the story of the onion hill performers

This Mystery Real Story was told directly by the perpetrator who requested that his real name be kept secret. Call it the name Tarno. The man with a wife and two children settled in a small village that was quite far away at the end of Kubu Raya Regency. A quiet village from the hustle and bustle, but in that place Tarno was born and raised so that he could take him to a respected position by being a husband and father. Here is the mystical story told by Tarno in full.
Although living in concern, because it only relies on income from fishing, our households are fairly harmonious. If we disagree, we always take the path of deliberation. We must apply this matter to cover up disgrace and all forms of deficiencies that exist in our household so as not to be heard by outsiders. Because that's the message from our parents.
Day after day I spend just to work and work. I did this, besides being aware of my responsibilities as the head of the household, I also wanted to reach my hopes and aspirations. Well, maybe my family's economy can change and I can set aside a little of my money for the future of my children in the future. But all of that was lost, when I began to know the name of gambling.
Starting when my home the arrival of a male guest turned out to be Wahono, my best friend, who also came from the village where I lived at that time. But he no longer lives there, because a few years ago, two years if not mistaken, with his family, Wahono moved to the township district to change his fate. It's true, judging by his appearance, he looks different from before, more neat and comfortable. Moreover, his business is experiencing a lot of progress. One of them is fish stalls or stalls selling fish. And the purpose of his arrival at that time was to invite me to work together

You mean? "I asked not understand.
"So this is Tar, all this time I bought fish directly from the fishermen, who then sold it back to my stall. Well, I also want you to do the same thing, catch fish and sell it to me. Indeed the price I offer is not large "But you can routinely sell it to me. Because if you stay like that, when can you get ahead," Wahono said.
I was stunned for a moment. No doubt my heart flowered hearing an offer from my best friend. But what's the power, I can't answer it because I'm aware of my absence. All I can do is bow down quietly while sighing.
Seeing that Wahono threw a knot into my face. Then his big hand held my shoulder and squeezed it.
"I know what you are thinking. The motorbike problem? You don't have to worry, then you can use my motorbike to catch fish," said the big man.
After obtaining approval from my wife, that day Wahono and I left for the township district, bringing a myriad of hopes for a change. And when I got there, I went straight to Wahono's house which was behind the market to prepare all the equipment, because that night I immediately started the operation.
The day I spent the day, and it was almost three months I had worked for Wahono. Although very busy, I never forget my promise to my wife to go home every two weeks. But I realized it only in the first month, then I never visited him again. Never even gave the results of my sweat to them.
I began to fall asleep and be affected by the free and hard lifestyle. With my new friends, I began to like drinking, having sex with a naughty woman and I began to like gambling. Indeed for this one habit, it makes me avid. No matter the time and place, when busy or relaxed, I use it to play gambling with my friends. Whether it's on a motorbike with a mat, or at the port when my boat is docked.
Even if you want to think about it, my opinion during work with Wahono was very satisfying. In contrast to my opinion when I was still selling fish in my village. Well, at least if I put it aside and collect it, I can buy the stall myself. But whatever it is, I have been trapped into a false hope, which without realizing it slowly has undermined the reality that I have actually achieved.
Arrived one day, when I lost a lot. No more money left in the wallet or in my pants pocket, everything was sold out. For the sake of replying to that disappointment, I was desperate to seek loans from my acquaintances. Because I think next month I can pay for it from the results of my sweat, and I will always be every time I borrow money and lose at the gambling table.
But what's wrong, when debt gets piling up, Wahono finds out about my madness and breaks his relationship with me. So that my life was confined, even threatened because I could not pay the debt to my acquaintances.
In the midst of my confusion because I was constantly being chased by debt, I decided to go back to my hometown and sell my house along with the land which was the only inheritance of my parents' inheritance. While my wife and children returned to her parents. Then I returned to the city to do more madness. At least there is the remaining money from selling houses and land for my gambling gambling.
But what, I lost again. So at that time I was really desperate to borrow money from Pak Suryo, a moneylender who also doubles as the feared head of a gang in the township district. Unbearably the interest offered is huge. Even so, I still borrowed it. But because I was unable to pay it, I was chased by Mr. Suryo. Even to the point of being beaten up by the bouncer.
The stress and confusion that I feel. I wanted to go home, but I was ashamed, ashamed of my wife and two children, especially ashamed of my in-laws. When my position was squashed, Ruslan arrived, a friend I knew at the gambling table. Seeing my condition like that he was concerned and suggested that I perform the ritual of asking for wealth in the guardian of Bukit Bawang.
"Are you crazy Lan. As confused as I am, but still able to think sanely," I said.
"That is only limited to Tar's suggestion. Because I am very concerned about your current condition. Now it's up to you, want to follow my advice or choose to be chased by the hitman Pak Suryo," Ruslan tried to convince me.
I was silent, but my brain didn't stop thinking. There may be truth in what Ruslan said. But it sounds very hard to believe.
You don't have to worry about Tar. That depends on how you believe it. Because there are already a number of people who have succeeded in getting it there, "Ruslan said.
After incense was obtained as a ritual tool, the next morning we slid into the Bukit Bawang area in the district. One day is more or less the distance. Arriving there, we immediately met Pak Suyad, as the key interpreter.
"I can only deliver you. Regarding what you are doing up there, it is your business with the magical guardian," said Pak Suyad.
Before stepping in, he first told me how to perform the ritual, which turned out to be very easy. Simply burn incense, while saying what you want, then meditate for three days and three nights.
"It sounds very easy, but the trials are quite heavy. So far there are only two people who are able to undergo meditation until it's over," explained the thin and small old man.
Next we went to the hill not far behind the house of the caretaker. Then climb it slowly. Soon we arrived at a large stone that stretched to form a very large size plate. The villagers call it the flag stone and it is located right on the side of the hill overlooking the township. This is where I will do meditation.
According to the story that developed in the community, it was said, on the stone that stood upright not far from the flag stone had been found the hair and scalp of human attached, belonging to an old man who for decades did tapa brata. And after delivering me, Ruslan and Pak Suyad immediately returned to the bottom

