It's been a few days Buntar anxious and restless. His heart was troubled. Huma land inherited from his parents who lay on the hillside began to scrub, but he was reluctant to clean it.
Every morning, he went to the fields. But, he is often sitting perched, stood transfixed at his cottage door. His eyes looked hollow. There is no passion to work. As if everything he does, will be in vain. Shrill monkeys swinging, fighting and romp in the trees, do not attract his attention.
A few more days would be sacrificed her lover in traditional ceremonies: cut his neck, consecrated to the watchman Goa Temuluang, Datu Naga Partala. It was a consensus decision that was attended by all of the elders and the people of Dusun Dayak Bangkalaan.
Each year, a virgin will be brought to Goa Temuluang, sacred cave that holds the light god. Chairman will custom cut the victim's neck with a saber. After the break, the body and the head was thrown into the cave. And the gods of light constantly illuminates.
That said, the light that comes from the gods who guarded Datu Naga Partala. The light was a sign of the offering has been accepted, and for a year the village communities will be protected from all dangers.
"I willingly chosen as a victim, but what about Kakanda?" She asked with a melancholy sound. His face was sad.
After the customary deliberation, the evening Buntar sneaked into cubicles mantir, lover. Front and rear ladder stilt houses inhabited by traditional leaders and all citizens of the Dayak village Bangkalaan kept some youth. With sneaking, Buntar entered the stage under the house.
Under dark stored under paddy and agricultural equipment, as well as cattle pens. As he rang the night sounds of birds that have been agreed as a gesture, Buntar waiting under the under, near the piggery. Mantir open bamboo floor in his cell, and Buntar immediately rise to the top.
In the dim light of a lamp, they whispered.
"I'm not willing to sacrifice you," said Buntar. "I'll find a way. I'll set you free. "
"It's been my fate. It has been our custom for generations, since our ancestors. We can not resist. If not implemented, we will get a curse! "
"Shhh ...! Calm down. Trust me. I will bend over backwards. If failed, too, the better we die together .... "In the gloom, staring Buntar mantir, instill confidence in her lover's self. It is the same gaze, like the first time they met, at the evening party young people, after the harvest season.
A monkey that fell to the ground with a bloody body, interrupting my reverie Buntar. A fight between a herd of monkeys that had died. It seems, that losing is a mother. Head and arm bloody, but he still clutching her baby in the chest. With staggered, he tried to stand, attempting to climb the tree trunk again. But, he staggered and fell.
The monkey was grinning, screaming and clawing when Buntar deliver him. Because the wound is severe enough, eventually he gave up and let Buntar catch.
That's when Buntar got an idea.
While cleaning the wound in the body of the monkey with medicinal herbs, he kept thinking. Returning from overseas, he saw many things remain unchanged from the village of his birth.
Inland remoteness and difficult to obtain, making it always lags. Hamlet Bangkalaan Dayak has not changed much. Everything is still the same as when he left before, ten years ago.
When twelve years old, his uncle who lived overseas at him go. With a heavy heart, both parents allow.
Last harvest season, he returned after his parents reportedly attacked by a strange disease that is endemic in the village. Before that, her sister had previously died. A month after he came, his parents had passed away.
From the knowledge gained in the shoreline, he knew it was a disease caused by mosquito bites. That is to say to the citizens. However, traditional leaders and citizens denied. They say, that as a result of a curse, because people neglect to sacrifice.
Buntar smile. He had a plan. He knows, it is impossible to change the customs that the community embraced in a short time. He must develop finesse.
After releasing the injured monkey, Buntar up to the cabin to take chopsticks, saber and basket supplies. New spirit radiated from the smile on his face. He descended the stairs cottage with certain steps, treading nimbly hillside.
Noon he arrived at the sacred cave.
At the mouth of the cave flowing river about five kilometers in length, with a small island on it. The cave has two entrances. On it, stalactites protruding rocks, such as bars, colorful.
As a child, along with some of his friends Buntar ever peep the sacrifice ceremony. The ceremony was forbidden for children, but they are desperate. Surrounded by indigenous elders who sat chanting mantras, traditional leaders dancing. A virgin curl up with hands and feet tied.
Once possessed by ancestral spirits, with several youth canoe dikayuh, indigenous leader standing at the mouth of the cave, raved in the language of the gods. In another boat, carrying the body of elders who would be sacrificed virgin.
Chairman custom saber pointing to the sky. In the next instant, a flash of saber hovering in the air, and the victim's head has been separated from his body. When seconds it lasted, Buntar look away.
With curiosity, Buntar up the small boat moored on the banks of the river and rode into the mouth of the cave. The walls of the cave was slippery all. About fifteen feet in width, with a height of ten meters. The walls are a mixture of stone ampar, granite and limestone copper red, yellow and white.
Buntar ventured to go deeper. He was surprised when thousands of bats flying toward him, toward the mouth of the cave. Perhaps surprised by his presence.
A few meters inside the cave, he was stunned. Blinding beam of light coming from the top of the cave. In the darkness, the light was bright, shone into the cave wall and bounces like a mirror. In the distance, the red light is lit, like the eyes of a giant dragon!
During the day, before the ceremony, mantir cry.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Increasingly sad heart, for it is a few days Buntar invisible. After their last meeting, Buntar disappeared.
In the rooms, traditional elders mantir woman powdering face. Decorate and wearing traditional clothes, as if he were going dipersandingkan bride. In the houses of the middle room, and community elders gathered, starting reinforcements salvation. They appealed to the gods that the ceremony goes without obstacles.
Once everything is ready, traditional leaders led residents to leave for the ceremony. Through the path in the woods and along the river, the procession arrived in front of Goa Temuluang. Mantir weak limp body derived from the stretcher.
When some young men preparing a boat to cross, suddenly heard a voice:
"Hey, man ... I want to sacrifice for me to be replaced ...."
People were shocked and turned to the origin of the sound, at the mouth of the cave. The sound was heavy and scary. Thrilling, makes hair stand on end.
"Who is it?" Traditional leaders ventured to ask while wielding a spear. Vigilant. Followed by the youth.
"I Datu Naga Partala. Watchman cave. Recipients of your offerings. I'm tired of the blood of virgins! I want the blood of animals ...! "
"The blood of animals?" Asked traditional leaders, traditional leaders and some hinder youth with spear in hand intends canoe heading up the cave.
"Yes! Serve the blood of chickens, goats and buffalo, instead of virgin blood. Serve as ever. Cook the meat for the party people! For those who do not obey, will I curse and I lowered the reinforcements ...! "
At the same time, thousands of tail bat suddenly flew, tumbled out of its nest in the cave. Her voice is deafening. They filled the air. The sky became dark. People panic and fear, running helter-skelter.
After everyone left, Buntar out of the cave with a smile. Fiddling with catapults. Small objects that thousands of bats that had awaken from sleep. Another hole in the top of the cave, he catapults their nests. The animals were shocked that night and fly apart, as if crazy.
He believes his efforts to change the beliefs and customs of the people in his village will eventually succeed. As he walked home, he imagined mantir sweet smile.
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