Misty Soil

By morning and evening

The anxiety created is mostly the result of actions done alone. But it is different with empty and steep road routes when meeting different realms. Whispers of encouragement that are unable to sort or hold it will be trapped can not get out of there again. Then how to question the poison of the demon revenge of the hatu foggy soot?

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Bu Harun brought some talisman-shaped objects after meeting a shaman in the Southern region. He asked the driver to speed up the speed of the vehicle to where Herman was. Now Aaron brings one or two body guards on his way. Arriving towards the border, their vehicle stopped suddenly to see the figure of an old man standing in the middle of the road.

Mr. Denis came down to him, the old man carrying a hoe on his shoulder looked at himself and pointed with a glaring gaze. Two other body guards standing behind Denis noticed the man's strange movements. The sound of bone cracks sounded loud.

“Pak, please give us a walk” Denis said politely.

The man remained acting strangely, he turned his body revealing a maggot that was on his shoulder. The men immediately ran into the car turning the bow occasionally looking back. Aaron who saw from the inside was frightened to the point of screaming. The air smelled of frankincense adds to the gripping air. Mr. Denis pulled over the vehicle waiting for a warning from Aaron.

“We turn the direction again sir, hopefully the sighting has disappeared” said Aaron while rubbing his head.

“Ya mistress.”

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The call of the ghost demon lashed out whispering temptation. Beben was flabbergasted to see the figure of a woman who was looking at him from the middle of the bush. Beautiful face, red lips blush with long unraveling hair in the wind. He smiled faintly extending a hand then walked over. Unknowingly Beben dropped his book and followed the figure to the Misty Lake. A small pat landed, the figure standing right behind him slowly rubbed his upper back until it felt Beben's chest with a blast of coldness.

“Beben, let's go into Telaga”whispers the ghost figure of Rambe.

One leg had touched the water but his body from behind was pulled by the maid who suddenly appeared there. He shook his head then put in three black peppercorns that had to be swallowed round and round. Beben could not swallow it almost spewed it but the maid kept forcing the material into her mouth.

“Basic you rancid boy. I told you not to approach this place except before getting permission from ku”, said the buyer.

“Sorry sir, I was doing some task observation, Oh yes sir today we're going home."

“I don't need your excuses. Remember one thing, the talisman should never come off or disappear.”

“Ya sir I understand.”

The figure of Rambe waiting for the maid to leave, she still lurks with her revenge. Even broad daylight had no effect on the ghost demon. The movement of the wheel of another world became an unknown mystery. While in a different place, Arya was busy looking at the grave that was near the boundary line of the forbidden forest. The grave was covered by a black cloth, there was a small-sized monument standing tall nearby.

When he looked closer, there were flowers, incense and other strange objects there. The scattered crow adds a haunted impression. He ran towards the tent with a body full of sweat. So did Beben who looked like a frightened person.

“Ben, where are you out of? Why is your face like that?” ask Arya.

“Mmmhh, you look just like me. Did you see ghosts too?” beben turned to ask him.

Beben widened his eyes, he remembered that the task book had fallen upon seeing the figure of a beautiful woman in the forest. Without saying a word, he ran to find the book. Arya did not catch up because Beben was running too fast.

“Huh the basis of the Beben, lest the taskbook be lost” muttered Arya.

It had been an hour that he had been circling around looking for books tucked away in paper assignments and other important sheets. He patted his forehead blaming himself for his carelessness. Even so, he still tried to find but instead got interference from forest creatures.

“Ampun mbah don't bother me!” beben walked down.

The trees waved without any wind shaking them. The air gets colder until no more visible sunlight between the leaves. The thick goosebumps echoed a strange sound making Beben scream in fear. He ran until he forgot where the last time he gave a sign as a direction.

“Argghh!”

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“Ahahah! Thanks bro! you've freed us!” kiki and Man.

The three of them toasted the knocking of the glass filled with red wine with joy. The dining table is filled with a variety of foods, drinks and fruits.

Now that their crime is complete again, Bondan makes Kiki and Man his confidants. They begin to help Bondan run the business as a master takur and help supervise the workers in the rice fields. Sometimes one of them behaves arbitrarily with the citizens who have to pay taxes for them.

“New rules given by the Bondan incriminating citizens only. We must gather to unite the votes so that he does not arbitrarily” said Mr. Edi.

“Ya is absolutely right! Let's demo it to his house!”

Their commotion stood in front of the courtyard in a welcome look of cynical Bondan gelagat folding both hands in front of the chest. He pulled out a keris given by the maid. A sacred object that is usually to help ask for permission to enter the forest and other areas such as has been handed over to him.

“Bondan, we demand justice about the wild tax collection you ask for every day! This is so unnatural!” shouted mr. Edi.

“Don't you guys agree on who the leader in this village is. Those who fight me will be prepared to accept the consequences. Now you all disperse!” snapped Bondan.

Who dares to oppose the figure of the ruler of the new village area then the next day fired from his job as a farmer.

They were forced to accept all the ill-treatment of the man. Seeing the owner's keris, the residents asked each other what happened so that the most important thing could reach his hands.

“I no longer see the presence of the kecen” said Mr. Kadi.

“Yes you are right sir, usually every afternoon he is seen around the village while carrying a container of frankincense in his hand” said Mr. Tedi chimed.