SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

The Causes of Catastrophe

The students seem curious about a crazy woman who suddenly hugs Sukma. Not a few of Sukma's classmates recorded the incident and made fun of the pale-skinned strange girl as a crazy child. Of course Atikah's foster sister was very embarrassed, not even accepted being made fun of by her friend. As strong as his energy he pushed Bu Ratmi's body to the ground.

For a moment, Bu Ratmi's attention was distracted by the surrounding atmosphere that was so crowded. When his eyes looked back at Sukma, the mere form of the princess turned into the creepy figure he had seen thirteen years ago. Suddenly, Ms. Ratmi screamed hysterically. The woman immediately stood up and strangled Sukma who was still in front of her.

"Damn you! You are still alive! If only I had so much strength and courage, I would have killed you with my own hands!" geram Bu Ratmi, glaring at Sukma.

"Bus ... Take it off! Uhuk ..," Sukma said in a stifled voice.

Mr. Anwar who stood not far from Sukma, immediately released the strangulation of Ms. Ratmi. Wanara who is still in the body of the gym teacher did not accept if his friend was hurt by strangers. Quickly, he stood between Sukma and Bu Ratmi, making sure the mad woman no longer dared to attack her friend.

"Surge, you! You don't have to interfere! My business with this female demon is not finished yet!" bentak Bu Ratmi trying to get rid of Mr. Anwar.

In the midst of the tense atmosphere, Asih along with the citizens immediately came to pull Bu Ratmi from the crowd. Of course her brother went berserk, asking to be let go by the citizens who held her. Asih was really embarrassed for the actions of the brother who disrupted the activities of school children.

"I'm sorry, sir. My sister is indeed unsettling," said Asih sunggan.

"Oh, it's okay, ma'am. We do not supervise students when getting off the bus" said Mr. Anwar.

Asih then glanced at Sukma, who was still panting after being strangled by Bu Ratmi. "She's fine, right?"

Sukma. "Mother don't worry, I'm okay" he said with a faint smile.

"Oh, again I'm sorry, yes. I promise, I will not let him run away again" Asih said. "Then I go first."

Pak Anwar and Sukma nodded. Asih soon passed, pulling the hand of Ms Ratmi to get away from the crowd of school children. Likewise with the people who helped him bring his brother back home.

Although the riots made by Bu Ratmi have passed, Sukma's ridicule as the son of a madman still resonates among students. One of them sent a video of his recording to social media. It was heard clearly in the video when Ms Ratmi said that she was Sukma's birth mother.

Of course, it makes Sukma uncomfortable. Indeed, to him bullying from classmates was no longer something foreign. However, the words of Bu Ratmi who accused him of being a female demon again disturbed the mind. The words of the red dedemit and the mysterious man in the dream, flashed back in his memory. Sukma wondered why the three of them had mentioned the same thing to him. Devil Child.

The journey to the top of the mountain begins. Students and teachers prepare. As for the principal who took part in the trip to Mount Ciremai, still brought another purpose while climbing.

Elsewhere, Mr. Jaka managed to meet Mbah Kasiman. He conveyed the intention of his arrival and hoped to meet success after destroying Mr. Risman. However, apparently there is a separate provision for Pak Jaka to successfully launch his rotten plan.

"If you want to succeed, you have to make sure the child of your rival is not in his armature" said Mbah Kasiman.

Jaka sir nodded. "I heard today that Mr. Risman's youngest son was on vacation from school. Can Mbah do it tonight?"

"I will try. You just have to wait until tomorrow comes. Just look tomorrow afternoon, surely your rivals will not open angkringan," Mbah Kasiman assured.

"Really, Mbah? Tomorrow afternoon my rival won't trade?" ask Pak Jaka with wide eyes.

Mbah Kasiman nodded, then gave a pack of frankincense into the hands of Mr. Jaka. "Save this into his armature, before your rivals trade. Make sure no one knows you're sprinkling it."

Jaka sir nodded quickly. "Surely, Mbah."

After a long time chatting a lot of things, Mr. Jaka said goodbye. On his way home, he carried a handful of beliefs that the shaman would execute his plan well. The man did not expect, shamans who look like ordinary people in general, even famous more powerful than the paranormal subscriptions.

...****************...

