The Devil's Circle of Deception
Monkey Statue

The day is getting grim, the world is too much grief and suffering. Waiting for the happy news is only a mirage of futility in the mystical stories of the supernatural science believers. Carving sharp objects in the heart rim, incisions, droplets of orange juice increasingly open the inner wound. Drowns the body, alive but like a miserable corpse on the face of the earth. He really is a bad boy.

Yuno cried watching the bodies of her parents, at first she only heard the father who was gone until finally the two of them closed their eyes. Many of the mourners present, Hany's mother and Hery sir during life are very good and always friendly with the surrounding residents. Funeral process in motion, roses and pandan leaves scattered on red soil.

The cries of their grandchildren still sounded faint in the air. Especially Lisa sitting on the side of the road like a madman. He had lost everything, many times wanting to get out of this village still he returned to his original point. Transo has locked it with various pellet science that has been immersed in flesh to the bone of his marrow.

“Dad, I forgive your ungodly son this” cries Lisa in her long groan.

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“Master, mistress Lisa as if being restrained by subtle creatures so that she can not get out of the village” Sen said.

“Lisa, you are really poor. What should I do now?” muttered.

Whining baby Jaka, the baby looks not calm even though it has been fostered by the adoptive father. As much as possible Wijaya back to calm. He did not want his son to be sad or lacking. Sen remained standing waiting for his next command while watching the master.

“I can't do anything, if I go there then Jaka will lose me. And vice versa, now we have to prepare a mature plan. You went to the address written on the nightstand. Tell him that I sent you” Wijaya said.

“Good sir, I permit pamit.”

Driving the car for hours to find the address, Sen was confused to see two branches of the road in a quiet traffic. There was nothing he could ask, even until fifteen minutes had passed there was not a single vehicle passing by.

“What should I do?” mummified Sen.

He decided to take the left side of the lane, driving a little faster until he saw a temple standing two large monkey statues. Sen stopped the vehicle, got out of the car while glancing around. From the back, a light clap landed on his shoulders.

“Who are you? what are you doing here?”

“Sorry sir, I want to go to this address.

Do you know the place?” tanya Sen thrust out a piece of paper.

The man raised his lips slightly and then sighed. He put the paper back into Sen's hand then glared out a loud tone.

“You'd better leave soon!”

“Why sir? I came here well and did not have the slightest bad intentions” Sen said.

“You will take a big risk if you continue this step. Alright, after you pass these two statues then you won't be able to regret your decision.”

As soon as the old man left, Sen's footsteps slowly entered the entrance. He stopped looking at the rows of men in black with keris at their waists each standing in the way. The smell of incense is very piercing the nasal cavity in between the sounds of commotion from inside the neatly lined huts.

“Quick go or I'll break your neck!” throw out the wrong guy.

Sen raised both his hands while bending his knees. This time he had thought he would die horribly or be killed tragically by them. Sen shook giving the paper to one of the grumpy men earlier.

“I am the envoy of Mr. Wijaya” Sen said in a frightened tone.

The men immediately opened the way, one of them wearing a blankon hat allowed him to enter into a giant joglo. Sen took off his footwear, slowly sitting face to face until he realized there was another figure who loved him. Highlighting the red eyes behind the trees, Sen uttered a sigh in his heart waiting for the man to start the conversation.

A man gave a tray on a layer of banana leaves, on top of which there were several small containers and cantilevered flowers. He placed it in the middle of the table and then again brought a small monkey statue with a black necklace with black eyes. The man in the blank hat began to mutter, both hands reciting the spell penetrated into the statue then bathed the red liquid and flowers on it.

“Is that liquid blood?” mummified Sen.

All over her hair was goosebumps, she felt something touching her hand. Sen berinisitif shifted the sitting position to approach the old man, but the two men behind him held his body very strong. The tighter his body restrained, the stronger the delicate figure pressed against the skin of his hand to cause injury. The blood that came out was jet black, Sen cried out in pain but his mouth was tightly closed by another black-clothed man.

Every one who comes must bear the risk, blood flow and heart beating in the pursuit by the waiters and devotees of the cult. Towards a dark path, Wijaya's final decision to protect Lisa is nothing but to sacrifice herself.

“You take it easy, all these things you've been through or this pain will be back by the man who told you to come here” whispered one of the men in black.

Sen just nodded then tried to calm down. After reciting the spell, Sen asked to pour black blood on the monkey statue. Shaking his hands obeyed the man's orders. Oddity appeared on his scar that disappeared as the man had said.

“Did my wound really move to lord Wijaya?” murmured Smen slightly in disbelief.

“Hei young man, Carry this statue pack carefully. Don't open it until your own master opens it. Remember, no matter what happens, you do not throw this statue” said the man in a high-pitched blankon hat.

“Good sir, I will remember it.”

Leaving the haunted area with a sense of still being anxious, Sen saw a human ape figure as if following him. Now the terrible figure is sitting right beside him, Sen can only resign and run his vehicle as fast as possible.

In the car, the smell of frankincense is very stinging even though the car glass is opened so wide. The sound of moaning and crowded monkey sounds make his eardrums like they want to break. That day, Sen almost had an accident. A little more he fight goats with a mini bus transport, a supernatural figure in the form of an ape like saving himself so that he can pass death.

“Argghh!” his screams.

The bus in front of him disappeared without a trace.