Village Horror Stories Collection
Keris Bearer of Catastrophe Part 1

...Chapter VIII's...

...Keris Bearer of Cataka...

It was a windy and cloudy morning. I went alone to the fields to plant a little rice. There are only about 100 meters left unplanted.

The watery rice paddies were knee-deep, making a slightly piercing chill. What else with the wind that does not stop blowing. Honestly, I don't really care because I'm used to it.

From a distance also saw people busy with their respective fields. Some plow with tractors, some are slashing weeds with sickle-like tools. People in our area used to call Tujak. With a tax, it will speed up the workmanship rather than with a machete.

The sound produced from the tractor and people slashing the grass, somehow made the atmosphere feel calm and comfortable in the rice field. I also continued to plant rice.

Now the sun began to appear until the atmosphere became warm. At such a moment, there was suddenly a glare light that bounced right into my eyes, and it turns out that it came from a bull (land dividing line deliberately made with piles of soil and old rice leaves).

When I looked from afar it was like Tetujah (the Y-shaped wood used to grow rice). I wonder how a wood makes me glare. I approached him, and it turned out to be a knife shaped like a dagger without a sheath.

I was very astonished. How could it suddenly be there, when I walked here found nothing.

Then I pulled out the keris that was stuck in the docks, then looked at all sides and grabbed it. There were some carvings that I did not understand. It's even a little rusty.

As I continued to look, my body immediately goosebumps, my shoulders felt heavy, like someone was patting behind me. I couldn't even move to look back, it felt like my whole body was numb.

Just then at the other end of the netra, I slightly saw the silhouette of someone continuing to slowly approach. “Take it if you're brave.”

I turned away spontaneously, but when I saw there was no one. The wind grew stronger and continued to hit my body.I saw again the keris with a confused feeling, and at that time it also felt more and more creepy.

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Chpater VIII

Keris Bearer of Catastrophe

Introduce my name Roni. A farmer in the village of Anjir Serapat Tengah, Kuala Kapuas. I am now in my 40s and live in Handil Mantat. People used to call me Julak Roni.

It was about half-time two in the afternoon, I prepared the need to fish Haruan (cork). In this village we use bamboo as a fishing rod for haruan fishing. That is using bamboo along 6-7 meters, we used to call it unjun kacar.

“You angled yes Julak?” ask Amin the teenager here.

“Handak maunjun jua kah (want fishing too yes?)” I asked back when I saw him carrying a bucket and a small bamboo.

“Ingeh Julak.”

“Mancing papuyu fish yes, if you want to be able to join Julak using motor.”

“No need, we just use a bicycle with Mahmud,” he replied while pointing Mahmud behind the new one.

“Initial Julak,” sahut Mahmud immediately memoes his bike and followed by Amin.

When all is ready, I leave immediately. Along the road Handil Mantat this on the left and right was challenged by a wide rice field.

There are also far from the houses of the residents of Handil Cempaka and also Handil Gardu. What's more is the growing season, so there's just water everywhere.

I met with Amin and Mahmud on the road. They were fishing in one of the villagers.

“Loh why fishing in this place, no fish here, mending to the rice fields amang Ardan, there is very rame.”

“Try ja Julak ai earlier, if ai there (try if there is),” replied Amin.

“First, later we will also go there,” Mahmud said.

“Oh yasudah, it's up to you.”

I greeted them. “Many banar pocket kulihan already (much power can already be).”

Zainal looked at me while smoking his cigarette. “Which is there, I also just arrived. Nih Hj's. Sabran who has a lot of can,” replied Zainal while pointing with a cigarette in hand.

“Hanyar two ikung, tugin smooth-smooth (New also two tails, it was small),” reply Hj. Sabran.

“Lumayan. Oh yeah how are your rice fields done?” my many.

“Still a lot, maybe about 5 more balums in tanami,” replied Zainal.

“Pun pian pang Ji (if you have Hajj)?”

“Alhamdulillah is done, stay upstream still not,” replied Hj. Sabran continued fishing.

“Many banar Haji ni bisi pahumaan (many of these hajj have rice fields),” sahut Zainal while Hj. Sabran just laughed.

“Say of people Handil Gardu, some are fishing even hit by kris stuck in his mail,” said Hj. Sabran.

“Ai really.” I was a little surprised to hear that.

“Where is Ji's story?” sahut Zainal's.

“The man fishing papuyu fish in one of the rice fields residents of Handil Gardu. Didn't expect it to be pulled even heavy he said. Until the trouble, and the strange rope is not broken. People mencing this also thought it was just a case of wood or grass until it was heavy like that,” said Hj. Sabran.

“Pas continues to be pulled, it turns out even like the tattoos we use to plant rice, where mossy again he said. Pas seen closer, strangely again it is only stuck at the end of the hook,” he continued.

“Which is not telapas as well, how can ya?” Zainal.

“Ya it's strange. Pas was taken and looked around and realized, it turned out that the keris was complete with a sheath.Even said the person who came mcing with him, had seen there was a shadow that helped lift the keris, which was,” answer Hj. Sabran.

“Then did he take tuh kris?” I'm very curious.

“Brought home instead. But there is news again he said he wants to be returned or given to people who want to keep,” he replied.

“Ai napa so kitu ha (that's why so)?” sahut Zainal's.

“Cannot say, instead of making it comfortable even make it difficult. The waiter likes to flirt making a scene one house. Therefore want to be returned to the place of origin or given to the right person,” he replied.

“Hiii .. kayapa form jar (how does it look like)?” tanya Zainal is horrified.

“His tongue was stretched to the floor from the plapon. No one saw it again he said in the front tree of the big black-haired house sitting facing the house. Like waiting for a house to come out, it was only the first night, not to mention the second night third,” replied Hj. Sabran shuddered in horror.

I just heard it until it creeps. “He's bad again. To the extent that the ghost is inside the mosquito net, sitting waiting at the end of the foot of the person who found the keris earlier,”.

“Kayapa kada takutan kitu, saw batungguan in kalambu, lewar (how not afraid to try, until waiting in the mosquito net, severe)!” reply Zainal while shaking his head in wonder.

“There is a new habar he said that keris tu already-”

“Hiii .. already ja Ji kada can again well ventured. Flattening my heart (Have Ji couldn't stand it anymore I heard it. My feet were already shaking),” cut me.

I was honestly scared to hear it. “Cooling times nih, parents time scared,” taunting Zainal.

“Two,” reply me and laugh at them.

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When it started the afternoon I went home. Along the way I kept thinking about what Hj told me. Sabran. The story really scared me and worried. Not without reason. Honestly, I took the keris I found this morning and brought it home.

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