Gondo Flower

Chapter 2: Bolo Pathi

The night felt different from the night before, as far as Laras stepped into silence in the residence of the great family of Vijaya, even the servants who usually mill around looked empty none of them showed their form.

The barrel still traces the hallway inside the Jati pavilion, a building specifically made for the barrel to use as its residence. Strangely enough not one family but not living on one roof, as well as the mayang sister, who also lived apart from the main building.

The hallway darkened as one by one the oil lamps on the walls of the house began to go out, the wind blew through between the carvings of wood. Laras stopped his steps staring at the wide open door revealing a long corridor connecting the Jati pavilion with the main building.

Beyond the light of the Moon, the fragrance of jasmine flowers spread to all directions from the expanse of the flower garden in the courtyard of the pavilion. The barrel stared at the row of columns on the right and left of the corridor, black patches splattered on the marble floor and the support pole.

The barrel follows a trail of patches that appear to have dried up, not usually this happens. His family servant will not let the slightest stain on the main building.the barrel steps stopped on the face of the 2 Meter high wooden door, there are many flower carvings that add to the luxurious impression of the main building.

"Snake!"

Laras was stunned to hear a whisper, there was fear from the look on his face.

"Who!!" Panicked barrel no one was there.

"Mr? Sir" call the barrel

"Mrene o nduk!" there was another whisper

The wooden door slowly opened, a creaking sound was heard from the hinge of his rusty hinge. Smelled of rancid smell from inside the dark room, Laras did not immediately step on his feet, there was an indecipherable doubt of his oval face, ayu face with double eyelids.

"Sir?" call Laras again.

"Mrene o gowonen your father!" (*Here bring your Father*) The voice is heard again.

"Synthetic?"( You who? ) asked Laras who was still pecking in front of the room.

There was the sound of booming laughter, a heavy voice echoing throughout the room. Laras' guts shriveled even more, he turned his body towards the Teak pavilion. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw a pile of Wijaya family servants who had been lying lifeless blocking the corridor path.

Baras wanted to scream but his voice was stuck at the base of his throat, his legs frozen motionless.

A gust of wind swept through his body's skin, a cold wind pierced up to the rib cage. The atmosphere changed, the corpse of the corpse lying back on its feet, walking limped towards Laras .

"Father of Tulungi Laras sir". The barrel incessantly spoke though not a word was heard.

"Wes in kandani, mrene o jepuk en your Father"(Here is said, here Take your Father)

Arggkrrr!!

The moaning was clearly heard from inside the dark room, Laras had no other choice, he agreed and followed where the voice would lead him.

His legs can be moved back, he unconsciously stepped into the dark room that he feared so much. Actually, this room is the Hall where all family members gather when there is a big event. However, especially tonight unpleasant air emerged from the room dominated by carved flowers.

In the darkness, Laras tried hard to stop his steps. However, his efforts were in vain.

The candle on the table suddenly lit up brightly, right in front of her Laras watched with his own eyes the person's head hanging in the sky Hall with gaping wound wounds on each of his bodies.

"What's going on?"

Baras incessantly asked in confusion, no matter who he asked. Never seen anything like this.

But there is more to make the barrel shaken, on a large chair, sitting Someone who is wearing typical Javanese clothes, the figure looks very authoritative and charismatic .

But Not that, Laras saw something else, A black hand gripping the shoulder of Wijaya's level, Grinning from behind the dense fur that covered his entire body. A moment later the creature approached Laras who was only 10 meters from the throne, Laras walked backwards away from the creature which is now right in front of his face.

"Ora wants tacon koe, Nduk!"(Don't want to ask you, son!)

The creature stroked the head of Laras with the finger of his hand that was rotting. Barrel shuddered but his body froze.

" Bolo Pathi, ndoro ku darmoloyo wes roto weak kabeh!" (*Bolo Pathi, my master Darmoloyo is flat on the ground all*!) Continue it again

"Darmoloyo?"Laras seemed confused by the words of the creature.

"Welan taun Darmoloyo nyekel Lemah Segoro, Ora ono seng wani disrupt mergo nyowo betake. Mr. mu ancen kemendel, skipping the gate line Segoro seng wiwit mbiyen close rapet in jogo Gangjang Roha!" (Welding years Darmoloyo ruled the land of the ocean, no one dared to bother because of his bet on life. Your father is basically brave, passing through the line of the ocean gate that was once tightly sealed guarded by the Roha Basket!)

"Segoro Gate?" A thousand questions dwelled in his head, completely do not understand what the words of the creature who claimed to be Bolo Pathi.

"Not kandani ndukk, gowonen your father seko Alas Ruwah. Ganjang liyane will demand the bales of Ratu Ranggas."(( I'm giving you advice, son. Bring your Father home from Alas Ruwah. The other basket will demand the Queen's reply.)

Again the barrel was silent, everything said by bolo pathi seemed confusing.

Jamb..

Unexpectedly, the black hand hit Laras' heart until it pierced through his spine, Thick blood soaked the dried red floor, Baras fell off of balance.

...***...

Inside the room of the Teak Pavilion, Laras was stunned. Sweat drenched his entire body. He was screaming hysterically making noise in the middle of the night of the full moon. The servants who heard Laras' yell were moved towards his master who had just woken up from a nightmare.

Not long ago, his father Wijaya also came to the Jati pavilion which was crowded with servants, behind him two women carrying copper bowls covered with red cloth. The authoritative steps of a family head came to a halt in front of a room full of screams.

"Segoro!! Segoro Gate" Shouting barrel.

The woman carrying the copper bowl came and placed her luggage on a wooden table carved with Cambodian flowers. It Helps calm the Baras who still thrashing on the Red Curtain Bed.

Wijaya stepped forward, pressing the Five nerve points of Laras' head. The sound of his screams grew louder, his eyes glaring full of rage.

After being calm enough Wijaya forced the barrel to drink a thick Red liquid from the copper bowl, Laras according to gulp down completely.

The liquid went into the barrel body, it was rumbling in pain. The servants held the body of Laras who thrashed the thrones of diabolism. Clear liquid flowed from his eye patch, due to pain that had sliced the iris every inch of his body.

Wijaya stuffed Laras' mouth with his hand so that he would not spit out the liquid. Baras resigned there was nothing he could do. Every full moon he had to experience the same thing, the same dream kept repeating itself. There was no other way, that was the price he had to accept as the Demon Container Alas Ruwah.