Light 1: Sandekala
Transfranssischo 2's
"Do you know what's beyond that mountain?" ask Shanty.
"Other mountains" I said to make sure.
"Yes. You can clearly see it. The forest is surrounded by mountains. In the middle of the forest stood a mountain. Mount Transfranssischo."
"I don't understand what you're talking about?"
"Wait a minute. I'd like to ask you one more time before I tell you the history of the mountain so you understand" he said. "Do you know what's behind those mountains behind Transfranssischo?"
"That's what you're asking. Where do I know," shurried Siman.
Shanty. Asked me with his eye sign.
Again I just shook my head.
"Far behind those mountains is the ocean" Shanty said. "In 1900, nations from Europe came to the island. They came by ship. A ship docked behind the mountains. The ship was carrying a number of French people. They come to this island to find a beautiful place that has never been touched by humans. Other than explorers, some of them were famous artists. And the best known at that time was someone named Khyatie Transfranssischo."
The name sounded familiar to my ears.
"He is a black, dreadlocked male musician of African origin who always travels to different parts of the world just to find inspiration for his music" Shanty said.
"So the name of the mountain is derived from its name?" ask Siman to make sure.
"But why is the mountain named after him?" my wonder.
"After they had all docked, they climbed up the mountain and arrived in this forest. To them, this forest was like a hidden paradise. The beauty of this forest fascinated them. They all built simple houses in the forest for a long time. The musician continued to observe the forest every day. Looking for inspiration while bringing to everywhere his violin musical instruments.
"A few months later when dusk came, there was a scream. Khyatie Transfranssischo, the musician. The screams came from that mountain. Everyone went to the mountain to look for him, but what they found there was a corpse that had hung its banyan roots with a violin that was still clasped tightly in his right hand. Khyatie died for no apparent reason. Either he killed himself or something else. Shortly before his death, they heard him playing the violin.
"With that incident, every evening arrived, there was always the sound of violin music and the sound of Khyatie laughing. And sometimes they saw the shadow of a very large face on that mountain. Khyatie's face with her dreadlocks. It makes them scared. Finally they decided to leave here and return to their home country" Shanty said.
"Have you ever heard those voices?" my many.
"Sometimes the occult sound of the violin and the sound of his laughter is heard. All the villagers believed that the musician's spirit was not calm over his death because he died when he managed to create a song. But according to the info I heard, that the bark on the tree on the mountain can record sound. The sound will be heard by nightfall. That's why my village always forbids people from talking, joking, singing, and playing at dusk or night."
"Why do you know about the history of the mountain? France ...? Europe ...?" asked Siman in a quip.
"It's not that because I live in a village and my village is not installed by electricity I don't know the technology of today. I know what Radio, TV, VCDs, DVDs, computers, the Internet, and other electronic devices are all about. In the past ... in this village already installed electricity but the incident a few years ago traumatized villagers and decided to release electricity from the village and their lives.
"Actually it is not just electricity, but they do not receive walls for their buildings until even their household appliances do not receive them easily. These villagers do not want and do not want any significant changes. Especially the old people. So in this village only the village office building is made of ceramic floor walls. Only the village office has electricity. There is provided a wide range of electronic equipment for children who want to get to know the virtual world, the world that has been modern. We always study there. Getting extensive information from there so that we can't be fooled by the people of an increasingly advanced city."
"What happened in this village?" manya curious.
"A few weeks after all the residents' houses were electrified, there was a disaster when the last twilight in the summer arrived. All the houses are burning. And ... dozens of children disappeared suddenly. To this day they have never been found. I'm the only child who didn't go missing when it happened."
"Lost?"
"Yes. Some say they fled this village because they were afraid to see the fire that was burning. But there are also those who say they kidnapped something. There was a little boy in this village who said he'd seen kids my age. The boy said they came from upstream of the river using a raft while carrying a drum and hitting it. But strangely, their faces looked blank, idiot. And the boy said that it was the children of the river who kidnapped the village children all this time. Because by the time the boy was in the river, he saw his own friend being taken by them and drowned in the river until they were all gone.
"But I myself have never seen the children of the river, the kidnappers, because the parents never let me and the children out of the house at dusk in the summer" Shanty said. "Especially the last."