Dark days. I live alone on the edge of the forest. Then off Maghrib I immediately started the ritual that I started by burning incense. While sitting cross-legged, I said my wish to the supernatural ruler of the place, then meditated.
The first night I did not experience any disturbances at all. Only the sounds of the night animals were heard and I considered it normal. But on the second night, I experienced strange things. The laughter of women from the forest, the sound of footsteps that endlessly surrounded me, and other scary events.
But that made me very scared when an object fell on my lap. Even more surprised when I felt it turned out to be a head. I doubtless quickly threw the object away. But strange, when I put my hand back on my thigh, the head was already in my lap again, after that it disappeared somewhere. There was nothing I thought at that time except to leave the place. But when I recalled my debts to Pak Suryo, fear was gone. So that there is only a desire to survive.
I arrived on the last night, which was the highlight of my effort. I can't predict what will happen. Remembering that Pak Suyad himself did not tell the part. He just told me, if something comes up before me, tell me all my problems, but never open my eyes, because I won't be able to see them.
I again burned incense then stored the cloth wrap in my pants pocket. Next I am quiet. It was amazing, only for an hour when I meditated, suddenly I heard the laughter of women from the forest like flying toward me. Not one, but crowded and the night is getting crowded. I also heard the roar of strange animals that caused my whole body to sweat with fear that began to penetrate me. I soon felt a large snake wrapped around my body and the sound of hissing was clearly heard in my ear. Honestly, the desire to run from that place reappeared, but my debts made me survive again

Before long, I heard the sound of the wind slowly coming from inside the forest. Then it disappeared along with the oddities. And the sound of laughter boomed in front of me, heavy and creepy. No doubt my body shivered and even cold sweat poured from the pore hole.
As ordered by Pak Suyad, I did not dare to open my eyes. Immediately I told my intent and purpose to the genie of the ruler of Bukit Bawang who was in front of me with a halt. Not much I asked at that time, just asking for the tail number, and the creature also agreed to it on condition that every Friday night Kliwon I had to slaughter a black chicken at the place where I meditated. If not, he will take back my wealth and I support him. Then the creature disappeared somewhere.
Arriving at Ruslan's house, I immediately took out the cloth where I wrapped the incense before. On the cloth, there are four numbers that I will have to install in the tail code code. Sure enough, believe it or not, after I put the number it turns out. Because I put up big, absurdly the responsibility of the money that I got was abundant. Besides I can pay off my debts plus interest to Pak Suryo, I can buy a shop. That's where I live and open a business buying and selling gold. Unfortunately all that I have doesn't last long. Because I was too busy, so I forgot my promise to the ruler of Bukit Bawang. In the end the wealth that I got was gradually shrinking. And I returned to my original condition. Because there was nothing more I could do in the city, I decided to return to my hometown, and start life from scratch again with my wife and two children. I truly repent not to do that again, may Allah forgive all my sins