Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 12: Mr. Kuntoro and the Insider

Ravana placed his Personal Computer tube on the floor. "Wait here" he murmured to Fransita.

But Fransita hugged her waist from behind. Ravana sighed.

"What else,"

"Many voices are asking for help here! Anyway I don't want to split a second from you!"

"I'm just going to the electric substation, 2 meters away from you!"

"2 meters is far!"

"God..." Ravana sighed in annoyance. "Who would bother you, my astral fellow, anyway,"

"I told you I'm alive!"

"Then what are you?"

"It's dangerous to say that here, we're being observed,"

"Yes I know. This place, the nest..."

Ctakk!!

The dim lights are on.

Pockmarks.

Everywhere.

You could say the place was crowded with black faced pocongs.

Ravana. I want him to take his eyes off. But 'they' are crowded. The empty area is only the area that Ravana had passed as a route of entry.

"My Lord," murmured Fransita.

In an instant, the woman understood why the old building was only built up to the 7th floor even though the foundation was for 30 floors.

Those who were there, who filled the 3000m2 floor, were Project Victims.

The other half were deliberately grounded, while the rest were people who died while working there.

"The work of the old owner, and finally the owner also died in this building," Ravana snorted while trudging towards his PC. Trouble because di'ganduli' Fransita.

"It's really disturbing, man," the boy grumbled.

"You're friendly with other girls, why aren't I?!" sahut Fransita's.

"I am lazy to be friendly with other dimensional beings, they like to be mistaken with human friendliness" said Ravana while tweaking his PC.

"You didn't bring the screen here, how could it go on"

Fransita did not finish the sentence, because a beam like a projector came out of the PC. Display a work activity along the wall.

"I'm using an internet connection cable from the old building. Not going to be random in the real world. Hehe,"

"In other words we are currently inside..." Fransita twirled her fingers.

"In the wall, where the victims were buried," Ravana continued. Then his eyes glanced at the white-cafed creature in the middle, the largest at the highest, until the top of his head bond touched the ceiling which was 3 meters high. The creature that was meeting Ravana at that time in the lobby, whose foul smell was very pungent.

Mr. Kuntoro, the old owner of this damn building.

The figure grinned towards Ravana.

"You are our hope to be free from here" he hissed in a hoarse voice.

He wanted to go home to his family, to see his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. But like Mbak OG, suddenly he was interested in returning to this building.

"I also want you all to get out of here. But I was instead targeted for murder,” grumbled Ravana.

“That's her wish. Your existence here is a threat to him,” said Mr. Kuntoro, “We cannot fight, his word is command,”

Fransita whispered, “Padahat was the target Reynaldy, instead so turned to you,”

“Pak Rey is also a threat, but suddenly I came,” Ravana sizzled while tinkering at the computer. “Hm..” and he thinks while staring at the wall.

“Easy?” fransita gumam.

“Iya, the hacker hacked Mr. Yanto's computer, and diverted all files to. email Mr. Rey,”.

“Nah!! Meet the villains!” Fransita enthusiastically pointed at Ravana's face. The young man clucked as he brushed aside Fransita's index finger.

“I'm not sure,” said Ravana

“Loh?”

“It's so easy, as if he was trying to slander Mr. Rey to get fired,”

“Ah Ribet is! My life is complicated! Know that I choose to stay at villa Eyang Gandhes many demons, rather than follow you!” Fransita Omel.

“Hah?”

“Eh,” Fransita was silent and glanced at Ravana, it seems that she slipped.

Silent.

“We really need to talk more seriously,” hiss cynical Ravana after a few seconds later. Fransita just lowered her head while pounding awkwardly.

“How, have there been results?”

Ravana rubbed his chin with a sigh, “Susah turned out. What is clear is the villain from the 15th floor,”

“Your own area, dong?!”

“Hemmmm, could be,” Ravana looks doubtful.

“How the hell do you know it?”

“I used the old building's internet port embedded in the wall, because if using the same optical cable from the new building, he could tell that I was looking for him. But I need a signal from the 8th floor, the floor above us. That's why I'm heading to this 7th floor,”

“It turns out to be untraceable, so you have to find out through a wider network,”

“Sure, but I hope that's the last option. I don't want to use Papa's connection,”

“Why?!”

“Because judging from the source, it looks like the one who bullied us is one of the people from the parent company, because his ip address comes from Mas Trevor Building,”

Ravana grinning, “Person in,”

Fransita looked at the young man in front of her tensely.

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"We go back to the world of reality" murmured Ravana.

"It's not that easy" said Mr. Kuntoro.

