of that voice and something heavy gripping Baskara slowly disappeared.

The mist slightly disappeared faintly as the old man who wore clothes from the bark of Jomok and wore a red headband on his head, a necklace strung from various fangs like the fangs of the Boar, wore a red headband on his head, Tiger and nail Bear coiled around his neck. A dragon circle-shaped bracelet made from roots adorned both of his wrists.

From his characteristics he believes that it is the grandfather of Muhdar because this old man is very similar to the characteristics mentioned by his in-laws.

Baskara followed the steps of the old man holding a cane to help him step, although the old man wearing a cane to walk Baskara still found it difficult to catch up.

With a breath that had faltered finally they arrived at a simple cottage in the middle of the forest. Baskara became convinced that the old man was Muhdar's grandfather because he was the only one who had a cottage in the middle of the forest.

"What does Kilana want again?" Ask grandpa Muhdar.

"My mother-in-law passed away a week ago" Baskara said.

Grandfather Muhdar was silent for a moment while looking at Baskara's face seriously. "Then?"

"A, I'm here to get this." With a tremble Baskara put the oil bottle in front of him.

Grandpa Muhdar snorted cynically. "Kilana, Kilana you should have put an end to all this instead of continuing."

"Are you prepared for all the risks?" Grandfather Muhdar stared intently at Baskara after thinking for a while.

"Si, ready Cake." Without thinking long Baskara assented the words of Muhdar's grandfather.

"Rest and eat a lot today because you will have a hard day without food again" said Muhdar's grandfather.

"But Cake-"

Baskara could not continue his speech because Muhdar's grandfather was not in his place anymore he just disappeared. Baskara looked around, surprised when he moved into a room that looked like it.

Near the pandan mat there are very many fruits neatly arranged in a large dish container as big as a rice winnowing tool. The plate is made of ceramic material and has a unique shape and ornament. In addition to fruits, there is also grilled meat available on a small tray.

Baskara took the place of drinking water made from the pumpkin, chugging its fresh contents like ice water. He took some fruit and devoured it after the fruit he then took the roasted chicken and devoured the chicken until it was left unnoticed.

Drowsiness also whack his eyes after his stomach is full, he lay down his tired body and satiety on a brown pandan mat, slowly his eyes that I love begin to close.

"Wake up." The touch of the tip of the stick at his feet made Baskara wake up quickly.

"Follow me!" While gathering as much energy as possible Baskara pursued the steps of Muhdar's grandfather.

They walked away from the cottage on a dark night, far and far away until they reached a waterfall high enough. At the base of the fall of the waterfall there is a large hole so that from where Baskara stands looks like the mouth of a cave.

"You must fast and meditate for seven days and seven nights in there and you must not go out for any reason. On the seventh day you will hear the sound of the gong three times that means your meditation is over, then come out. Now swim there and get into that cave." Grandpa Muhdar's orders.

Without asking much, Baskara immediately jumped into the water and swam towards the direction called by Muhdar's grandfather.