The Devil's Circle of Deception
the death of Admaja

Human flesh and blood are desired by the genie figure of a giant tree.

“Does the master approve as his fall?” ask the old man.

“Yes, I agree” he said.

“Master, please think again” Sen said.

“Do not interfere with my problems. Quickly start the ritual” said mr. Admaja.

Presentations and offerings are back in preparation. Mr. Admaja lay down on a large banana leaf. Now their position is moved behind the hut. Torches have been lit, the sound of crows flying around the body of the master Admaja. Mr. Sen was blocking the birds that were about to approach his body. The old man was a famous magic shaman in the hinterland. The water that already contained the spell on the flush to the body of Lord Admaja. The very fast effect made his body convulsing, he screamed in pain while opening his jaw so wide.

“Arghh! Arghh!” shouted lord Admaja.

The black insect entered his mouth, Sen sir who tried to repel it was blocked by supernatural forces. His body was thrown into a large tree branch. When he saw Mr. Sen was unconscious, the old man began the ritual again. Black insects have entered the mouth of Mr. Admaja.

He moved around, stiff body movements with a blank look. He walked away from the place wearing only black shorts towards the giant tree that was inside the ravine near the house of Transo. Instantly without thinking of him, Mr. Admaja sacrificed himself to save Wijaya. Wijaya's life survived that night while Mr. Admaja was possessed by a demon who acted unnaturally without stopping banging fists on trees.

“Dad!” shouted Wijaya.

Transo watched with laughter beside the tree while continuing his ritual.

“Stop! Father awake!” Wijaya shook the body of Mr. Admaja.

He slammed into the ground, then hit his head again. Even though the blood had poured out profusely and the skull bones were already visible, he continued the violent collision. Wijaya could not stop him, he let go of Mr. Admaja with tears and screams as hard as he could. Mr. Admaja stopped the movement when the batok of his head had broken and the contents of his head scattered.

In an instant Transo disappeared, all that was left was a resounding laugh. Lord Admaja's shattered head, his cold body and the scent of a corpse seemed to have rotted for days. Wijaya sought help and called the police. But when they returned, there was no figure of a corpse that was meant by Wijaya.

“Pak Wijaya, we did not find the body of Mr. Admaja here. We will conduct an investigation into his disappearance, said the police officer.

“But, I see with my own eyes. My father was killed by the devil!”

“Please calm yourself sir. We retreat.”

Wijaya still could not believe that his father's body was no longer in the abyss. There until the afternoon, he continued searching without stopping.

“Mas Wijaya!”

“Lisa?” Wijaya.

Lisa's voice called Transo many times. Wijaya stopped his steps, on the ground up towards the plateau saw the girl he always loved crying tears. There was a baby Jaka in his cradle, the woman's face was so tormented and in pain.

“Lisa, what happened to you?” ask Wijaya.

“Mas Wijaya, why are you here? Then, your situation is so messy” said Lisa.

“I just lost my dad” said Wijaya lowered her head.