CANDRAMAYA STORY
Part 18: The Curse of the Dancer

Starting at midnight Guntur with the men and Galuh sir on guard. While we women gathered in the village hall while reading prayers. Right at midnight the sound of gamelan strains began to slowly play out the longer the square was getting clear. Just then also a female scream was heard. The cry for help and the crackling sound of his bones starting to break was heartbreaking.

The girl is Roseni Suminto sir's daughter.

“Pakkkkk...please pack aching” Shouting Roses.

“Fight against Warni you will not let the demit hurt you” said Mr. Suminto full of confidence

“Kheeee...kheee.khee” Laughter from the demit of the dancer made some residents start to worry.

Mbah Sarjo began to start the action, in his hands is already available as a kris. Of course it is not an ordinary kris, Mbah Sarjo recited some spells and started crashing towards the demit dancer.

“Mas Thunder, do we just keep quiet like this?”

“Sabar first sir, we first see the effort mbah Sarjo but we remain vigilant and be careful not to let off guard”

“Iya mas”

Not to touch the demit of the mouth dancer Mbah Sarjo mummified a lot of blood.

“Mbah Sarjo” Saw his mainstay shaman helpless sir Suminto looked panicked and desperate. Until he knelt before the demit of the dancer.

“Sekar, sorryin all the mistakes I have done I regret please do not hurt my daughter” said Mr. Suminto pleaded.

“Close with me be a devotee of me”

“Don't listen to the persuasion of Mr. Suminto, he will bring you into error” said Guntur tried to resuscitate Mr. Suminto

“As far as you are Suminto, the choice is in your hands” Shouts of Roses make Mr. Suminto can not think clearly, until he agreed to the offer demit the dancer.

“Alright I will be your follower Sekar”

“Kheeee...kheee..kheee” Sekar gives a knife to the hand of Mr. Suminto.

“This is what Sekar?” is for

“If you want to become my follower you must become a demit like me Suminto” At that time Mr. Suminto cut his own neck until it was cut off.

And at that very moment the body of the rose fell to the ground and it spewed blood from its mouth. So did Mr. Suminto's men they all died. The sound of gamelan reverberated accompanied by a terrible laugh. He began to squeal his body following the music. Affected residents began to dance, GuNTuh mas and Galuh pak kemalangan calm the residents affected by the curse.

I was desperate to get out and help calm those who were cursed but the affected citizens were getting more and more and more panicked. Mas Guntur who tried to fight the demit was defeated because the movement of the demit dancer was very agile and the direction was unexpected. Until when the Thunder mas caught his guard back to attack the Thunder mas by flicking his shawl until the Thunder mas crashed into the ground.

I ran towards Guntur mas, and the demit stopped the dance but the citizens who were cursed still danced. I seem familiar with the demit of the dancer.

“Versky Ayu?”

“Where do you know my name?”

“You are Ayu, I am Maya, Candramaya your little friend. We used to shower together on the river”

“You are from this village?” I nodded, after which I brought myself closer to him but Guntur tried to hold me back but I convinced him that Sekar would not hurt me.

“I forgive me and the villagers of Rogojati Sekar, for all the mistakes we made during your life to make you this much.” Sekar turned his face away from me, I can see his eyes glazed when I see him.

“I'm sorry I haven't seen and played with you in a long time, since my father's departure I left this village. Until I know if this village is in trouble”

“I will pray for you Sekar, I want you to go quietly without any more grudges. I'm sad if you're like this”

“Alright Maya, I will stop all this because I respect you as my friend and after all those savage humans have died”

The gamelan music stopped and the cursed citizens stopped dancing and their bodies fell because of their broken bones.

“Thank you Sekar” Sekar showed his beautiful form in front of me, he stepped closer to me.

“Maya, my body is in the river can you bury my body properly?”

“Surely Sekar” Smile is still like before, still like Sekar I know.

“Now I have calmed down even though now I have to redeem everything in hell, where there are people like me who associate themselves with the devil and complain to the creator of”

“I will pray for you Sekar” Sekar smiles at me and after the fire burns all over the body but I can see the calmness in his eyes.

I immediately approached Guntur mas and mother, there was a little disappointment in our hearts because we could not save Mr. Suminto and Mawarni. But death is fate, all living beings will die when the time is right? Only the creator knows. We as human beings can only work.

“You are smart too yes melt demit” ledek mas Thunder

“Throwing hearts can also” I covered my face in shame, as well as the Thunder mas who seemed to be baper because of my words.

“Where his wound” Ask me trying to unravel the awkwardness between me and Guntur mas

“Have healed”

“Can suddenly yes heal”

“Can dong kan dong is here” This time replace the Thunder mas that flipped me

“Ekhhhh..” The voice of Galuh sir surprised us

“Ehhh pak”

“Lho go where mbak Maya, duhhh I so ndak this good already disrupt” Ledek pak Galuh

“Maya want to help mother sir ngerawat citizens who are injured” I actually deliberately escaped because I can not resist embarrassment, because I can not resist, not to mention that Guntur mas who kept staring at me with his sweet smile made my heart unsafe if it continued to be there.

“Mas Guntur, thank you for your help tomorrow me and the residents will go to the river to find the body of Sekar”

“I'm with pak”

“It is better that the Thunder mas rest first, the wound of the Thunder mas is also quite”

“Most tomorrow morning already enakan pak”

We are very grateful to the Creator for still protecting us Rogojati villagers. Tonight we went through a conversation with Mr. Galuh at the village hall with a cup of tea that provides a complement to our warmth this evening after passing through the gripping nights.

The injured residents have also been handled well by Mr. Mantri and assisted by residents. Maybe after this I will stay here for a few days I want to reminisce in this village. I also have not had time to make a pilgrimage to the father of my father coming to this village.

The next part may not be if I tell about my relationship with the young man who managed to make his own space in my heart. Do you know who he is?. Yes, it is true that this young man is currently sitting before me. How our love story journey began until we survived.