Kharisma Jagat Army
Part 54: Sujana and Rangda 6

“Pak, you don't mess around, it's enough, after all our children are in town again, it's enough, if you don't like living here and being booed by the villagers here, anyway, we move, that's enough, don't be like this!” Sujana's mother held her husband out of the house with a cemani chicken, a pocong rope owned by a person who had been buried before passing 40 days and the land of his grave.

He will seduce the dead soul to rise again, look for the rope and after that he will give sajen in the form of cemani chicken, black coffee and rice, that way, he will give sajen, that pocong spirit would become obedient to what his orders were.

“You can accept that humiliation easily? I'm not, we were cast out and humiliated in such a way, the hand that was bought from the hard work of my son was thrown, I'll be sure that he will not calm his life, I want him to die!” His father could not forget the incident, in the village there was a shaman who lived apart from the village, lived in the forest there and received pellet orders for livestock or plantation products, as long as the dowry is right, the order will be delivered.

“Pak, it's a musik! Father also from yesterday was not praying, now you have to repent and now we go far from this place!”

“If you want to go, go, but I don't, I want to see the girl is miserable and hurt.”

Then he turned down the hand of the wife holding his hand to hold him back from leaving, he could no longer hold back, it had been two days since the rejection of the proposal at the market, the mother and father were laughed at openly for the rejection of the proposal, they said Sujana did not know himself, no one empathized, no one, so the father immediately established himself to visit the forest and asked for the condition of denying people.

So the shaman asked for a large amount of livestock, as well as the condition of the sajen he brought just now, he even recklessly dug the grave of one of the neighbors who died not even 40 days, his mother knew that his father would not accept, so that the poor, the father always felt himself high, understood, his parents were rich, but because of the debt that wrapped around his grandfather Sujana, he was not, eventually the family went bankrupt and left only the rest of the livestock that were distributed to posterity, which is what made them finally able to live a life of animal farming.

Hence, sometimes his father Sujana likes to forget himself, if he is not the person he used to be.

Mr. Sujana then went back into the forest, the shaman's house, the shaman was waiting, was burning something in his yard, ungun fire lit with a strange spell.

Jiwatma anururing animal, kajina tidabakda, ari jawean tukariswah, khuntiwiri pasowan dalu bitter.

The shaman continued to carry spells and made the once small ungun fire become increasingly bigger until it rose, if only you could see it, then the fire was already as high as the shaman reciting the spell.

“Ki, this is cemani chicken, a pocong rope from the dead that has not been 40 days, then there is black coffee and rice, I have washed the rice with my blood droplets, I have, so that when the soul eats our offerings, he will recognize me as lord.”

“Cut the head of the cemani chicken, put the blood in the bowl that I have provided, after that, you pour the nest in the middle of the fire, your hands will burn, but just hold it, then you throw a pocong rope into the blaze to call the spirit you took the pocong rope from.

“Good Ki.”

Then his father Sujana did all that was ruled by the shaman, while his father Sujana did that, the shaman continued to cast spells.

It took 2 hours until finally from the direction of the forest, looks a figure that is quite terrible, the spirit was wearing a shroud, of course he was a pocong shape that is quite terrible.

His face was so pitch-black that just as his lips were blackened, he floated in a very clear direction, a purple flame that had burned his pocong rope. His face looks angry, which creature is not angry, if only sleeping facing an angel, suddenly interrupted by living beings to solve his own problems.

The shaman cast the spell getting louder.

Jiwatma anururing animal, kajina tidabakda, ari jawean tukariswah, khuntiwiri pasowan dalu bitter.

Jiwatma anururing animal, kajina tidabakda, ari jawean tukariswah, khuntiwiri pasowan dalu bitter.

Jiwatma anururing animal, kajina tidabakda, ari jawean tukariswah, khuntiwiri pasowan dalu bitter.

Do you read the spell, be careful, three times read, maybe the pocong will be outside your window. It's just a warning.

The pocong stopped seeing the coffee and rice, the shaman continued to cast a spell for the pocong to follow their will, eating sajen as a supernatural dowry so that the pocong would submit to its master.

The pocong then began to look down, slowly like a dog he sniffed his coffee and rice and then it didn't take long, he ate his rice and coffee.

When it ran out, the shaman told his father Sujana to tie a pocong rope on his head with a rope of shroud that had been soaked using a mixture of water and blood of his master, this is to strengthen the leadership, and the, in order for the pocong to duck more and more, then after the rope of the shroud was tied to the head, the shaman asked his father Sujana to rule.

“Stand.” Pocong whose face had changed did not blacken anymore, but just pale it, had given a sign that he became a pet spirit.

The pocong that was still licking his sajen container, finally stood up.

He looked at his master blankly, clearly, the pocong had served.

“Take the pocong home, and then it's up to you, it's yours, but remember, you'll have to give it back if your target is dead, because otherwise he'll be your pet forever, he will continue to ask for sajen then eventually you will have trouble if the old age arrives.”

“Yes, I'll make sure he dies first, then I return it.”

Then the pocong followed the master back home, the next day you already know, how Princess Kencana was disturbed by the pale-faced pocong.

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“Daughter sleeps, it's been two days he sleeps not well because of fear, but he can't say, because every time he wants to say, suddenly he can't talk, he can't talk, like his mouth was covered by cold hands and a foul smell, the Princess could only cry, while his parents did not understand the state of his son.

“Princess looked towards the window, then towards the left side of her bed, where the door was, she dyed to make sure there were no pocongs she saw again, after feeling safe, Princess then slept, and then slept, he had prepared a blanket to cover his body and face, he didn't want to see anything.

It didn't take long, she fell asleep, fifteen minutes walking, the Princess was suddenly shocked, but her whole body couldn't move, from the soles of her feet she felt something very cold, cold hands that held the soles of his feet, then spread to the furthest, thighs and abdomen, The princess who could not move was inside the blanket that covered up to his head, only able to see something that was piercing him, and was unable to move, he stared at the stomach, a knot in the head was visible, the Princess was crying, but she could not make a sound, she tried to close her eyes, so that the apparition disappeared, but could not, her eyes kept turning.

While he was looking at that, the pocong's visible head was getting up to the Princess's body part, from her stomach to her face, at this moment even the Princess's face and the pocong's face were looking at each other, looking at each other, The princess cried because she could not scream, could not close her eyes let alone run.

He just cried without making a sound, then the pocong muttered, muttering that has been in the past few days can not be heard .. “AN ... TAKA ...” The murmuring and whispering made the Princess even more frightened, she cried until she was dark, she fainted.

Antaka comes from the Sanskrit language, which means DEAD!

The purpose of this witchcraft is clear, so that the Princess Dead, santet this pocong rope is very famous in her village, this type of witchcraft will not be stopped until the target dies, this type of santet is one of the highest students in the perghaian class, so, Princess Kencana is difficult to survive.

Until finally ….

“Bone son, father ...your father ... has passed away.” The voice from there was heard, the voice of her mother Jana who told her son, that her father had died through the telephone line of the house owned by the village, her mother called the Sujana office from there.

Sujana heard it instantly fall down, her eyes let out tears without a sound, she wanted to cry but her chest felt down, she was short of breath and after her office colleague gave her water, she wanted to cry, Sujana just felt not crowded anymore and began to be able to breathe, after that the cry of a broken stone, he cried as a matter of fact while apologizing to his father.