Karuhuns

Part 47: Ayi Kayas Gandaria

They prepared a room that was bigger than mine, maybe this was the hall they used to gather around 5 x 10 meters, not too big, but not too small either.

In this room there is nothing, only empty rooms, no benches, tables or carpets, the pedestal of this room is only cement that is well leveled.

There was already glass brought from my room, it was leaned against a wood that had legs so that the glass could be supported perfectly.

I stood facing the glass, the door of this room was locked from the inside, outside there was Mang Nariman, Pram and the entire population, they decided to take care of me from the wide, wide, what a very good village to take care of me even though I just knew them.

I still wear purple kebaya and Ayi Kayas's rags, my hair is just a ponytail.

“Assalamualaikum Ayi Kayas.” I greeted him from the mirror, silence, no answer, the reflection of the glass was still me.

“I know you're there, come to me, let's talk.” I persuaded him, but there was still no answer.

I turned back, because I remember the moment he showed himself to me was when I turned my back to the mirror, because a resident knocked on my door, so I repeated the position.

I looked back with the reflection of the glass from my cell phone.

5 minutes later, I saw that the mirror was reflecting someone who turned his body, from the position of the back of the mirror to face the mirror, even though I had not turned to face the mirror, when her face was seen from the reflection of my phone screen, I knew it was Ayi Kayas, she showed herself to me.

Then slowly the reflection in the mirror came out, first his hand was visible, then his feet, after which his whole body was already standing behind me, he patted me on the shoulder, I turned around, he wasn't there, he was, there was no one behind me, I looked around, Ayi Kayas was already at the door, she sat down and sang a special song of Sunda, people say nyinden, and she sat down, I don't know what that song is, like this she sings.

Steamed bull mengan ka gig

Ka goddess of the pohaci

Ka batara the dewata

Sanghyang goddess of the earth

The sabuana panca middle

Ngabakti ka mahah sage

I just watched her, stood up straight, I didn't understand why she had to miss at a time like this, but the one thing I knew was that her voice was so beautiful, whoever heard it, they were bound to get carried away, he continued his song.

Neda the mercy of Sampurasun

Ka gusti nu compassion

Bahala ka duku wikasi

Mugi hiri is spiteful

Sing sami ngajaring

Ngajaring hyang premesti

After he finished waking up, the danger was the same as me, as well as the rags he wore, but his hair was very neat in the konde with a skewer of gold, so beautiful, so beautiful, her face is very beautiful even though it looks pale, her height is the same as mine, even her posture, we are like two people who are the same when from behind, because our posture and attitude are similar, which is different only our faces.

“Rajah Kidung Rahayu, I often tidied it in a nyinden way to make my husband calm at night, because he sometimes can not sleep well, the pain is so long and agonizing, I don't mind if I have to always take care of her with my hands, I was able to leave everything behind just to take care of her, she really liked this Kidung Rahayu, she said my voice was so beautiful. Even this kidung I'm rapping when I finally have to kill him.” He was silent for a moment, approaching me, our distance was so close that I had to retreat because the heat instantly ambushed my body so close to him.

“What about Malik? Does she like Kidung Rahayu too?” Ayi Kayas said with a slight sly smile.

“What do you want?” I asked, I don't want Malik to get into the discussion between the two of us.

“Making sure you're married to Pram, that's my job in cash.” He said firmly.

“You are not God, my soul mate is not you who decides!” I took out the bar, I felt the heat getting higher.

“I am not God, but I am your ancestor, even your blessings decline from me, I choose you, then you must obey my orders.” He started taking out the same bar like me.

He attacked me, pulled out his palm from his right hand towards my neck, I caught his right hand with my left hand and drew the palm that was in my right hand towards his neck, hit it! He retreated, then made a movement of the horses.

“You will be as lucky as I was if you chose Malik, he was a weak man, he could not protect you from the attack ‘they’ you will be a fighter alone, even you will be destroyed alone, you will be destroyed alone, posterity is just a dream for you!” he attacked me again.

