Misty Soil
Take the soul again
Lina threw a vase of flowers at Jon's forehead. Blood flowed on the edge of the body bowing apologetically. He had already resignedly accepted all of Lina's anger. After being satisfied to vent all his anger, Jon was ordered to carry out a second mission. He punched the wound using his tie patiently listening to it.
“Remember if you fail again then I will chop off your head!” said Lina rough-pitched snapping.
“Will I remember and do as much as possible madam” replied.
Jon meets a shaman with one of the body guards located near the red bridge. Their car that was about to approach his house turned to the left side pulled over near the trees. Warid was followed by three of his guards behind him. There was a long-bearded old man wearing a black headband.
“What need did Mr Warid also find the shaman?” muttered.
“Rem, are you sure the old shaman is powerful? From a distance old man near ruan Warid looks ordinary.”
“Yes sir, because according to the news circulating that he is a magic shaman who can kill an elephant from a distance, Mr.”, replied keeper Rem.
“I was ordered by Lady Lina to kill humans, not animals! Then we find another magician.”
“Wait for sir, it's just a parable. Don't you want to know what Mr Warid is doing there?”
“MMhh, now you're smart to persuade me.”
Seeing Warid and his guards leave, they immediately approached the shaman. Suspicious face in welcome a cynical look.
“What do you want?” ask the old man.
“Excuse me Ki, we want to ask for help” said Jon.
“I smell blood, do you intend to kill someone?”
“Excellent, he knew right away before I said it!” inner Jon.
“Sorry Ki, can we talk about this inside?”
Taking the shaman's heart slowly they step into a room made of bamboo surrounded by candles. There was a skull standing at every corner, the creepiest thing on the red table was a skull head incessantly bleeding. He gave Sandika a photo once in a while of enduring the stinging stench of stench on the rant. The shaman received the photo, he fumigated the photo on a small burnt in a sow of various flowers.
“You know who this guy is?”
“He is the son of Aaron Ki” replied Jon.
“She has a white magic protector and is guarded by a terrible black figure! If you want me to kill him then you're dead too!”
“What? But it was Madame Lina who ordered me Ki.”
“Whoever commands you but you will undergo the ritual. This is a list of ritual ingredients that you should bring tomorrow night.”
Along the way Jon pressed his head that felt increasingly painful. His blood was still flowing, he treated the wounds he could not bear to the nearby puskesmas in the countryside. The tear wound must be stitched five stitches. While receiving the prescription, the gaze is fixed on the object hanging above the entrance.
“Sorry sus, if I may know. What is above that door?”
“Hei young man! You don't know what that thing is? It's a talisman so that man-eating creatures don't snatch your blood and flesh!” a patient was very hard.
“Nek, now it's our grandmother's turn to check. Sorry sir, please return one more week to remove the stitches” said the nurse.
Arriving home, Jon conveyed all the words of the shaman Ki Gendeng to Lina. The woman only responded to laughter. A steaming e-cigarette blew right in the man's face without daring to rebel or pull over using his hands.
“Jon, although I look cruel often treat you not well. Life's business can't be as I please in your place. If Sandika dies then my revenge on Aaron has paid off. Tomorrow let me come with you to meet that shaman.”
“No mistress, let me just be there tomorrow” said Jon a little scared.
“Jon, no one can refute or change my words! Now hurry up and find that ritual!”
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...Sandika, I'm still waiting for you here...
...The light dims the shade on the white rose you left behind...
...The beautiful strings disappeared for many years...
...Now there's only a shred of your shadow left...
...-ghost Murga-...
He sows Satan's nails in the foggy lake, the figure of a solitary ghost never interferes with any activities that humans do in the forest or in the lake. Other spacetime eyes felt that the man he was waiting for was going to head to the village. Murga's figure disappeared flying in search of her presence shutting back the dark glow of fireflies.
“Sandika, Sandika” call him.
The man stood at the entrance of the forest, he did not use any illumination or sharp objects as a self guard against the attacks of the forest wild animals.
“Murga.”
Walking the two up to the edge of the foggy Lake, a faint white concentrate disappeared in the light of scattered fireflies. The curse goes on after the two feel each other the same feeling. Humans and ghostly figures met and remained in love, the two of them joined hands with smiles continuing their steps and flying over the giant rocks.
“We are again in the same place. I still keep the beautiful flowers you gave me when I left without saying goodbye. I thought you'd forget me.”
“I will always remember you Murga.”
Cold hand opposite the heat, Murga hid the heat like a fire that burned her palm. She turned back the pain she smiled incessantly letting go of her gaze to the man. The face of the ghost figure he loved shone white in the moonlight.
“Murga, come with me. I'll make you happy.”
Sandika's words tore her heart apart for hundreds of years. On that night he realized that he was just a male worshiper in front of him without being able to own or belong to him.
“Sandika, you go home.”
“What's Murga?”
“Oii Sandika! Where are you?” the cry of Beben's voice from a distance.
Murga took him flying back to the shores of the Lake, a dense white mist enveloping the surrounding area. Highlight Beben's flashlight and Sandika's bodyguards saw him crouching against the water.
“San! What are you doing there?”
The pat on the shoulder disperse his reverie. In the mind of rethinking as if just finished dreaming of meeting Murga or just in his imagination.
“Master, the face of the lord is pale once. The night is getting late, we should return tuan” said Lana secretary.
“San, we will stay at the home of Mr. Babat.”
“Wait a minute, I still want to be here.”
