SUKMA: The Deal With the Devil

Pak Jaka's Request

Pak Jaka looked riled up when he found his rival back in trade. Initially very happy, Mr. Risman's customers moved to him after almost a week. However, it turns out that the fun fades after knowing Sukma has again helped trade.

Pak Jaka's worries became a reality. Angkringan Pak Risman again visited by many customers. Infuriated, the man smacked his trading wheel and stared cynically at the direction where Mr. Risman was trading.

Sukma who pretended to be busy helping his parents, only giggled to realize the frustration of his rival in angkringan opposite. This made Atikah amazed by his sister's attitude. Patted Sukma's shoulder, then raised his chin as if he was asking. The sister who understood the curiosity of the brother, immediately brought her mouth closer to Atikah's ear while closing it.

"See the guy across there? He is like a stressed person" whispered Sukma then chuckled.

Atikah looked far across the street. It looks like Mr. Jaka is ruffling his hair, then sitting on a chair while nagging. The girl shook her head to look at the person who was jealous of her father's efforts.

"Sir, if Dedek already knew he made you sick, why not teach the fathers a lesson?" tanya Atikah frowned.

"Oh, I'm a kayak who doesn't know. He actually suffered from the success of the Father. Most people who ask for the help of a shaman so that his business smoothly is nothing like a merchant kayak Father," explained Sukma, staring at his brother with a smile.

"But what if the person is not kapok-kapok? Will definitely send me again with the same Father," said Atikah worried.

"Please, Tea. Later if Dedek already know the shaman who sent his dedemit, will be Dedek face first his shaman. Surely the people across the street there will also be hit by the stone," Sukma said confidently.

"Yes, deh. Teteh believes in the same ability of Dedek. But ... If suppose later Dedek why-why again how? We're the ones who bother. I will not be able to trade, I also cry if until bad things happen to Dedek. Teteh remembers very well, when in Indramayu, Dedek was unconscious for days, even we asked Kyai Soleh for help to make you wake up."

Sukma pensively.

"Especially we are now here, no one knows the same Kyai Soleh or people who can make you wake up again loh," continued Atikah with enlarged eyes.

Seeing that his two daughters were busy gossiping, Ms. Inah immediately came to rebuke them. Customers are coming more and more, there is no time to linger chatting. Sukma and Atikah continue their activities helping to wrap the food ordered by customers.

While the angkringan Pak Risman is getting crowded, Pak Jaka's trade is actually quiet buyers. According to him, the seller owned by his rival is really powerful in attracting customers. He should complain to Mbah Kasiman about this. Not satisfied if Pak Risman's efforts have not really fallen.

The next day, Mr. Jaka came to Mbah Kasiman again. From the direction of Padepokan silat, it appears that the old man he visited came over. Mbah Kasiman knows very well the purpose of the arrival of Pak Jaka, especially when seeing a tinge of malice on the face of his customers. Calmly, he directed Mr. Jaka towards a small gazebo beside his house, then told the housekeeper to prepare two cups of black coffee.

"I didn't come here to make coffee" grumbled Mr. Jaka while sitting on the gazebo floor made of teak wood.

"Look down, sir. At least, let me glorify the guests first" said Mbah Kasiman, who wears a polo shirt and black cotton pants. His appearance is like a commoner in general and does not show special characteristics as a shaman.

After the coffee that Mbah Kasiman ordered came and his housekeeper left, the old man began to open the conversation.

"I know what it means to have Mr. Jaka here. Your rivals are already trading again, right?" said Mbah Kasiman, then sipped his coffee.

Both eyes of Mr. Jaka wide. "Kok Mbah can tell?"

Mbah Kasiman smiled thinly while putting a glass filled with coffee. "So, what should I do? Just turn off the business or all the same people?"

"What is it, Mbah. Anyway I don't want him to sell again there," said Pak Jaka.

"Now it seems to be difficult. You know, right, if the seller is his adopted son. Not only that, from what you have told me too, the child is not an ordinary child. So, to turn off his business, not only his trade is made not sold, but the person must also die," explained Mbah Kasiman.

"Then kill my rivals. I'm sick of seeing him continue to arrive customers" said Mr. Jaka impatiently.

"But there is a price that you have to pay, more expensive than before," said Mbah Kasiman looked into the eyes of his customers deeply. His face was so serious, that Mr. Jaka was glued to it.

"B-How? S-One million? D-Two million? I dare to pay more as long as my rival is wiped out" asked Pak Jaka stammeringly.

Mbah Kasiman shook his head. "The soul of the Father" he said. "If you fail again, you will lose your mind and your sanity. Are you ready?"

