Mystical Story

Mystery at Home Eyang Jiwatrisna #1

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...Mystery at Home Eyang Jiwatrisna #1...

When on a long, dark day, I passed by on a train that was traveling to Yogyakarta, while reading a message from an acquaintance named Bagas. He wrote a lot of disturbing stories about my distant brother, Eyang Jiwatrisna, because his life was full of terrible issues.

 

Eyang Jiwatrisna is a former batik cloth businessman who has royal blood of the Keraton, and lives in the forest on the slopes of Mount Merapi. Previously he was known by residents - especially those who live on the edge of the forest slopes of Mount Merapi - as a generous person. However, after the death of her only daughter, she became very moody. Coupled with his wife who had died a long time ago, the heart of Eyang Jiwatrisna was broken. Sadness; a sense of loss; a sense of unwaveringness had taken hold of him, so he asked the citizens to bury his daughter in the back yard of his house, so that he would not feel lonely.

 

Time continued to pass; eyang Jiwatrisna was still unable to rise from her grief and despair. Slowly, the batik business decreased and went bankrupt. Arkian, Eyang Jiwatrisna chose to isolate himself inside his house, as well as cut off communication with the surrounding residents. Since then they no longer know about his situation.

 

After several months, residents - who live on the edge of the forest slopes of Mount Merapi - often find a variety of disturbing peculiarities; where there is a grave that has been demolished - once every few days at random - at the local public cemetery. That continued; until one night, one of the residents discovered - vaguely - that Eyang Jiwatrisna was transporting a corpse in his old pick-up car and disappeared inside a dark forest. Because of the blurry testimony and vision, it had made them hesitant to take action. Given that Eyang Jiwatrisna was a grandfather who was drowning in grief, so there were still many citizens who sympathized with him. However, since then there have been terrible rumors about Eyang Jiwatrisna, who says that he has lost his sanity and deepened a black magic, for a terrible purpose that has not been known for certain

Bagas, as a person who had been close to Eyang Jiwatrisna, felt pity but also feared him. He did not want to get carried away by the growing issues among the people. But unfortunately, he also could not investigate it; for other than fear, but also with the character of Eyang Jiwatrisna who kept his distance from others, other than the part of his family and brother. Therefore, Bagas asked the help of people from the family or brother of Eyang Jiwatrisna to be willing to investigate the truth of the issue.

 

But unfortunately, the big family of Eyang Jiwatrisna many have died. While his brothers have been immersed in their own busy lives, so they do not have time to stop. As a result, only I - as a distant brother of him - was prepared to come. Actually I also can not fulfill Bagas request, if he asked me while still in college week. But luckily, my college week is over and I'm on a long transitional semester break. As a result, I was able to take his call and invite both of my parents to come along. But unfortunately, they were busy taking care of their busy work, forcing me to come alone.

 

After going through a boring journey, I finally arrived at Yogyakarta station. Then I looked at my watch that showed at eight o'clock in the night. In addition, my arrival in Yogyakarta was also greeted by dark low clouds, and began to lower the ice-cold water speck. Kalakian I immediately drove to the main exit of the station; it was there that I met Bagas who was waiting for my arrival. He greeted me warmly and immediately drove me to his car, then rushed me to Mount Merapi. During the trip, I shared my story with him. However, the topic of our conversation was more focused on the terrible issue of Eyang Jiwatrisna, as Bagas had told us.

 

We continued to go up to Mount Merapi; in heavy and short rains; until we began to leave the bright and crowded streets of the people's activities, and enter a dark and dead road. A sign that we have entered a forest area on the slopes of the mountain. More precisely, the forest area that became the place where Eyang Jiwatrisna lived.

At that moment, slowly, the rain began to subside and change with the obscuring darkness. There are no street lights, so the Bagas antelope car lights are the only lights available. Coupled with roads still made of dirt and surrounded by dense forests - no residential residents or signs of life - thus creating an intimidating shadow of horror.

 

After a long time of tracing the dense and dark forest, my eyes finally caught a shadow of a house shrouded by the darkness of night. As we approached the house, I found a large and melancholy Eyang Jiwatrisna house. I could not believe what I saw; a manor house with a shabby mix of Javanese and European architecture and implying a silence and sorrow; surrounded by trees that resembled the shadow of a grim-robed angel and prayed in gloomy language.

