SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

Rivalries

A month after the terrible incident on the roof of Mr. Risman's house, Wanara often thought hard to say goodbye to Sukma. He knew very well, the character of the girl who had just grown up as a teenager was quite loud. It will be very difficult to say goodbye to women as good as Sukma. Therefore, the ape who had just gained enlightenment about the Creator always kept close to the terrible story of the night. In fact, he often calculated the time, waiting for the right time to say goodbye before the seventh full moon arrived.

As for Sukma who feels awkward with Wanara's attitude lately, it can only save suspicion. He didn't want to guess so far away. Although her premonition always says that the beloved ape is about to leave, the girl continues to brush aside bad prejudices. Sukma tried to stay calm and learn everything Wanara taught without asking much questions.

Until the end of the semester holiday almost arrived, Wanara began to launch his plan to return to where he originally came from. When the teachers started the meeting, the ape walked into the room, looking for one of the teachers whose mind was often empty and daydreaming. Long enough he noticed the movements of all the teachers, finally there was one teacher who daydreamed. Without thinking for a long time, the monkey penetrated into the body of a sports teacher named Pak Anwar.

"I'm sorry, I want to interrupt" Wanara said in Mr. Anwar's body. "How about we invite the students to go to Mount Ciremai to fill the activities before a long holiday? Kids need a vacation, right?"

"Ciremai Mountains? No, Sir. That's not a good idea. What if the kids are tired? After all, going up the mountain was not an easy journey. It takes a lot of preparation and preparation. Not to mention if there's a child missing. Well, well .. later we are again bothered," argued the math teacher disagreed.

"Then that's normal, ma'am. If there are children who are missing, it means we have to watch them more closely. What's wrong with, anyway, getting kids to know nature more closely?" mr. Anwar said convincingly.

"But it doesn't have to be Mount Ciremai, Mr. Anwar. There are still many safe vacation spots for children, Mount Tangkuban Perahu for example. It's closer than here" said the IPA teacher.

"Ah, that's not challenging, sir. Children definitely prefer to go to faraway areas, which have never been visited before. I am sure, if the destination is to Mount Tangkuban Perahu, there will be many students who do not participate," said Mr. Anwar.

"Already, already. In my opinion, rather than taking the children on vacation to the place mentioned by Mr. Anwar and Bu Lastri earlier, better choose a safer tourist spot. In Bandung, there are many good places, can be to Ciwidey, Ranca Upas, or West Bandung area," IPS teacher advised.

"No, no. I am sure, the area mentioned by the Father was not comparable to Mount Ciremai. Comeon! This time alone to go there," ketus Pak Anwar insisted on his opinion.

"If Mr. Anwar still wants children to Mount Ciremai, you must take full responsibility. What classes do you want to attend? If everything, it must have rented a lot of buses" said the teacher BK.

"First and second class only. Isn't that too much?" asked Mr. Anwar, his originally tense face began to look relaxed.

"What?" All the teachers were stunned and looked at each other.

"Sir Anwar, first-class kids are still adapting. Not to mention their age is still very early, it is impossible for us to take them to the mountain. How about second grade?" english teacher advice.

"If you can, first-class kids will come too. I will take full responsibility" Anwar said.

"Are you sure?" math teacher hesitates.

Mr. Anwar nodded for sure.

"Then, determine the time and cost. Later we will convey to the principal and the students," said the teacher BK.

"The principal will not agree" said the math teacher. "Pak Anwar's part is kambet what, anyway, have an idea like that?"

Mr. Anwar just smiled. Wanara who is in his body feels happy not to play. Influencing humans is not foreign to him, especially experienced to be a creature of instigation and indulgence.

The result of the discussion of the teachers was immediately conveyed to the principal. Unexpectedly, Pak Anwar's opinion was approved by the number one person in the school. However, behind his approval, the headmaster kept another goal of going to Mount Ciremai. Apparently, he had long wanted to know the benefits in Kuningan area and was interested in doing so.

Along with the approval of Mr. Anwar's opinion, news about a vacation to Mount Ciremai quickly spread among students. The different reactions shown by them. Some greeted him enthusiastically, others were anxious. Meanwhile, Sukma responded coldly to news of the holiday. In fact, the girl tends to keep suspicions on Wanara. For him, there is no way there is a teacher who just want to invite the students to go there, considering that mountain climbing is not fun for many students.

After returning from school, Sukma invited Wanara to speak in a park near his home. Sometimes the girl stared cynically at the monkey. Wanara looked awkward and intrigued to see his friend's suspicious attitude.

"Wanara, I want something. Did you do anything weird in school until a teacher suddenly went to Mount Ciremai?" asked Sukma staring sharply.

