IRENG NIRMALA CANTILE

Part 54: The Story

“Ki, thank you for helping me, I beg you to continue our journey”

“It should have been as his creation we helped each other”

“Thank you very much Ki, has given us a ride to stay I promise to visit the battery again” said Bara

“Haahahaaa, you should never have any thoughts of returning to this forest. Remember that in front of there is not something easy to be torn down but a darker darkness than the darkness of a thousand nights” Ki Ageng gives a message while staring into the forest

“Jaida, only you can afford to stop the cantilevered weft, use your wisdom as best as possible the lives and safety of your friends are in your hands, if you are wrong in determining your choice with your friend will be the next collision and stack the cantile ireng will continue to meet bonggole (root)”.

“Well thanks for the wejapannya”

On the orders of Ki Ageng, Qaeda planted keris given by the dathuk as a protector as long as they are in the forest. This trip felt easy for the Qaeda like this forest was no stranger to him and like something was leading the Qaeda to find the place where Nirmala was.

“Stop looking at me” said Pras cooler who had started to feel that Kanthi was always stealing glances at him

“Cieeeee after this will be made nih” Ledek Bara, which makes Kanthi blush embarrassed. Pras stared intently at Bara who made Bara soy sauce instantly. Kanthi's puffed-up cheeks held back laughter as she watched Pras' pale face turn into a confused face or perhaps salting more precisely.

All of a sudden, Qaeda stopped his steps, before him was plastered a woman with a face and his entire body was covered with wounds and ulcers his eyes were almost dislodged from place.

“What a creature is Jeda?”

“Entahlah Kanthi seems to be one of the inhabitants of this forest”

Surely the energy of the creature makes all the demits in the forest arrive, now the forest where Jida and his friends are already filled with various demits.

“Let me just” Pras offer to fight the woman's demit, suddenly the sound of gamelan. The female Demit began to wiggle her body following the gamelan sound that was out of nowhere. Demit-demit who was around the forest seemed to enjoy the dance performed by the female demit. The woman's demit was uterus dancing around Pras' body as well as her expression showing different facial expressions. There was no conversation between the two, just a visible facial expression maybe it was the way they communicated with each other. The longer the intonation of the gamelan sound the faster and louder the eardrums of Qaeda, Kanthi and Bara buzzed. Followed by the demit dance movement that is getting faster and his facial expression that looks very, very angry. This happened long enough, until finally the gamelan slowed down and the woman's demit slowly disappeared as well as other demons.

“What happened Pras? What does the woman want?” Ask Bara. Pras's face increasingly looks riled up with Bara's question but Pras chose to be silent and not tell anything to Bara and the others.

Pras returned to the back row and asked Jaeda to continue the journey. Sometimes Kanthi turned to Pras just to make sure that Pras was okay. But as if he did not want to be seen by Kanthi, Pras lowered his face.

It was getting dark, the sound of forest insects began to sound rain water stubs that began to fall making the ground slippery and muddy.

“How's Pras? You know better what's in this forest" Bara asked

Pras was silent for a moment trying to think, what was ahead that was likely bigger and more dangerous. Pras finally decided to spend the night in this forest, although Pras actually hesitated if he had to spend the night in this place but Pras did not want bad things to happen again.

Pras chose a tree that is shady enough to reduce raindrops.

“Pras, is this place safe for us?” Kanthi asked a little hesitantly, ever since the presence of the female demit Kanthi felt unease like something was threatening her.

“At least here is better than we have to continue the journey in the rain”

“I agree with the opinion of Pras, the terrain we go through is a little difficult if we misplace our feet will slip into the ravine”

Denngan heavy heart Kanthi follow the proposal of his friends, although in fact Kanthi very-very uncomfortable and his chest began to feel tight.

Pras looked at Kanthi sitting next to the man who had just met him, how he could sacrifice himself for the woman he had just met. The sacrifice Pras made for Nirmala alone made her a curious ghost.

“Pras, what makes you willing to help me find my mother? Do you know my mother?” Suddenly the question came out of the mouth of al-Qaeda

“Yes, I was your mother's childhood friend when me and your mother were in the omah parlour. But your mother didn't know me, because I was adopted by Dathuk”

“So Dathuk your foster father?”

Pras nodded

“But Pras, why does your face still look young, is not it calculated that your age is forty?” Ask Kanthi curiously

“I died at my young age”

“Pras, may I know why you are here?” Ask Jida doubtfully

“I was one of the victims of the cantilever collision Ireng Nirmala, from the beginning I met Nirmala when in the home omah I felt attracted to her but I did not have the courage to just get acquainted with Nirmala. Until when I was adopted by Dathuk I still often come to the omah of the orphanage to just see Nirmala. Until finally Nirmala was adopted by the Catra family my feelings began to feel bad I felt if there would be something bad that happened to Nirmala. But seeing Nirmala's face the more beautiful I fell in love with Nirmala. Knowing that I had put my heart to Nirmala Dathuk prevented me from meeting Nirmala and throwing away my feelings for Nirmala. But I still insist on making Nirmala my wife, Nirmala the first girl I love. Love has blinded my eyes, I do not care anymore the warnings that dathuk give me even more challenging. Until one day I had the opportunity to express my heart to Nirmala, as if Nirmala had a dream to receive my love. I was very happy at the time, and did not want to waste the opportunity I intended to propose to Nirmala. In the room where we used to make love spilling all our passion, Nirmala made me food for her ingon named singolangu. But thanks to the knowledge of kebatinan that I had learned from Dathuk I could rise from my death and fortunately my body was still intact and I promised myself that I would stop the cantile Ireng nirmala ”