 

Arkian, Bagas dropped me off in front of Eyang Jiwatrisna's house. He did not want to linger, for fear of the atmosphere around the house. Then Bagas took his leave and apologized to me; and went and disappeared into the darkness of the night; leaving me alone standing in front of the house of Eyang Jiwatrisna with doubts and fears that are difficult to express.

 

A short time later, an old man came out of the main door of the house. He was about 5'7 feet tall, with a thin and pale body; aged around an early six head; wearing a Lurik Surjan and shabby black trousers; communicating with mourning language. That man was Eyang Jiwatrisna. He greeted me warmly, like a family that had been separated for a long time. Then, he invited her to enter the house, while throwing a smile.

 

...The Atmosphere of the New Residence...

 

Upon arrival at home, I had many conversations with him; exchanged news; until he invited me to take a tour of the house. It was then that I witnessed the entire house of Eyang Jiwatrisna which looked like a seclusion house for the treacherous royal court, with a melancholy mix of European designs, thus creating a mysterious harmony or - perhaps arguably - a veiled horror. In addition, almost in every corner of the room there are oil paintings, wooden ornaments from puppet figures, as well as some family photos of Eyang Jiwatrisna. Suddenly my vision stopped on one of the large photos on the wall of the living room. The photo was of Eyang Jiwatrisna with his wife and daughter.

 

Then, Eyang Jiwatrisna immediately told the sweet memories in the photo, with a nostalgic look wrapped in a haggard smile. I saw it so get carried away and can only be silent. His wife had died when his daughter was 14 due to an accident. Then his daughter followed at the age of 18 due to Leukemia. As a result, I could not imagine the sense of loss within Eyang Jiwatrisna.

 

After touring the house, Eyang Jiwatrisna invited me to dinner together. Without hesitation I immediately accepted his invitation, because I had not eaten dinner either. Arkian, he escorted me to the dining room surrounded by a small lit candle, as well as some photos and paintings displayed on the wall, giving it a classic feel. Then Eyang Jiwatrisna served me a serving of gudeg with yellow rice. She did all that by herself, having no domestic helpers; especially after her batik business went bankrupt. Even so, the food served still looks delicious and gives off a tempting aroma.

Then I devoured all the dishes, throwing some questions at him. One is the truth of a terrible issue - about her - that is growing among the public. However, Eyang Jiwatrisna dismissed all the accusations coldly, and condemned the issue maker as a fool and unemployed who did not have the busyness to live. After hearing that answer, I could only nod in satisfaction.

 

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After finishing dinner and helping Eyang Jiwatrishna clean the dishes and dining table; then he escorted me to a guest bedroom located on the second floor. Upon arrival, I found a four-by-six-meter room with a mattress, an ornamental table, and a wooden cabinet. Eyang Jiwatrisna just drove me to the front of the room; then left a message not to leave the house at night, because many wild animals roam from inside the forest. Then he gave me a large ancient room key made of black metal. After that he left and disappeared at the end of the dark hallway of the house.

 

Arkian, I put all my stuff in the closet. Kalakian laid my body on the bed; hoping to end this grueling night soon. But all that was lost, after I found four large portrait photos displayed on the wall of the room with a position around the mattress. All of the portraits contained people who looked terrible; like corpses in a messy condition and not intact. They all threw cursed gazes with pale eyes. The thing that makes me tick is that the photo looks very alive.

 

I never knew that Eyang Jiwatrisna had a hobby of collecting creepy portrait photos. I didn't even think he had any bad humor, putting all the photos in the guest bedroom. As a result, I tried to ignore it, and planned to ask permission from Eyang Jiwatrisna to move all the photos the next day. Then I forced my uncomfortable self to fall asleep, so that the night passed with full struggle against the intimidating horrors.

 

The next day, after I awoke from my sleep, I found something more astonishing and terrible than what I had thought before. All of the portraits had disappeared and turned into a window of a room overlooking the forest. As a result, I shuddered in horror and my mind began to be filled with a bad wild imagination.