The Angkara Murka

The Book of Warriors Enambelas Verse

Currently, when Anggalarang asked Soemantri Soekrasana out somewhere, Sarti still asked the same thing after some small talk.

"Sarti, what the hell do you mean asking the same thing?"

"You're really a virgin? You're willing to be untouched by a man for your magic?" said Sarti like it but with a seriousness.

"You alone?" wong Ayu replied feeling uneasy.

"Wong Ayu, I am Ratna Manggali. I once married a man who in historical records was known as Empu Bahula. I've lived and died so many times, and then you think I'm not familiar with mental?" said Sarti while staring fixedly at a pair of rounded Wong Ayu Eyes.

Suddenly Wong Ayu saw this petite Sarti in the form of Ratna Manggali, wrapped in her ancient beauty. Her hair is long with flower decoration, with a slim but beautiful body. His mystical aura pierced through space and time.

The shadow then slowly disappeared. Now sitting in front of him, Sarti, in the form of a woman who might be slightly younger than him counted from his resurrection at the age of sixteen, instead of a hundred-year-old being who has absorbed history, sipped the past, sipped the past, and experience.

Sarti laughs. "If you decide to give up your chastity, Soemantri is not a bad man. I think he's pretty handsome. Still young," said Sarti teasingly.

Wong Ayu felt her face turn red. For matters of magic, Wong Ayu does have a power that is far many times even compared to Sarti, or the other three friends put together. But the problem of romance and male relationships, Wong Ayu is an onion who can not participate in the game.

Wong Ayu decided not to respond to Sarti's taunts until soon the apartment door opened.

Anggalarang.

This man was always well dressed. Maybe his face is not too handsome, but the impression makes him look cool, clean, fragrant and fashionable. Ironically correct, considering he most often damaged his clothes when the Maung came out and turned him into a monster.

Anggalarang smiled faintly towards Sarti and Wong Ayu who were sitting on her pure white sofa.

Behind him, the figure of Soemantri Soekrasana also appeared following.

The long hair of the young shaman has been shaved neatly: thin on the edge, but still a little long on the front so that it can be styled in such a way. His face was already drizzled, clean of whiskers and a beard that grew wild at will.

Now, none of his three friends, including Wong Ayu, disagreed that Soemantri Soekrasana turned out to be a handsome young man, too handsome.

Soemantri Soekrasana wore a dark gray long-sleeved shirt whose arms were rolled up to exceed the elbows. He wore black slim fit fabric pants and a pair of matching colored canvas shoes.

The old sling bag that used to always be attached to it has now been replaced with a much more beautiful bag to look at. The bag is locked on the chest, black in color, with many pockets. More practical and also provides style value.

"Please let me owe you one, Anggalarang. This shirt you bought is expensive, but I could have borrowed a few sets of your clothes that much. I will also continue to bring my leather shoes," Soemantri Soekrasana said to Anggalarang did not notice that all pairs of eyes pay attention to it as if in disbelief.

He really turned into a completely different figure. Anggalarang could not help his big smile, as if just showing off his masterpiece.

Even Anggalarang and Sarti looked at each other exchanging some kind of special signal.

Wong Ayu looked down as her gaze clashed with Soemantri Soekrasana.

"I told you, he turned out to be handsome. Just give it to him" whispered Sarti.

Wong Ayu looked at Sarti threateningly as if she was about to eat him alive. But what is seen is the romance of his face full of shame, burning his cheeks and forehead, red like boiled shrimp.

Wong Ayu threw away her face, then stood up hurriedly. "I want to go out first, make a report," he said with a bowed face. He glanced at the door, passing through Soemantri Soekrasana who had just entered. The fragrant smell of the young man's body pierced his nose, giving additional torment.

Back Sarti gave a meaningful signal again to Anggalarang. Unfortunately, Soemantri Soekrasana can not read the taste of Wong Ayu and 'conspirator' of his two friends. He simply shrugged both of his shoulders and dropped his body on the sofa, beside Sarti.

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They sleep on their white sofa. There was Soemantri Soekrasana lying on the floor. Sarti slept on a mattress near the wardrobe, while Wong Ayu used the Anggalarang bedroom.

It was three o'clock in the morning.

Anggalarang and Soemantri Soekrasana had only slept an hour after the two watched a football match on flat-screen television in front of them, when Wong Ayu opened the room door and turned on the lights.

Sarti woke up quickly and immediately alert, it has been his habit for hundreds of years to stay aware of every incident.

Anggalarang rubbed his eyes because of glare.

Soemantri Soekrasana half-gaped, looking at the scene in front of her: Wong Ayu in super-shorts, as well as a tight white tanktop, showing off her smooth skin and beautiful curves.

But it was only for a moment, because Soemantri Soekrasana felt he had to digest the words of Wong Ayu, "We have to go to Kalimantan! The demon appeared there. He had found a new slave, a man named James!"

Everyone looked at each other trying to absorb this sudden information.

A red Kuntilanak floated outside the apartment. His horrible face was stuck on the window glass. Wong Ayu and Soemantri Soekrasana both glanced at the female ghost, then both looked at each other without knowing what the meaning of what was floating there.

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The strength and power that James possessed was only a speck of a fragment of the entity that is often referred to and known as the Commander of the Bird or Pangkalima. This fragment dripped and dripped on Patih Gumantar, the king of the ancient kingdom of Sidiniang which was established in the year one thousand three hundred and eight hours a. D., who helped Patih Gajahmada of Majapahit block the Mongol army in the land of Siam, Siam, Muang Thai's.

Fragments of this entity also splashed and incarnated in Pang Suma when it killed the troops as well as three Japanese troop leaders in three different locations and brought their heads as proof of its toughness, in the time span of February until his death in June one thousand nine hundred and forty-five.

Pangkalima also appeared to meet the anger and resistance response of Dayak people in various places during the great inter-ethnic riots on the island a few years ago as a godam hit the sign of strength and determination of power.

Now, fragments of the entity are again offering themselves to an Iban youth with a background of night-dark life and a charcoal-sealed past.