Second Full
Victims Now Want to Be Perpetrators
Wini walked carefully, he climbed the slippery cobbled streets. He was arrested by an old man who he knew this afternoon from the instructions of one of his friends. The road is getting narrower because the thicket on the right-left of the path is blocking.
Initially Wini intensively looking for info to his friends, he sought a magic shaman to ask for knowledge pellets. In this regard, he was determined to take Haris from his wife. Wini has fallen in love with Haris, but unfortunately, Haris only considers himself a runaway. At least that's what Wini's assessment looks like.
"In a moment we reach Neng," said the Old Man. Wini just nodded and smiled.
The sun was covered in mist and shady trees. The road is getting uphill and slippery. Inwardly, Wini felt ridiculous as well and was still like a dream. He is now in that place. Forests and hills are still thick.
"I see for myself, the effect of the science of pellets, the guy who used to spit on the Rina, now turned around begging for the love of the Rina," a friend of Wini's story when Wini visited.
"Come ahead of the date just before the full moon.he said he had a lot of pellet science, and the most powerful can only be obtained at the full moon."
Wini began to see a house made of wood. The house is more like a warehouse. Looks messy and mossy, standing firmly alone on the top of the hill that is always foggy.
"Ki, is that his house?" Wini asked the Old Man who patiently guided her.
"Yes, come on," replied the Old Man excitedly. They also came to the front door. Wini so thought, what kind of woman or witch would want to live in such a wooden warehouse. Alone, on the top of the hill.
"Your!! Nyi Damar's? There was a guest of Nyi," the Old Man half-cried.
A moment of quiet silence, but not long later a voice sounded from within.
"Yes! Just go in Ki," the voice sounded melodious and natural. Definitely not the voice of a grandmother.
"Come," the old man opened the door and invited Wini to come in. Wini went in first and the Old Man later.
"Please sit down" kindly a house owner's mother. Too old to be called a mother, perhaps an Aunt, or aunty more appropriate. Appearance simple. Daster's floral pattern of red shoes that he wore was faded, his face was clean without makeup, his long black hair was unraveling to the waist. Though Wini imagined, the female shaman he came to look scary like a grandmother attached and so on. But really, the woman turned out her appearance was far from what Wini expected. Even Wini felt like visiting a midwife who was relaxed and not dressed in official service.
"Steach, can I hold the palm of my hand," he asked Wini without further ado. Wini also complied, he stuck out his palms. The woman, known as Nyi Damar, touched the palms of Wini. Soft, soft once Wini taste. The touch was slow and cold.
For a moment Nyi Damar closed his eyes as both palms clashed against Wini's palm. Slowly Wini felt a warmth that flowed from Nyi Damar's palm into her palm. Wini was shocked. How can a palm produce heat? Wini felt like touching the forehead of a person who was sick with fever. Wini began to believe, hopefully what his friend told him about Nyi Damar is true, the inner Wini.
Not long after, Nyi Damar opened his eyes and the heat was instantly gone. Nyi Damar stopped that touch.
"Neverything Neng, Later Aki also came here again, delivering supplies," said the Old Man with a friendly smile. His teeth are all toothless. Old Man is like Ki Daus.
"But mm, about the cost-"
"Ah, Teteh do not have to think about the problem, I never put a price, as sincere as it is," said Nyi Damar made Wini so blushed and his awkwardness has not disappeared.
"Thank you Nyi, yes, it's okay I'm here," said Wini steadily and his chest pounding vigorously. He resigned to be applied as well, which is important, his intention was carried out well.
"Yes, thank you Ki, this," said Nyi Damar while handing over some money with the Old Man. Automatic Wini interrupts.
"But, this is it, use my money Ki," said Wini.
"Udah Teh, relax, save money first. Need to know, I only accept female guests. Know why? My intention is to help, not to make money. As usual, please bring all my needs to Ki," said Nyi Damar turned to the Old Man.
"Yes, yes, definitely Nyai, thank you," said the Old Man while receiving a roll of money.
"Yes, I said yes. Neng, Aki pamit first well, tomorrow afternoon Aki is here again." The old man soon passed after the farewell to Nyi Damar and Wini.
Now Wini lived alone with Nyi Damar in the wooden house. Wini never thought, it turns out the contents and order of the furniture in the house is quite slick and modern.large display cabinets, large iron beds, clean kitchens and so on. Actually, there are many things Wini wants to ask. Like how to survive alone on this hilltop, whether not many mosquitoes or snakes is possible. Or how do you transport that closet into the middle of the forest, up this hill? Wini's logic could not answer him. But he remained silent and respectful. He did not go there to comment on furniture or mosquitoes and snakes.
"Seez, tomorrow morning we're just getting started. Now we just eat yuk, the trip here must make hungry right?" nyi Damar. Wini's getting comfortable. Nyi Damar was really impressed like an aunt who received a nephew who ran away from home because of a strange problem.
They now eat voraciously while occasionally talking, the two are getting closer.
"The eye is so beautiful, the eye is the most valuable and at the same time the cheapest thing for women. Like a jewel, the eye is enough to knock down the heart of any man you want. But all at once, those eyes can be a very scary hallway and make you get dumped just like that." Wini is listening more. Although almost everything Nyi Damar said he did not understand.
Beyond the increasingly dense fog, the wooden house was like a boat that was slowly sinking by the sea of Mist.
The birds pipit back to the nest. The night beasts started to wander. A black snake wriggled and grabbed a frog. The moon is almost full, it looks clear and the light dries on the tops of the hills, daubing the leaves and rocks and the flowing river water becomes shiny. like a string of pearls between the dark hair of the dancing crown princess.