However, the more the night went, Mr. Risman's body began to feel sore. Maybe the wind, he thought. Every now and then, Ms. Inah scolded her while waiting for customers to come. Instead of mengingan, Mr. Risman's body actually felt crumpled. Mr. Risman tried to endure the pain until the angkringan pecel lele closed.

Arriving at home, Mr. Risman complained of pain in his back and legs. Ms. Inah brought him a glass of warm water, while putting a balm to rub the back of the husband. After Mr. Risman took a sip of warm water brought by his wife, he continued to lie on his stomach.

"It's best not to sell tomorrow, sir. Like the condition of the Father is no longer fit right now," said Bu Inah while applying balsam and scraping Pak Risman's back.

"If you don't trade, how can you eat tomorrow?" mister Risman complained while grimacing.

"This father can't go too far at work. If the condition is not possible, you should rest first. We still have a lot of savings, you do not need to worry," persuaded Bu Inah.

"But we still need a lot, ma'am. Our kids are still in school."

"Here you go, you better rest now. Your health is more important. If your body collapses, it will not be able to sell for longer."

Mr. Risman nodded. Before falling asleep, he recalled a paranormal remark that came to his angkringan the other day. We must take care of our faith and health, he said. Nevertheless, Mr. Risman is reluctant to guess, who is jealous of his efforts. One person that came to his mind, the catfish pecel seller across the street. However, Mr. Risman did not want to prejudge first. For him, it is not appropriate for anyone to be envious of the efforts of others, because God has measured the sustenance of each being.

Meanwhile in Ciremai Mountain, students are advised to sleep on the bus. The teachers were busy asking for the help of local residents to search for the three missing eighth graders. The headmaster was not seen the trunk of his nose after going down the mountain since this afternoon.

As for Sukma who had boarded the bus, felt a bad premonition. His heart was tapped to join the search for the missing student and the headmaster. However, his courage to return to the mountain was suddenly restrained, considering that he had separated from Wanara. Sukma feels insecure without the help of his coworkers.

He saw again the circumstances around, the anxious faces of the teachers and the tired look of the students on the bus. As for Mr. Anwar, he seemed clueless with all the things that happened after Wanara came out of his body. Sukma imagined the situation of the four missing people in the forest. Their fate was so bad there, he thought.

Feeling pity, Sukma rushed down from the bus. The teacher, who was accompanying the students, panicked to see the pale-skinned girl running into the climbing area. Of course, Sukma's rash behavior makes things even more chaotic.

The view around the mountain was so dark. Sukma is quite difficult to grope the forest area that is getting deeper, more dense. Every now and then he screams for Wanara, hoping that his friend will come to help find the missing student. However, Sukma's call was not heard at all by Wanara who was already on the other side of Mount Ciremai.

Nevertheless, Sukma does not want to give up just like that. He kept walking into the forest, with a cell phone flashlight in his hand. However, an oddity suddenly occurred around him. The more he entered the forest, the scenery around him became bright. The patient can see the trees and animals clearly. Based on his experience, time in the dimension of the supernatural and human nature is different. He recalled the moments of escaping from Farida.

Looking at the scenery around him, Sukma is grateful to be able to find missing people easily. He quickly combed every area of the forest. This time the girl had to be careful, because she was in the supernatural. The creatures of this world could have outwitted him in his quest.

Until at one point in the forest, Sukma found a male voice talking. He came to the origin of the sound, and found three teenagers joking around on the rocks. They looked back, astonished at the coming of Sukmah.

"Well, you guys are just sitting here? Come on down quickly! People are waiting below" Sukma said with annoyance.

"It's easy, it's still noon. Later if it is a bit late afternoon we will go down," said one of the three teenagers calmly.

"No! We have to get down now! Don't you realize you're lost again?" cerocos Sukma, the more panic.

"Missed? Lost what? The other one was in this way, it will also be seen if the students go down the mountain," refuted the other boy.

"Three of you on ngeyel, yes," said Sukma.

"Come on! The journey up the mountain is exhausting. We were thirsty, we did not drink. Fortunately there are beautiful women using kebaya that nawarin water, so the three of us are not thirsty," said the boy with curly hair.

"Huh? So, you guys drink water from strangers?" Sukma was becoming more and more astonished. "Okay, fuck!"

The three men nodded. Now Sukma understood the cause of them getting lost in another realm. Wanara once said, never accept anything from strangers, let alone from people with old-fashioned looks. It was one of the sources of havoc experienced by the climbers.