METAPHYSICAL WAR
The moon 14
The moon 14
The night on the day of his grandmother's death, Raduma was difficult to sleep, he was more often daydreaming and at the peak he cried until his body shivered like an epileptic person at 23:30.
Crying is not a bad thing for a man, it is wrong to say inappropriate words, defy God-given destiny or to feel sorry for something that has happened, is not it crazy ?
Five minutes after the incident, his body calmed down again until his hearing felt sharper. Suddenly he rose from the thick bed that already seemed a little howling here and there.
“What's that sound ?“
Faintly heard the sound of a tiger growling for a few seconds then turned into the sound of a wall scratched with a loud screech.
Raduma's feathers stood up, his eyes sharply watching the surroundings, the windows of the room, the door and the direction of the kitchen, what is it ?
He walked from the mattress to the kitchen, stove, pile of laundry, dishes and glasses look ordinary until he walked slowly towards the stairs that lead to the attic where the clothes are dripping with a slack.
“Do not sleep late at night Nak.“
Someone said from one of the uppermost steps, the condition was dark and only illuminated by the moonlight that night on the 14th day, where the moon was in a perfectly bright round position.
“Arghhhh !"
Raduma shouted loudly as he raised his face towards the topmost staircase, he found a Grandfather in old clothes was sitting floating and his right hand on his left hand and on his waist there was a small jug.
Bucket by the door, a broom hanging, was knocked over by Raduma who ran down the alley due to fear of dying towards his room. He rushed to take a blanket while his body was limp not playing and difficult to just make a sound.
While the sound of the wall scratched felt closer, Raduma could only resign and hold the red blanket left by the two parents, until finally he fainted unconscious and woke up again at 01.00 in the morning, the creepy voice was gone, changing the sound of crickets from the back garden of a neighbor of the Chinese.
For fear of being in a room that is located adjacent to the kitchen and the stairs of the attic. He moved to the living room until at 01:30 he fell back asleep with only worn-out carpets, blankets and yellow cotton pillows.
The next day, he woke up in a state of all his joints felt linu, he did not even immediately take a shower even though that morning had shown at 07:23. Knowing waking up late finger typing mobile phone screen in front of the porch of the house.
“My Sony pack today permission not to go to work due to illness, thanks."
Not even his right thumb touched the send button. His eyes were sidetracked by the existence of the little children who laughed cheerfully awkwardly playing in front of his house, about three seconds later the motor with high speed came from the right direction. Being commonplace in the Raduma region there is no police sleeping so that the motor can go fast.
“Awas...motor !" raduma shouted at the children who played while rising from the terrace floor of his house.
But he was surprised not to be trapped, the motor just drove through the children's bodies. Raduma's heart felt jolted like when he went up the road uphill and down instantly.
Apparently Raduma did not realize that the children he saw turned out to be subtle creatures from among the jinn. He could not even distinguish them from humans, very similar.
A moment when he shouted the motor user stopped and turned to raduma with a tone of wonder.
“What's kang ?"
“That sir, I saw the kids playing in the middle of the road, you see no ?"
“Masa ? Where...?“ said the motorist who started to get a little scared. “Waduh it may be a subtle creature kang, hiii..."
“I-yes maybe."
The motor gas was pulled back by the sign that the motorist had left Raduma on the side of the road in front of his house while Raduma was confused by the strange events that happened to him, he began to realize that something was wrong with him.
“What is this,” whispered Raduma in the heart.
He re-entered while closing the iron gate, which he finally lubricated with used oil because it was very jammed. Ginger plants, cassava trees two stems and elephant ears he flush from the hose water brought from the edge of the house where the bicycle storage is directly connected to the kitchen and bathroom.
Reluctant to drag on thinking about strange things, he tried to distract him by watering plants, sweeping and mopping the porch, although the real fear was still felt, even though the real fear was still felt, even he occasionally looked in the middle of the road where the little children had played because of the worry of reappearing.
Finished in order, in the afternoon he lay on the porch of the house while looking at the ceiling which appeared to be a spider web. Spoiled by the wind and the voice of the radio broadcaster who delivered the news that there was an assassination of one of the government agency employees tasked with combating corruption, in central Java.
The perpetrator fled and police had difficulty identifying the face of the perpetrator who was recorded cctv poor quality. Gradually Raduma turned a blind eye and imagined the face of the slain government agency employee because his figure was indeed familiar and often appeared on television as a spokesman.
Unexpectedly, the originally dark one suddenly Raduma saw a small light in front of him, the light grew to become a location that he himself did not know where it was.
As if watching a video, Raduma continued to move forward until he found someone whose face resembled that of a murdered government agency employee, in his vision the officer known as Juli was about to enter a house no 14 but suddenly he was shot from behind by a tall, thin man and wearing a jacket that read California.
Sontak Raduma shouted, intent to call the surrounding residents but he only realized that the residents he called could not hear it.
“This dream ?“ muttered Raduma in wonder.
“But I can feel and move the body, this is not a dream."
At that time Raduma also opened his eyes slowly and realized that it was not a dream but a kind of laugh and go to the past. Because the time of the murder did happen yesterday right along with the death of his grandmother.
