Darma bit his lip harder. His eyes were also tightly closed. His hands squeezed his thighs to keep himself from screaming when he felt a creeping animal hiss beside him. Slowly, the presence of the reptiles seemed to be getting closer. His rough scaly skin was felt against the back of Darma's hand. His heart felt like it was jumping. He wanted to stand up right now and run to finish this magical ritual led by Ki Joko Tangkil.
However, when Darma remember about Dewan who was lying helplessly on a hospital bed, Darma could only hold back all his fears. His determination was made up; this was the only way he could make money quickly. A large snake was felt wrapped around Darma's body. He just let the snake crawl, crawling all over his body. Sometimes, the snake's long tongue brushed against his skin. It is impossible to imagine what kind of fear he is holding in, but again, Darma is only able to survive without making a sound and opening his eyes, even though his fear is getting worse.
Five minutes passed. The large snake that had been wrapped around Darma's body for a long time, making his bones feel crushed, now gradually released its coils and made Darma breathe a sigh of relief again, although he did not know when Ki Joko Tangkil would allow his eyes to be opened.
The sound of the snake drifting away was not the end of the ritual. It wasn't long before the greeting came from another supernatural being. The terrifying laughter of the most terrifying female ghost made Darma once again unable to bite his lip while trying to keep his eyes closed tightly without trying to peek at what was happening around him.
"Hihihihi... hihihihi." The sound of laughter alternating with crying again made Darma's hair tingle. He can feel the lion, snake, and now the presence of the Kuntilanak even though Darma is only guessing because his eyes are still closed. Don't ask what kind of fear Darma went through.
However, Darma was determined not to run away from the ritual before it was declared finished by Ki Joko Tangkil. Whatever will happen after his marriage to Nyimas Randu, Darma is ready to bear it. Because, besides wanting the safety of Dewan, Darma was tired of being the subject of insults from his parents in law, who always said harsh words because of the poverty that kept entangling him.
After the laughter and cries of the Kuntilanak stopped, Darma felt like many pairs of eyes were scanning his direction. He couldn't see, but his ears could hear that it wasn't just Ki Joko Tangkil nearby, although Darma guessed that all those present were probably the demigods of Randusewu who made Nyi Randu their god and leader.
Darma has been sitting cross-legged in front of the big Kapok tree with his eyes closed. Now the situation beside him has returned to silence and Ki Joko Tangkil has stopped chanting the spell. Darma's back felt like it was being whipped by the leaves three times before Joko Tangkil told him that the occult marriage ritual between Darma and Nyimas Randu was declared complete.
"Open your eyes, Darma," ordered Ki Joko Tangkil. Slowly, Darma opened his eyes.
Darma blinked many times when he realised he was now in front of a room where there was a golden mosquito net covering and the silhouette of Nyimas Randu was in it.
"Now you are legally the husband of my Queen, Nyimas Randusewu. You are the one who will open the Nyimas mosquito net and satisfy his desires every Kliwon Friday night. You must satisfy Nyimas without complaining, and an abundance of wealth will be your payment, a reward that will make him seen and exalted in the eyes of the residents of Rancarawa. However, don't forget Dharma." Joko Tangkil raised his index finger straight in line with the direction of his gaze.
"No one should follow you when you come to this palace every month on Kliwon Friday. In addition, when the time comes and Nyimas asks for proof of your loyalty, You also have to sacrifice the blood of a girl who is still holy. It is considered your recompense and devotion to Nyimas.
You are now not only a husband to Nyimas, but you are also a devotee of Nyimas Randusewu, who must obey all his orders. Don't forget those two conditions, Darma. You must remember both of them so that my Queen will not be angry with you. Every Kliwon, every Friday night, you must not forget to perform the ritual intercourse with your wife, Nyimas Randusewu. Do you understand Dharma? " Ki Joko Tangkil asked in a voice that sounded so firm that Darma again jumped from his amazement at what he saw behind the mosquito net.
"I understand, Ki," answered Darma.
"Enter the mosquito net now. Nyimas is waiting for you, and make sure you leave this palace before dawn." Darma nodded, and when he lifted his face, Ki Joko Tangkil was no longer in his place. Darma slowly stepped into the room where Nyimas Randu was waiting for him.
"Nyimas Randu, are you inside?" Darma asked hesitantly.
"Come here, my husband. I've been waiting for you, honey. Do you miss me?" The gentle brush of Nyimas Randu's fingers felt real on Darma's cheek.
Dharma turned around. The first thing he saw was Nyimas' sweet smile with pink lips. Her lips now look so seductive to Darma. Whereas earlier, Darma clearly saw that Nyimas Randu was in a mosquito net.
Starting tonight, Darma must familiarise himself with all the supernatural things that automatically follow him after he officially becomes the husband of Nyimas Randusewu.
"I'm waiting for you, Darma. Join forces with my soul. Then the ease of the world will be in your hands," whispered Nyimas Randu with his lips close to Darma's ear. Her breath evokes the wild side of Darma.
"What should I do, Nyimas?" Darma asked in a trembling voice.
"Close your eyes." Darma obeyed. He took it for granted when Nyimas Randu put a cloth over his eyes.
Darma can't deny it. The scent of Nyimas Randu's body makes Darma's male passion rise instantly. On the other hand, Darma is still afraid to imagine what will happen to him tonight, because, after all, Nyimas Randu is not a human figure, no matter how beautiful she shows her form in front of Darma. There is still one fear that is not easy to avoid.
"Satisfy me, Darma. I thirst for your caress." Nyimas Randu's fingers danced on Darma's face.
Darma grabbed the knot of the blindfold. Suddenly his hand was pushed away roughly. Darma wants to look how beautiful Nyimas Randu tonight.
"Don't open it, keep wearing it until you satisfy my desire, Darma." Nyimas Randu's fingers gently caressed Darma's jaw, awakening Darma's desire.
The first kliwon Friday night for Darma to enter Nyimas Randusewu's golden mosquito net made Darma not regret the slightest sip of pleasure with the beautiful Nyimas, the guardian of the big randu tree. Unmitigated, Nyimas Randu also paid Darma a bag of money that Darma would use to pay for the Council's operating costs.