The Rewarded Revenge

Danyangs

After waiting for a long time under the size of the tree that grew towering, finally midnight arrived. Mamat also rose to his feet with his entire body bent reddish due to mosquito bites, not much different from Yayan.

They also walked together while holding their respective trays, appearing the bodies of Mamat and Yayan vibrating due to the cold of the night. But strangely, just a step they entered the forest of prohibition the atmosphere looked different.

The atmosphere in the forbidden forest was quite warm, their bodies that had been shaking violently due to the cold of the night were now replaced with warm air that ran through the body making them feel comfortable.

But the atmosphere seemed quiet, there was not a single animal like crickets, or even mosquitoes though. As their confusion rang out, the more the gamelan sound grew, the clearer the sound became.

"What's that sound?" ask Yayan

"I don't know." said Mamat who had been struck by fear

"The sound is very close but where? There is nothing here" said Yayan who did not get an answer from Mamat

Mamat and Yayan also looked for the origin of the voice, they turned to any direction but found nothing. They looked back the same, nothing.

When they turned back to look in front of both eyes Yayan and Mamat wide in shock, it looked in front of there was a very large and magnificent palace. Every wall, even the roof is made of gold, the gold was glittering to make the palace more beautiful.

"I'm a dream, right?" tanya Mamat made sure while rubbing rubbing both eyes

But as much as Mamat rubbed his eyes, or even as much as he blinked the result remained the same. The palace that was plastered in front there remained, not disappearing for a second.

Even in front of the palace were seen the dancers who danced weakly following the gamelan sound, again Mamat and Yayan did not blink to see the beautiful women dancing wily.

"Beautiful." murmured Yayan involuntarily

After the gamelan sound stopped, the dancers immediately stopped dancing.

"Why stop anyway." complained Yayan

"Ko.kok is missing" said Mamat

"Lah iyo, kok his palace is no yo." said Yayan rather muttered to himself

"Ja..don't it was demit." said Mamat increasingly frightened.

Hearing Mamat's spontaneous speech made Yayan have trouble swallowing saliva, as if something in his throat made him bother to gulp his saliva.

"Already, we should be quick to do what we should do" said Yayan

They both walked back to the front right in front of there was a large black stone, after arriving in front of the big stone they immediately put their respective trays on the stone. Mamat immediately lit the incense mixed with incense, while Yayan opened the banana leaves used to cover the buffalo's head.

After that they both sat cross-legged by clenching both hands in front of the chest, then Yayan appeared to cast a spell. While Mamat was silent, because he did not know what to say.

Up to five minutes later the wind seemed strong, but strangely they did not feel the slightest cold. The atmosphere still remains the same that is stuffy to make the bodies of Yayan and Mamat warm, even though the wind is getting louder.

Until the longer the wind seemed to gather at one point, which is right in front of a large rock. Not long after the wind also formed a vortex as tall as an adult human, until it was slowly seen that a beautiful woman wearing red twin turned her back to them along with the disappearance of the wind.

Mamat and Yayan still did not realize because their position was down, so even Mamat who was struck by fear looked carefully to and fro until his eyes were fixed on someone in front of him there was only a big stone as a barrier. A second later, Mamat gawked at the figure.

'Like the one in my dream.' Inner Mamat

Until the reflex of his hand patted the shoulder of Yayan who was next to him, Yayan who was a little annoyed because of his behavior interrupted immediately looked up to Mamat.

Not long his frustration was changed with a confused look, then Yayan followed the direction of Mamat's view.

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