This time the target was my face, I lowered my head, the same second I hit his stomach, hit again! He retreated.

“Even Malik would be fine without you, but Pram? He will forever be a loser but Ayi Mahogra, do you have the heart?” Ayi Kayas did not stop babbling.

“Shut up! A perverted stupid woman!” I laughed, he was surprised and angry.

I had to make sure that his head was off his body with me, as well as myself, my weak point was my neck. Then one of us who is able to remove the neck from the body of his enemy will be the winner.

I this time attacked him first, aimed a punch against my bachelor, he unleashed every attack with a counter-attack.

We continued to fight without pause long enough, I was battered in my face and body, deserved the Ayi Tirung lost to him, I could be battered like this, because indeed the opponent was me.

I was silent for a moment from exhaustion, wiping the blood coming out from the left side of my mouth.

I thought for a moment what could make this enemy of mine lose in a landslide, should I ask the help of those outside?

I retreated to knock on the door so they could help me, because honestly this woman and I are really one and the same.

“They've fallen asleep all over, some may have fainted from hearing me nyinden earlier. Wh why? You can't face me alone? How about make an agreement?” He offered something that made absolutely no sense.

We are the same, he has everything I have, my strength, my courage and my intuition, so we are in a serial position.

Oh yeah, I know!

I ran towards him flicking my beureum karembo and hooking it around his neck, pulling the karembo tightly towards the back of his body, I strangled him with my karemboku.

I kept trying to move forward so that the karembo giggles were getting louder, while he held the giggles with both hands holding the karembo around his neck, he tried to take off, I continued to advance with all my might, I will finish him no matter what happens, this spirit must disappear, because every one who dies his soul has returned to his Lord to account for his deeds on this earth.

But Ayi Kayas is different, she is a sickly spirit, not accepted by the earth or sky because her life is devoted to the devil, a real enemy.

That is our difference, he is no longer an Ayi Mahogra, but he is a slave of the devil, then my weapon is not a kujang, but a karembo which is a symbol of the glory of an Ayi Mahogra, I do not see it has a karembo, I do not see it has a karembo, because karembo feels hot for the devil, while he is a servant of the devil, karembo disappears along with the disappearance of the glory of an Ayi Mahogra on him.

I continued to pull karembo, until I finally saw him in pain, burning karembo and also tormented by a giggle.

“Go to hell!” I pulled it in a strong pull and instantly, the spirit collapsed, falling along with the disappearance of part of the body, then all, accompanied by broken glass, glass that became the nest, the glass broke into pieces.

Because of the sound of the glass breaking, those outside all got up and knocked on the door, and before long the door opened, Pram went in first, and, I smiled as I fell to the floor, badly injured and exhausted.

“Seira! Seira!” Pram propped up my body and called out to me, I just felt his burly hands carrying me and all dark. Even in your arms I still miss that guy so much.

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“Pram ... “ I called Pram who was sitting below, I was already in my room, in this Land of Fighters residence.

“Quin.” Pram approaching.

“Mana purple kebaya and its rags?” I asked, because I saw I was wearing another outfit.

“There, being cleaned.”

“Burn Pram, I don't want his clothes to be a cult item, because people think it's a sacred item, even though it's just ordinary clothes.”

“Alright, Quin do you know, you and him fought for so long, about 2 hours, and stupidly we all fell asleep, some even fainted and had a long break.”

“Yes I know, I tried to signal you guys because I needed help, but no one heard, he already put you to sleep.” I breathed, because everything was past.

“Look at yourself Quin, you're battered, bruised everywhere, are you going to keep going like this?” Pram asked.

“I won't stop until I find the answer Pram.”

“Married to me Quin, let's fight together.” Pram holds my hand, not a romantic proposal.

I held his hand ... “Pram .. I ... “

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Author's Note :

Seira and Malik are two people who love each other but are not able to be together, then are they finally together?

Next part that miss Malik, Malik will appear in part 48 yes, do not forget Like, comment trus help the Author with a vote yes.

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