CANDRAMAYA STORY
Part 17: The Curse of the Dancer
The dancer's dance is increasingly becoming - so following the gamelan music that plays more and more indeterminate, the dancer also squeaks her body and sometimes shows a terrible smile. The dancer's gaze was sharp, staring at Mr. Suminto.
The unexpected happened when the watching citizens began to dance and began to move their bodies following the dancer's movements. The sound of the bones of the citizens who were broken because of their dancing sounded heartbreaking.
The other residents, trying to help the residents affected by the curse to stop but instead stop the residents who help are even exposed to the curse. As if satisfied the dancer was laughing, with a scary voice.
“Khe..kheeeee..kheee”.
“Stop Sekar” Shouted Suminto sir who looked panicked, and the dancer stopped while smiling at Mr. Suminto.
“What does all this mean Sekar?”
“This is nothing compared to your vile deeds, Suminto” said Sekar with anger
“What will you do Sekar?”
“You enjoy it all, this village has been cursed and it's because of an uncivilized leader like you”
“Stop all this, I'm sorry Sekar”
“All is too late Suminto, all the citizens of your village must bear the consequences for your actions”
The gamelan groove is heard again but it runs very slowly and Sekar disappears in the darkness of the forest side. Mr. Galuh approached Mr. Suminto to find out what really happened until the village of Rogojati was cursed. And the injured residents were gathered at the village hall to be treated. Residents affected by the curse continue to moan in pain, not only broken but their bones are crushed.
“Sorry Mr. Suminto if I am presumptuous, what really happened until Sekar demanded a reply to the villagers”
“It's none of your business anymore Galuh, you better take care of your family in order to survive this curse”
Mr. Galuh knew there must be something hidden Mr. Suminto, but he could not ask more. Until Mr. Galuh decided to help residents to take care of the victims.
Not a few citizens who vomited black blood and after met his death. Until finally Mr. Galuh brought a mantri to treat the residents. But Mr. Mantri could not help much because they were marked.
“Pak, I want to immunize the village again?”
“Iya ma'am should help there”
“There are indeed many victims sir?”
“Many buk, and Mantri sir also can not help them. Mother be careful at home do not go out of the house no matter what happens, do not let Lana away from mother. And don't forget to pray ma'am, please protect from the Esa”
“Iya sir, father also carefully”
“Before the father magrib go home buk, keep home”
“Assallammualaikum”
“Waallaikumsalam”
In the middle of the night Galuh woke up from his sleep and so did his wife.
“Pak that voice again”
“Iya bu” Bu Galuh immediately cradled the body of his son while reading prayers.
“Mas, please masssss” Shouted the wife of Mr. Suminto who was dancing in the middle of the village following the gamelan.
“Buk, aware buk opponent” buk Shouted pak Suminto who tried to hold his wife's body which began to break her bones until the sound of KRETEKK. His head turned 360 degrees to make his neck bone broken as well as other limbs.
“Tolonggggggg” Shouted Mr. Suminto, but none of the residents who came out of the house even they locked the door of their house tightly.
Until the sound of roosters crowing and the solar batara began to bring out its rays. Mr. Suminto's wife stopped her dance and from her mouth spewed out foul-smelling thick black blood. With such circumstances, of course, Mr. Suminto's wife cannot be saved. Residents who have known the depravity of Mr. Suminto and his men against Sekar, reluctant to help Mr. Suminto.
Guntur and I have traveled to Rogojati village, I forced to come because I was worried about the state of mother. You know why I only went alone with Thunder mas? Do not envy the singles heheh.mas Guntur himself who offered to help the village of my birth. On the way I unceasingly prayed for the safety of my mother. The only treasure in the world I have. Fortunately, the journey we took by bus was no obstacle, after which we had to walk approximately five kilometers to my village. Taka da ojeg or public transport, just by foot is the only way to get to my village. Fortunately, before it was dark, I and Guntur arrived at my house.
“Maya, please Guntur”
“Any mother?” Ask me who is worried about my mother
“Alhamdullah Maya's good mother, but many villagers died and some are still treated at village hall”
“Then the Thunder permit immunized the village now ya bu”
“You two rest first, I'm sure you guys are hungry, right?”
“Iya mas Thunder lest we fight with weak physique”
Me and Guntur cleaned themselves, and enjoyed mother's cooking. After fulfilling our obligations, the three of us went to Rogojati village hall to see the condition of the residents. Mother introduced me and Guntur mas to Galuh sir.
“Include my name Galuh”
“Maya sir and this Guntur” I and my mother help the residents while Guntur mas still talk with Galuh sir.
“Sorry yes guntur we so troublesome mas Guntur to come all the way to kari”
“It's okay sir helping a fellow it's our duty as human beings. What really happened sir?”
Mr. Galuh recounted everything experienced by Rogojati villagers in recent days since Rogojadi village was led by Mr. Suminto. And what Mr. Suminto has done to one of the dancers from the next village to the village of Rogojati got a curse.
“The dancer always comes every midnight mas, and will leave when dawn comes. His arrival was always accompanied by gamelan music from the forest side which became the border between Rogojati village and Wulungsari village. But I myself do not fully know what exactly has been done by Mr. Suminto and his men to the dancer”
“Hmmmmm, that means tonight we have to be on guard sir, can you take me to Mr Suminto's house?”
“Can mas let me deliver”
Galuh and I went to Mr. Suminto's house when he set foot in the house of Mr. Suminto mas Guntur felt something strange. Someone apparently fenced the house off. And of course the smell of frankincense is very pungent.
It did not take long, Mr. Suminto's men opened the door, when entering into the house of Mr. Suminto mas Guntur felt the black magic is very concentrated as well as the number of subtle creatures.
“Mas, the weather is not very good from earlier I goosebumps continue”
“Do not stop prayer ya pak”
Mr. Suminto came out of a room with a man dressed in all black with jade rings adorning his fingers. Also a red mustika stone bobble necklace that looks striking. From his clothes alone can be guessed that the man is a shaman.
“What are you doing here Galuh?” Said Mr. Suminto with a sharp tone
“I'm here just want to greet Minto, how's the Rose?”
“No need to talk Galuh do you want to fight me by bringing him” Pak Suminto pointed towards the thunder mas
“Sorry sir introduce my name Guntur, I mean my arrival here just want to help the villagers Rogojati tada other means”
“Not bother, there are already people who will fight the damned dancer. And that person is Mbah Sarjo”
“Those snots like you will not be able to solve this problem” said the shaman who underestimated the Thunder mas.
“Alright then, we beg pamit” said mas Guntur as friendly as possible
Mas Guntur and Pak Galuh left Suminto's house, not giving up but Guntur chose another way to help the villagers. Because Mr. Suminto has been affected and more confident with Mbah Sarjo.