pancason
41. black magic rituals

"Amon?!" pekik Rea was shocked.

Everyone automatically looked at Rea, and took a suspicious look at the girl's reaction. His reaction would seem to show that he knew about a demon named Amon.

"Why, Re? You know about Amon?" tanya Ita. 

Rea looked at his friends one by one, he did not know how to explain what he had known from his father. The story of the demon named Amon, also about the woman whose name is like the name Rea. He did not want them all to know these things from his mouth. 

"Eum, no. It's not. I've only heard stories about Amon. The name of the devil is not foreign" said Rea a little nervous.

"Oh, I think you know this story too. Continues, Sir? How's it going?"

"Is the terrorist still in the village?" 

They seemed so enthusiastic to hear the story of Wiryo. Moreover, the middle-aged man was also an accomplished storyteller. Coupled with the addition that the story is from real events, making everyone more interested.

"There's still. But he only shows up on certain days. So if that day comes, then all the villagers will stay at home. No matter what happens, no one will leave the house. So that we're safe from the pocong's terror attack."

"Udah. Don't talk about that pocong anymore. I'm afraid," Apri's whining that's getting stuck on Diah. 

"Yes, really. Yes, yuk. We eat before we go back. We should get there before night." 

They ended the story about the village of Pak Wirya. Indeed, if it is continued, then the fear little by little will definitely be embedded in their minds. Consciously or unconsciously, they will be affected by the story. Moreover, their position is now in the forest, where the incident began. 

Mr. Wirya is still with them because he finally accepted Ita's offer to take lunch. But after the terrible story, Mr. Wirya also replaced it with another story that is more fun. For example, about life in his village, then the number of people who now often visit the forest to complete their hobbies. So that the forest was more crowded, and no longer felt as creepy as it had been. 

"Oh, yeah. I just remembered. I also met students like you. But he's alone. When I asked, he said from Jakarta as well. Then ... The jacket he wears ... It feels the same, as you are wearing now," pointed Mr. Wirya towards the alma mater suit they are wearing now.

They deliberately wear the suit because of one of the conditions on the campus. So if bad things happen later, the campus will find them faster by air. Because the color of the suit they wear will appear shining, dazzling when viewed from a distance. They used special materials for the suit.

"Students like us?" dana asked confused.

"Yes, right. I think he's one of this group. Am I wrong?"

Mr. Wirya's question made them all look at each other with confused expressions. They had absolutely no idea, if anyone else from the campus had come to this forest as well.

"Who, huh?" hani asked while staring at her friend alternately.

They just shook their heads because they really didn't know it.

"If you can know what the characteristics are like, sir?" ask Dana.

Mr. Wirya looked up looking thoughtful and remembered the face of the young boy who had met before. "he was a boy, his height was probably 180 cm, his body was thin, his eyes were brownish, his eyes were brown, then his face looks like a Middle Easterner" explained Mr. Wirya.

Suddenly they all glared. From the characteristics mentioned by Mr. Wirya, there is only one person who has the same characteristics. He is Fauzan. Their friend who was also a team when lost yesterday.

"Fauzan?"

"Yes, it's him!"

"why did he come here, huh?"

"Hoooh. Not yesterday when we asked him to refuse me outright."

"That's the weird one. Did she experience the same thing as everyone else, huh?"

"When otherwise how?"

"What do you mean, Dan?"

"If he comes here just want to find something how?" dana asked her friend for her opinion.

"Huh? Looking for what it means?" ask Rea who does not understand what Dana said.

"Something about the prank. You remember what the village chief said the other day?"

They finally remembered that. Sentences from the village chief when they had just been found. Before they headed to the airport, they were taken to the house of the local village chief. But not the village where Mr. Wirya lives. But the village next door.

The village also knows some things about the condition of the forest. The incident that once existed in the forest has become a hereditary story for local villagers. The forest they were in, was a wild forest that was quite creepy.

"But why do you think that Fauzan came here because of that, Dan?" ask Blendoz.

"Gue had heard, Fauzan again chatted with his friends. He continues to call the intention to perform the pesugihan. Let me be rich, do not work anymore, do not need school. Whether it's just a joke or it's serious. But if we keep the red thread, it makes sense, right?"

"Yes too. Crazy the Fauzan. How can you think so. Ckck."

Not only Blendoz, all of his friends were also amazed by Fauzan's behavior.

"Yes already. Then, excuse me to go home first, Mas, Mba," said Mr. Wirya who was packing will be home soon.

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you very much" said Leni.

"I should have said thank you. Had lunch here before coming home. Hehe."

"It's okay, sir. If there are many people who eat, it will feel better" said Hani.

"Yes, that's right. Yes, you guys be careful in this forest. If you meet the roots of the nose."

"Mimang's charmer?"

In Indonesia, especially in the Java area, there is a mythological story about subtle creatures that can make someone lost. Apparently not only in Java, but in the land of Kalimantan there is also the term.

Mimang root is a tree root that is believed to be the incarnation of supernatural creatures that often mislead travelers, especially usually mountaineers or forest explorers who behave rashly while in the wild.

Viewed from the point of view of appearance, the roots of the nosebleed are indeed a type of ordinary tree roots in general. But what makes it seem to be a mythological creature is from the folklore that believes that if the human foot stumbles or over the roots of the nose, then the person will be dazed, if stepping over or hooked it in the forest, or in the forest, then he would get lost not being able to go home just circling around. It is said that the roots of the mimang tree come from the roots of the dewandaru tree, a tree that is considered sacred and sacred.

"Well, how do we know if it's the root of the nose, or not, sir?"

Mr. Wirya just looked at them with a smile. "Just pray. God willing, you will be kept out of danger in this forest. As long as your intentions are good, surely your path will be facilitated," he said looking wise.

Wirya left those who still enjoyed lunch.

After a few minutes passed, Dana also gave a warning so that they prepared to continue the journey. They had decided not to stay in the forest, near the old well that had made them stray repeatedly the other day. Even if they had to stay overnight, they had to set up a tent on the edge of the forest, just like where they are now.

The journey was resumed. They continued walking without resting again. It was noon, they also had to hurry to get to their destination quickly. Their task was very trivial, just putting back the black orchid flowers to their original place.

Until they finally arrived.

"Look at that Fauzan, right?" point Diah to the north side of the forest. They looked and looked for what was meant.

"Gob!" tell Dana and make them squat automatically so that their whereabouts are unknown to Fauzan.

Fauzan was near the old well. He seems to be performing strange rituals. Rea and his friends only noticed Fauzan from a distance.

"what the hell is he?!" ask Apri wonder.

"Chooked ritual!"

"Ih, don't think that Fauzan can do such a thing! Allying with the devil!"

"Eh, wait! Do you remember what Mr Wirya said?" ask Rea.

"Which one?"

"Terror pocong in his village began again, he said it means ... The devil in the free well? Aye, right? So ... Where is she? Is it in this forest?"

"yes too! Hey, we need to be careful. Don't let your guard down!"

"Duh, that flower can not be placed here just keep us back now? Afraid know!" whining Apri.

"No way, Pri. He said we were told to deliver to where the flowers were taken. And it's on top of that old well!" added Hani who makes Apri more panicked.

"We'll put it down later. Wait for Fauzan to leave. Now let's see what Fauzan's doing."

But arriving, Fauzan turned to look at them all. Suddenly they were surprised, and increasingly covered their respective bodies behind trees or shrubs.

Dana was still peeking at Fauzan, and she watched, losing Fauzan was now running towards them with a knife in his hand.