I feel like something is suspicious. Kurynia once told me that the village I was looking for was next to my head. But I don't understand what that means?
"Dane ...," called Iza quietly who was sitting next to me.
"What's wrong?" my many.
"Let's see these forest photos on my phone" he said, giving me his phone.
I saw those pictures too. But there is no picture of the forest. There is only a black screen image without objects.
"What's this?"
"I thought the picture failed or the phone's camera was broken. After I tried to take pictures of myself, I was fine. But when I tried to photograph this forest several times the results remained the same. Colored black. This is daytime. With lighting as good as this should be this forest can be seen clearly when I take pictures. But why is that?" wonder Iza.
Then I tried to photograph the forest. It turned out to be true, there was not the slightest image on the screen other than black.
I tried video mode.
Surprising.
Everything black.
"It's so weird" I said.
"Maybe that's why this forest is called a black forest" Shanty said.
I just looked at him in wonder. Ask for answers without asking questions.
"Say old people, every twilight in the summer, this forest will be black. As if it was covered in darkness. Darkness from another world. They say in this forest a lot of demons, demons, jinn and other supernatural beings who dwell. And of those many, there's one kind they're worried about. Sandechala. They came from the river upstream and moved down to the villages below. Every house they passed by to find the village children who were still playing outside the house. It's not a myth or a legend because I've seen the creature myself. When I peeked out of the window of my house, I saw that figure."
For a moment it stopped and slowed down. I noticed Shanty's slow-moving lips. "High ... black .. and carry a sickle ...."
A barrage of bullets just went through my brain. Destroying all other parts of the brain and leaving only a memory hidden among other memories accumulated in my brain. But I finally got that memory to read. I can translate.
Sandeka ...
Katie Transfranssischo ...
Children of the river child kidnappers ...
Those are all the names of the Java Island myths I've seen on the Internet. The black forest, in my dream the forest was black.
I remember what Kurynia said back then.
"Actually those clues have already brought themselves to you. You should look more closely around you. Recall the unusual events in each of your lives. Because all this time the clues were near you. Don't think too far. The village is next to your head."
An unusual event? I remember! That incident. The incident where I first saw the real figure of Sandekala on a banyan tree. Where when I was there, that thing really ensnared me. And true what Kurynia said, there is one place that makes the Sandekalas out of their world and into our world. Actually, the clue had revealed itself. The bird's tracks are becoming more visible.
The village is beside your head, said the one Kurynia, could it be ...?
Next to my head.
Next to the village that first crossed my brain.
Next to the village I first visited.
Next to the forest I once admired.
Next to Teny's village.
Next to the black forest.
At the foot of the ANDEKHALA mountains ....
Another memory read by me. Teny once said to me,
"... There are rumors about the existence of Sandekala in the forest at the foot of the ANDEKHALA mountains. But ...."
My heart was torn apart. Turns right. All this time the clues were close to me. Something I was looking for was next to my head. And it turns out that all this time the bird trail I was looking for was under my own feet.
Everything is finally clear. The puzzle was perfectly arranged. Traces of the bird were already very visible along the way.
"Shanty, what's the name of those mountains?" I want to make sure that this is not a dream or speculation.
"The Andechala Mountains."
Dugm!
My heart can barely hold any more. It was as if a series of attacks I had to accept freely without having time to defend myself.
"And ...," I sighed for a moment.
I saw three astonished faces looking at me.
"What's the name of your village?" ask me last time to really make sure that this is all real.
"Nekala Village."
When it is raining right now, lightning will strike each other. Splitting the dark sky.
Silent moment.
I stood up to catch my breath again. Trying to remove my straight face.
The sun shines on us with light. The clouds that had blocked him were now gone.
The three of them got up from their seats.
"Danny? You okay?" ask Shanty.
"Dane, are you okay?" ask Siman to see me weird.
"Danny, what's wrong with you?" ask Iza to worry.
"Shanty, do you know who the village elder is here?" my many.
"certain. The village elder here is my own grandmother" he replied.
"Then we meet your grandmother! I want to talk to him!"
The sudden serious and cold look on my face made them wonder. I hope all my questions will be answered here.
In this Nekala village.