“Ngimpleng, I can do ?“ raduma said that the word ngimpleng is more meaningful to laugh in the local language of origin where Raduma was born.
In order to confirm his conjecture, he tried once again to close his eyes and concentrate on remembering the face of the offender that he saw clearly in the first one. His teeth were shaky and there was a mole on his chin, every curve of his face he remembered in detail.
A minute or two passed and finally the little light appeared again, slowly becoming as big as five hundred coins, the stronger it concentrated the greater the light it saw and finally opened up completely. Apparently the perpetrator was doing his daily activities as a parking lot in a shopping center.
Raduma was a little incredulous, how could such a person be willing to kill someone so vilely. Because he wanted to find out which area he saw Raduma continue to move in the air like a drone camera to find the address, the saba ayem road in central Java, he said, the address listed on the shop meubel banner not far from the location of the shopping center, feeling successful in getting the position of the perpetrator, Raduma decided to end his implant trip, so that the, he only intended in the heart to return to the original position, then gradually the visualization that appears before him again conical to become a point of light as at the beginning.
Only ten minutes he did the implant but his sense of power was like lifting a sack of miles. His chest felt a little heavy, a little dizzy and dehydrated probably because the implants required more energy.
His presence is not known Raduma, suddenly he has opened the gate and entered the terrace of the house while Raduma again lay his body on the white ceramic floor after seeing a glimpse of Tobi who opened the gate.
As a close friend, Raduma did allow Tobi to come to his house at any time and do not hesitate to consider his house as a second home.
“Eh...make sleep,” says Tobi nudged Raduma's big toe.
“Cape Tob, watch television," replied Raduma not seriously. He considered that the implants he had just done were like watching television or video.
“Waduh Just watch tivi kok cape ?"
Raduma was silent for a moment thinking whether it was necessary to tell what he had just experienced or not ? but finally he decided to tell it because Tobi he values can keep a secret.
“Tob, we go to dalem.“ first Take Raduma who rose from the fall.
“What's up ? Aya naon ? and ono opo ?“
The door was opened and the mourners' parcels were still lined up next to the seats and even worn-out carpets, blankets and cotton pillows had not been neatened.
“Many also bring parcels well.“ Chimney Tobias.
“Take the one you want Tob, free,“ reply Raduma while lifting both feet on the chair.
“Okay who's afraid,“ joked Tobi while laughing.
He picked up a black parcel with his face, which Tobi did not know was his own.
“That's the parcel you brought yourself yesterday Tob hahaha."
“Yeah, haha let no one else see either."
The two laughed as they opened the biscuits in the parcel, and a serious conversation began.
“Tob, have you ever seen anyone able to glare to a very distant location in the movies ?"
“Early, indeed why ?"
“Well this, you can believe it or not, you can do it.“
“Hah ? Time sih.“ Tobi was surprised, the biscuit he was holding slowly he put on the table.
“Serius, ane also felt wonder why it was so kayak gini, since Grandma's death, strange things on appeared, kayak was malem, ane heard the sound of a tiger in this house, and, then look at the figure of grandfather-grandfather bring a small pitcher but from his clothes anyway like people first.“
Hearing that, Tobias glanced to the right and to the left, feeling a little afraid of the condition of Raduma's house, plus the window curtain was not fully opened so that there was minimal light in the room. It is natural for someone who has never experienced anything mystical in his life.
“Waduh, so goosebumps bro,“ said Tobi rubbed the nape of his neck.
“That's the incident in this house ?“ ask again.
“In the square !" snapped Raduma with an annoyed face for a moment then smirked. "Yes in this house."
“Jirr Take Tobias.
“No need, just here. It's still daytime, although actually ane is also a little afraid anyway if the day is malem."
“Ya it's already later tonight just in the cave house okay ?"
“Ide nice, but-but Tob, the most astonished, was just so I could look up to Tob after a series of strange things happened."
“When ? Before the cave came ?"
“Iya, initially just lying down while listening to the radio, there are still news of the killing of anti-corruption officials. That's loh, who likes nongol in tivi as a jury talk."
“Oh the Pak of July it ? Waduh just found out he died, innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji'un, so sorry."
“Keep how the story can be to laugh," asked Tobi curious.
“Sambil rem ane only shadow his face, uh suddenly appeared a small light, little by little enlarged the light until it became a picture of the location where he lived, the cave became a tivi watch."
“Wah can like that yes, beyond this reason it can not be enlightened,“ said Tobi shook his head, amazed and astonished.
“Try later mallem in the cave house, you try again bro, how ?"
“Boleh, but dah ngimpleng like that tuh it feels like already coarse porters, cape pisan."
“There must be a way to anticipate it, think about it,“ said Tobias punching Raduma left shoulder.
Raduma was silent but his mouth did not stop chewing the chocolate biscuit as if he had forgotten that he had a history of toothache.
“Had, forgot this chocolate. Ente anyway chat mulu.“ Raduma punched Tobi back after realizing that the chewed from earlier was a chocolate-flavored biscuit.
“Eh close the cathel ! Kan you who chatted first.“ Canda Tobi continued with a laugh off the two.