Wanara chuckled while scratching the back of his head.

"Don't tell me it was you!"

"Sorry, Sukma."

"But what if your parents don't agree to take me? After all, if I go home, I won't go back into your life. I'm also worried that you'll get lost when you get home to your family later. Many ignorant dedemits like to mislead climbers there," explained Wanara.

Instantly Sukma was stunned. His eyebrows clutched together and shriveled. "What does it mean not to return to my life?"

"Yes, I will no longer deal with humans and become a sacrificial creature again. I'll settle on Mount Ciremai."

"Now, anyway? Aren't you going to teach me a lot of the same things? If you want to stay in Ciremai Mountain and not come back here again, then who wants to nemenin me? I have no friends but you and Giska. I don't really know Deket as well as Giska," Sukma cerocos with teary eyes. "So, if there's another dedemite bothering you, who's gonna help me?"

Wanara bowed lethargic while patting Sukma's shoulder. He looked at the girl's face with sadness and said, "Sukma, you must understand very well that every meeting there is always a time for separation. Your ability to fight dedemit is already very good, even greater than me. My job of teaching you is done. It was time to go home and almost arrived. I have to go home before the seventh full moon."

"No, Wanara. You can't go back to Mount Ciremai!" sergeant Sukma hugged his beloved monkey, with tears beginning to splatter down his cheeks. "You're the same as me. I'll give you a lot of bananas."

Wanara releases Sukma's embrace, then wipes away the girl's tears. "No, Sukma. If I don't come home on the seventh full moon, then you'll never see me again. I'm gonna die."

"Dead? Who will kill you? Say it! Let me fight him."

"You will never be able to fight it," Wanara said in a high tone and looked deeply into Sukma's eyes. "Well, now think about it! I stay here and die or let me go home to Ciremai Mountain and you can still see me once in a while? If you choose to fight him, then we'll both die."

Sukma was stunned, then wiped his tears. Inevitably, he had to let their farewells continue. Wanara had to stay alive, he thought. The time for separation will come as the school holiday trip arrives.

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Towards Magrib, as usual Mr. Risman and his family opened angkringan pecel lele. Trading equipment has been prepared, ranging from chairs and tables where customers enjoy the dish, to stoves and pans to fry catfish. His efforts really progress as the age of Sukma increases.

However, the success of Mr. Risman undergoing a catfish pecel business did not escape the view of envy and spite. A man of Mr. Risman's age opened the same business across the street, his name was Pak Jaka. A few months ago he began to open a catfish pecel business, but his trade is not in line with Sukma's adoptive father angkringan. Many times Pak Jaka find out the secret of the success of his rival, did not even hesitate to try catfish pecel dishes made by Mr. Risman. It turns out that it tastes the same as the pecel catfish he made.

So curious about the efforts of Mr. Risman who is selling well, Mr. Jaka also tried to find out things related to metaphysics. Yes, he asked his subscription shaman who had given the seller a short dwarf-like creature. The creature often pees on customer food, which he said can make delicious and invite many buyers. But apparently, it is not comparable to the number of customers who come to Angkringan Pak Risman.

Tonight, the shaman who subscribed to Pak Jaka came to pay attention to the angkringan owned by Mr. Risman. From a distance, he noticed the movements of the two rival daughters of Pak Jaka. When he saw Sukma, the shaman nodded in reverence, then rushed to Angkringan Pak Jaka.

From one of the roadside trees, the shaman waved at Pak Jaka. The man immediately ran up to his shaman curiously.

"He also wears a dealer" whispered the shaman.

Jaka was surprised not to play. He did not believe, that the man who was keen to worship also used a ruler so that his business went forward. "Ah, really, Mbah? He is his diligent worship. Where might it be with a seller."

"If you don't believe me, look at that strange child! His face was pale as a corpse. Well, he is the seller," explained the shaman pointing towards Sukma.

Pak Jaka nodded, then looked at his shaman with an anxious face. "Oh, pantesans. How do I keep going? Another sellout?"

"Fine to find somewhere else. Your trade will be better sold."

"No, Mbah. It's a strategic location. I don't want to move, it's better here" said Mr. Jaka. "Only Mbah can not be destroyed by the efforts of my rivals?"

"Oh, if that's not me. The seller has Mr. Risman very strong. If the business is turned off, I'll die too."

"Well, what is this, anyway?"

"If you want to turn off his business, I will introduce you to my colleague. His name is Mbah Kasiman. He is more powerful than me" the shaman suggested.

Pak Jaka pensively thought for a moment about his shaman's opinion. Not thinking much, the man agreed. After all, he should be more successful than his rival. The shaman also determined the right time to meet with Mbah Kasiman, considering not just any day his partner can be found.