Gondo Flower

Chapter 21: The Past

Pov Rina's

I know it's the end of my life, but at least once I wanted to do the right thing. At this time the moon shone brightly, the moonlight broke through the thousands of black shadows that covered this residence, the residence of the Vijaya family who every month held a great ritual.

The bright moon helped me a bit down the path, carrying out my duties as a servant in the service of this family and up to any time like that.

Omah dongko shines brightly from thousands of candles, the courtyard has been deserted not to be seen a sign of someone's presence. Tonight I have to finish my last task, there's no time to wait ', the starch knot has to loosen. I'll give them a little time, until they're really ready.

"Hinyai. in search of ndoro princess"

A servant from inside omah dongko surprised me, he looked messy with messy clothes.

"Why are your clothes?"

"Now, I dare not answer."

The man sat down on the ground, he would not speak the truth. Even though Sumi didn't say it, I knew what was really going on.

"Wake up!! Tomorrow at dawn go to Slamet's house. Bring the one last week with you!" say it to Sumi.

Sumi stood up she slightly bowed assuring my orders, then after her she left me alone in omah dongko.

Now it's my turn to finish what Mr. Sardi said, a failure that should never be repeated. I went into the omah dongko down the wooden hallway and stopped in front of the door that was locked.

Wooden doors as high as 2 meters full of moss and crust, this door has indeed been decades not opened, a secret that is kept tight from human greed. I remember Mr. Sardi dropping a key and asking me to guard this room and not let anyone in.

But it's been years, is it possible that the ban still applies. I don't know what's in there, I have to make sure it satisfies the curiosity that's accumulated over the years.

The old door creaked in tandem with my guts that began to shrink, a musty aroma overflowing filled the nasal cavity. The room was so dark that even the corner was not visible in the slightest, I took out a candle at the front door to help with the lighting, a small light enough to reveal the entire room.

"What room is this?"

This painting reminds me of the memories of 21 years ago when Mr. Sardi was still alive, precisely in 1981 he once invited me to this place.

Memories 21 years ago,

Drizzling rain in the morning, gray clouds shut the wijaya family residence in grief. I was 19 years old then. I was brought to this place when I was 9 years old.my mother is a Mistress who every night goes with her customers, that's when mister Sardi came to offer a hope.

That day was the day that lord sardi lost his wife, he held a kind of ritual to free his wife's soul from his fellowship with bolo laru. But unfortunately the ritual failed, bolo Laru was very angry he tore apart the wife of master sardi in front of his own eyes.

Mr. Sardi could not help but cry when he saw his wife who was so loved died, he swore to himself to finish off the ingon.

For years Sardi Wijaya sought a way so that his alliance with the devil is soon to end, but unfortunately nothing works, once entered into darkness then forever will be enslaved by the darkness itself. Until one day lord Sardi found a way so that his fellowship with this demon could end, he went to the place where he made the first agreement, he went, he brought some of his servants including me to help him prepare for the ritual.

Inside the wooden house in the middle of Ruwah's pedestal, we held a small ritual for the release of her bonds of communion. Hours and even days when the sardi master never left his place, he sat in a circle made of seven flowers.

Our job is to keep the candle burning, the candle is a guarantee for our lives that are performing the ritual. We were not allowed to leave the room whatever the conditions, even though we were disturbed once we had to remain firm for freedom.

On the last day of the ritual, Mr. Sardi asked us to burn a piece of cloth covered in blood, but the strange thing was that when the cloth touched the fire, the sardi master thrashed with pain and spewed out black blood. We stopped immediately but Mr. Sardi was so angry he told me to finish burning the cloth to the end.

Cain had been burned, the roar of a head of the Vijaya family was heard echoing throughout the forest, the sound of a human being dying. Mr. Sardi continued to thrash his chest clawing his own body until his skin peeled off, Black blood ceaseless family of all his senses.

Sure enough, not long after the cloth burned down, the voice of Mr. Sardi was not heard anymore. Sardi Wijaya was lying on the floor with a bloody scourge, although he had just died blue and emitted the scent of burning flesh.

I can even remember her last words, "Don't ever come back!" he spoke brickly with a face holding back the pain, he gripped my arm trying to convey the message, but unfortunately before he finished said his life had died mortal body.

I don't know what I did was right or wrong, but after that we were completely free of bolo laru, the remorse of a husband who is negligent in looking after his family makes me realize that true happiness is not treasure and throne but love and peace of heart.

But somehow Adhitama began a re-union with bolo laru after the sacrifice made by his father, even he could finish off his own family. Since his alliance with the demon Vijaya changed a lot, he turned into a cold-hearted man who thirsted for power, he wanted to be the only one who mastered the base ruwah.

For a long time I have not come to the base of the spirit, whether it is still as scary as before or has changed a lot, but certainly the base of the spirit always keeps a mystery, but certainly the reason of the spirit is always, the mystery of its origin and the mystery of other mysteries unknown to ordinary humans. Even people who have knowledge of kebatinan not necessarily also can uncover the mystery of the mystical place.