Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapters 13. Not the Sukmanya

Linga tried to ignore the news of what was brought by one of her neighbors where she saw Heru was at Ningrum's house. Although all bad thoughts roam the brain, but as much as possible he ignored them. I don't want to get too caught up in that prejudice.

Lingga set his foot down the streets of this village with occasional rough breaths. Maybe at this time, he is at the most vulnerable point in undergoing all the pettiness of his household. Never touched, never touched as if making it as a very sad wife.

Household life that he thought could release all the lonely shackles turned out to be the opposite. He and Heru lived like strangers. Unhealthy communication, the treatment of a husband figure that sometimes erodes the mind, and words that feel pierced the heart as if dragging Linga into an invisible wound. Only one kept him alive, a message uttered by the late in-laws asking him to stay by Heru's side, no matter what.

Maybe Lingga is too confident if over time, the nature of Heru will change like most of the figure of a husband out there. But it turns out that more and more days, Lingga increasingly feel not know the figure of her husband. Every day there are the roots of disputes and quarrels so that in the end they must be trapped in their respective worlds. Not like a husband and wife but like two strangers living under one roof.

"Restore ...return ...return .... aaarrgggghhh!!!"

Linga who walked while daydreaming, suddenly snapped when she heard a loud screech coming from Prasojo residence. The woman blinked her eyes and tried to link her gaze towards the source of the sound. The phallus was flabbergasted as it looked at the stoic body that was thrashing and held by several people. Curious about what happened, the woman turned her heels to enter Prasojo's yard. The woman stood a little far away from the gathering place of those few people.

"Strong .. conscious Le... Awake it!!!" said Maryati as she rubbed the Strong breast.

"He took mine. Return mine. Return mine. Arrhggghhh...."

Prasojo, Maryati, Parmin and Darmaji who is one of the famous sakti mandraguna still try to win the Kukuh like possessed. But it seems that the power of the invisible creature that controls the Steady body is stronger. The four people barely bounced around so unable to resist the Steady force.

"Bah Dar, what exactly happened to this Kukuh Mbah? Why is it that since midnight, he is often possessed like this?" prasojo asked so curious.

Darmaji stared fixedly at the glare of the already reddened eyes. Then he closed his eyes to trace the events of what had previously been experienced by Kukuh. A moment later Darmaji started to open his eyes again.

"It seems, something was taken by Kukuh while climbing the mountain, Pras. And that's what the invisible creature that was there was looking for."

Darmaji again closed his eyes trying to penetrate another dimension of the human dimension. But just now he was about to try to experience that dimension all of a sudden...

"Stone, Sir. Steady take a stone while climbing the mountain."

The sound of a successful Lingga made the people who were gathered on the porch of Prasojo's house link their views towards the woman. They both gasped when they heard Linga say something.

"Linga? What do you mean by that Ndhuk?" prasojo and Maryati asked at the same time.

The phallus only put on a slightly flat face, for some reason after the arrival of a creature that resembled the Steady, its subconscious was a little sensitive. When he saw the Steady figure that was currently struggling, the silhouettes of events experienced by the man suddenly wandered in his brain. Like pieces of a puzzle that make up an event.

"Before, I believed that this young man's tribe was really his tribe. However, now I just understand, there are other beings who also control the body of this young man. And he asked that what belonged to him which had been taken by Kukuh be returned."

Darmaji. "So you mean...?"

The phallus nodded its head. "Betul Mbah, the Steady Sigma has not fully mastered its body. His work is still held in another dimension. While in front of us this, not the true soul. Except for one of the creatures in the forest that controls the Steady body."

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Hihi hihihi we play a little horror huh Kak.. It's all purely my delusion. But if you hear the stories of climbers it seems like things like this often happen. This is proof that something supernatural actually exists... _____________________________________________________________________________________________