Pak Jaka looked tense and gulped. Slowly, he nodded in agreement. No matter what bad thing happens to her, it's only a matter of late. Most importantly, now he wants to see the destruction of Mr. Risman so that his catfish pecel business is selling well and visited by many customers.

Meanwhile, Sukma who was daydreaming looked at his father cleaning catfish, suddenly got a bad feeling. Rushing he went into the room, then lay down next to Atikah who was busy surfing on social media. While sighing deeply, the girl closed her eyes. Seemed as a black shadow flashed on his eyelash and the form of Mr. Risman is being finished off by a large creature with long nails and has thick fur. Instantly, Sukma was stunned and rose with a breath of breath.

"Tea, danger, Tea!" reprimand Sukma while glaring and wagging her brother's body.

"Danger? What danger?" Atikah frowned, not understanding.

"Father ... There is a dedemit who wants to harm the Father!"

Atikah. "What?! It's actually the word teteh too. Why try not directly give lessons to people who trade across the street yesterday? Must be living Mr. adem ayem."

"Dedek has to do something, Tea! But Dedek did not know the person who sent the dedemit where he lived. Even Dedek also did not know where the people who traded catfish across the street lived," complained Sukma, starting to panic.

Atikah glared for a while, then held her phone again. Staring at the screen of the phone, he said, "So, now how will Dedek? The house where the guy who sells across the street lives?"

Sukma nodded quickly. "Yes, Tea. We need to find that guy's place to live. Dedek would like to teach a lesson so as not to dare disturb the Father."

Atikah did not respond at all. The girl was smiling looking at the screen of her phone. Sukma was annoyed by her brother's attitude. He peeked at the screen of the brother's phone, then snatched the object from the hands of Atikah.

"This grandpa's all right, anyway?" geram Atikah.

"Now is not the time for kasmaran with A Albi, Teh. Father's life is in danger. Mending now help Dedek nyariin house pecel catfish roadside," said Sukma hastily pulled his brother's hand.

"But it's noon, Dek. Where it's hot outside too. Later it was a bit late afternoon, Teteh males out," said Atikah release his sister's grip with lethargy.

Sukma glared at her brother while clenching both hands. "Mrt ..."

Seeing the anger on his sister's face, Atikah also came down from the bed lethargic. He was really lazy to argue with his sister, especially if Sukma's anger was already visible. Atikah can not sleep all night because of nightmares.

Finally, they rushed to the angkringan owner's house across the street. In a hurry, they say goodbye to Bu Inah. So in the hurry, Sukma and Atikah did not answer the question of the mother, where their true purpose.

Under the blazing sun, the two of them walked quickly. Atikah did not stop reprimanding Sukma to go home, the air outside felt stinging his skin. Sukma seemed unconcerned, until the two crossed the road. The girl took the initiative to look for closer settlements first. He was sure, that the rival catfish repairman the father lived not far from the merchant yard.

The two teenage girls entered one of the gateways. The houses seem to be clinging to each other without gaps. While walking down the road a little wide, Sukma looking for cart selling catfish pecel. Apparently, they do not need to walk too far from the highway to find the residence of the catfish pecel seller.

In her yard, a woman of Bu Inah's age was chasing a young child in her biannuals. His appearance is so messy. In his hands was a small bowl and spoon, probably having the hassles of feeding his very active grandson. From inside the house, a young woman in her mid-thirties, came out wearing a factory uniform. The woman looked farewell to the mother and left her son who was still running around.

Seeing the family scenery of Pak Jaka, Sukma's heart was filled. He undoes his intentions after seeing women his mother's age seem troubled by the behavior of the grandson. However, Atikah quickly prevented him from going home.

"We've been hot up here. Dedek time want to go home?" tegur Atikah glared at Sukma.

"Pity those mothers. Dedek does not want to disturb ah," said Sukma sungkan.

"Say you want to give the same lesson that sent useful to the Father. How, anyway?" whispered Atikah upset.

Sukma exhaled heavily, then nodded. The leg of Sukma to the yard of Pak Jaka's house while saying greetings. The little boy who had been running around, was immediately shocked and approached his grandmother. He saw the terrible figure of Sukma, so frightened and began to fuss.

"Mom, I'd like to ask. This is the house of the father who sells pecel catfish in front, huh?" ask her kindly.

"Yes." Yeah." The middle-aged woman nodded. "You want to go see Father?"

Atikah and Sukma nodded.

"Oh, his father again has needs outside. I don't know when to go home" said Pak Jaka's wife, trying to calm her grandson.

Understanding the busyness of the woman, Sukma and Atikah please resign. Sukma's plan did not go well, especially when he saw Pak Jaka's wife who was overwhelmed by facing her grandson. The flames of anger in his chest instantly froze as a sense of empathy enveloped his conscience.