The bus slid to Bandoso City, that morning the bus looked empty. Maybe because it was Sunday, and not the usual working day. Alone on the bus with the short-haired female bus driver and conductor who smiled politely at her, Ajeng tried to chat with the woman. But the figures behind the bus window bothered him. Because as soon as she moved away from his older brother, the creatures dared to reveal themselves even more.
"Those damned Demit again huh?"
A little girl appeared and sat beside Ajeng. Like a reflection in a mirror, the figure's face and hair closely resembled hers. Only the night blue kebaya and black jarik cloth distinguish their figures.
"What do you think about my brother's current condition? He slowly can perceive them!"
Ajeng couldn't hold her emotions after she found out that the side effects of the holy relict inside her brother's body were slowly getting stronger.
"I dunno dear. As long as my brother Atmaja who resides inside his body hasn't woken up. Then your brother will probably be fine. Or maybe not. Since the power of Atmajakala's Kris can be awoken without the power of the soul of its possessor. Therefore your brother probably can summon the kris without the help of my brother.
Those goddamn creatures are after the atma of the deities Kanjeng Putri! it doesn't even matter whether if the god has been banished from heaven or was forgotten."
"Should I just go back? Atmaja's aura will get stronger with the time of his awakening. If that happens, then brother's life will be in danger."
"In that case, why doesn't Princess leave it to the main house? Revoking the holy artifact like that would be easy peasy for them."
"What if my brother died in the process?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Anuja's face, the red lips brought her closer to Ajeng's ear, which did not have earrings on it. Then he whispered soft words that a second later froze time from inside Ajeng.
"At that time we just need to resurrect him, Kanjeng Putri! That's will be easy for you right? As the possessor of Amrita and the Cupumanik who contained it"
Anuja's whisper pierced Ajeng's ear, the smile of the girl who looked exactly like her, disappeared into silver dust. Ajeng's gaze turned to the figures behind the glass. The girl's two brown eyes stared at dozens of demits in the form of flaming body Banaspati, the giant skeletons Jerangkong, and the white lady ghost with enormous breast Wewe which grinning at her from behind the bus window.
Seeing that unfriendly gaze, the creatures negated their form. Make Ajeng breathe a sigh of relief. She touched her chest, and she felt the cupumanik inside her throb slowly. The Amrita water flows into her soul the Atma, then spreads it to all parts of her body.
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The feeling when the old geezer looked at me is still stuck in my mind, and that feeling doesn't want to go away. My bicycle is speeding between houses with middle-aged women sweeping the yard and I couldn't concentrate at all.
A glance from the corner of my eye caught the reflection of a few crows perched on a power line, the black eyes on the bird's cranium were exactly like the old geezer's eyes. As if, the old geezer turned into dozens of crows lined up along the power lines and watching me silently.
I closed the door of the house in a hurry until it made a loud noise, I closed the windows and curtains in all the rooms opened by Ajeng this morning. my hunch is getting worse when I saw a crow in front of my bedroom window just as I was about to close the curtains. I turned on all the house lights even though the sun was rising, just to dispel the feeling of anxiety in me.
Ajeng has left and that means I have to take care of this house alone. Will that kuntilanak ghost girl appears again in my backyard again tonight? I hope not. Moreover, tomorrow I have to go to school to start a new semester in my second year.
I tried to leave the windowless room at my father's house and walked to his study. Immerse me among old books in a windowless room where the sound of the crows won't bother me.
An old computer was seen in the corner of the carpeted room, sitting there unattended for nearly five years. I idly turned on the cathode tube computer. The computer asked me to enter a password and I just entered my mother's name there.
Surprisingly the password was right. The sound from inside the CPU sounded discordant in my ears and a program window appeared by itself.
My brow furrowed when I saw a window containing a web page in front of me. Last updated a few hours ago. Strangely, when I tried to access the site's address with my cell phone, I couldn't find it.
My brain stopped thinking for a moment, then I idly browsed the page with the words "Nirvana" emblazoned on the main menu. The contents of the page mostly feel like a research paper, but with mystical things instead of scientific objects. Sounds like pseudoscience to my ears, but maybe I shouldn't say such a thing after witnessing the strangeness that happens in just the past few days. Whoever fills this page with such a thing looks serious about it. Several foreign names were plastered there, as well as heirlooms, sacred artifacts, demonic weapons, etc. that became the object of research.
In the historical research section, I found a discussion about the Legend of Bandoso. About strong evidence that supports the occurrence of the legend. As far as I know, folklore in this place is very rarely written in script form and is only told by word of mouth. It is certainly difficult to prove such a thing, especially to find the objectivity of the story. After stumbling across the stuff that I didn't understand, finally I closed the site and shut down Dad's computer.
I don't really understand what the old man's job is. He only told me that he used to travel around Java a lot. Look for antiques and then sell them. He also occasionally told me that he had been doing some illegal stuff like selling some fake old historical manuscripts to foreigners, and they bought it anyway because they were tempted by the low price.
Besides that, my father just spends his time in this house, picking me up from school with that old bicycle in the garage or playing plastic ball in the backyard. I lay down on the carpet, trying to continue my dream after Ajeng woke me up this morning.
The image of the crow or the girl on the banyan turned out to be nothing compared to the drowsiness that I felt. For a moment I tried to remember whether I left the stove on or the front door unlocked. But my drowsiness made me fall asleep just like that, drowning my consciousness in the dreamland.