Suddenly the entire astral line began to draped around them. Fransita again grabbed Ravana's arm tightly.

"This is what I'm afraid of! Can get in can't get out!"

"You what?" rahwana.

"You're our hope to get out of here, but he's got nothing to do with it,"

Everyone stared fixedly at Fransita.

"Duh" Fransita complained.

"He's part of me" Ravana said.

"You're here already is a distraction for us, so there has to be a fair pay. You have to give us a collision,"

Fransita was suddenly dazed, "My energy is running out. If my body is weak, easily possessed by others" Fransita whispered.

"Yes you go back there,"

"I'm locked in here, they don't let me out,"

"There are anyways," murmured Ravana while supporting Fransita's body with one hand, while the other hand carrying a PC.

"What if I give chicken too?'

Mr. Kuntoro chuckled. Believe me, it was horrible at the time. Not to mention the tension of the atmosphere that occurred. "Our prices aren't as low as Office Girl's,"

Ravana sighed. "So what do you want?" He was almost impatient.

“That, that lost soul, Can join us here,” with his gaze he leads to Fransita.

“Can't, you're not entitled,”

“You know, when you step here, you're not protected by anything. Your troops are left behind in reality,” they are getting close to encircling Ravana.

“Oh, so?”

“Yes pardon, it's worth it since it looks like there's less! Sure enough, there is no khodam,” Fransita complained.

“So, no one is protecting you, right now. If you don't want to give him up, you'll stay here too. By surrendering you, maybe we can be free,” said Mr. Kuntoro.

Ravana shook his head. “There are two things I want to say, please don't go forward first,”

They're stopping.

“First, you guys mumbled the project. That can set you free only if your body embedded here is buried well. In other words, this building must be destroyed first. And believe me, destroying a building costs a lot,”

There was a growl from around them.

Whether that's a good sign or a good one.

“The second, the khodams, following me was not meant to take care of me,”

All looked at Ravana, Fransita to pay attention to Ravana because she wanted to know.

“There was one situation why I couldn't see them, the guard, because..”.

In one movement Ravana grabbed one of the entities, strangled him and chanted a holy verse.

In an instant, the entity in his hand burned to the ground.

Ravana grinned cunningly, “They, my troops, are in charge of keeping you from me, lest I act arbitrarily using the knowledge I have,” and he chuckled with satisfaction. Fransita releases her grip to Ravana.

"You... You have that science!" Sir Kuntoro. He looks panicked.

"If there is an army of Eyang Gadhes, my power is locked. But yes it can only be used for the jinn kafir anyway," murmured Ravana. “It feels so relieved, it's good to just destroy the entire building, now huh? Than to bother probing this-that,”

“That means I will also be killed!” fransita.

“Yes that. I hate entities that should not be seen instead appear as if tempting humans,” Ravana looked at Fransita, “Including you,” the face of the young man was cold.

"You have the same knowledge as our master!"

"I had guessed, because it was possible, I became considered a threat," Ravana had guessed. The way to control the entity here in order to comply must be using fraudulent means.

“Eyang Gandhes can rampage if you act arbitrarily,” Fransita muttered timidly. Now he is even more afraid of Ravana than the pocongs.

“Huh..” Ravana breathed a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately yes, and if I do all that, out of here I can be shackled, kali..”.

"Okay, this time I forgive. Get us out of here" said the young man.

"Okay, but this is the last time. Next time we can't let go,"

“Other times, you will be completely wiped out,” Ravana lowered his voice, “Other times, I do not care at the advice of Eyang Gandhes,”

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The science possessed by Ravana is named Qulhu Geni a special study that can be categorized as hijib, the reading is taken from the verses of the Koran, or from pieces of al-ikhlas letter, or from the letter, this was followed by prayer in Javanese.

Ajian Qulhu Geni was born during the time of Wali Songo, when the influence of things that are magical is very strong in Javanese society. Created by Sunan Ampel and intended to stop all the actions of the subtle creatures and also the evil jinn.

This happened because once the subtle creatures were so glorified that it was as if humans were under the control of the Jinn. Finally there were various forms of worship that people do to the subtle creatures.

This science is real and not a myth, reportedly there are still humans who study and deepen this science to this day. But regarding its efficacy and power of course with the permission of the Almighty. The best are the holy verses from the Qur'an.

Ravana has had this knowledge since he was kidnapped. Traumatic feelings in him trigger his brain to spur his subconscious to be more sensitive to situations that can not be controlled by ordinary people, for his own safety. Once he read about this study, he immediately mastered it.

However, why he became more sensitive to the existence of astral entities, is still a mystery. Of course the solution is to read this novel to the end.