Along galengan--rice field embankments, lying stiff human bodies with scars from wounds in several parts. Fresh blood was still flowing from the slash on their necks. Partly again, in the stomach. There is also an intact head with a pair of bulging eyes, but has fallen not far from the body. The smell was fishy, because their blood was slowly drying.
Wirjo is crazy. A machete in his right hand, still dripping with blood. He cut down his peers who went with him. Some tried to escape, scrambling to avoid Wirjo's tantrum. It tumbled over and in the end disappeared also in the hands of Wirjo.
He had killed his daughter who was still four years old. Arbaiyah was dead, was beheaded. His wife also died in his hands.
Several times Wirjo came home in the morning with a lump on his cheek, bruised and bruised on his face. All night long, he drink. His habit since he was a virgin, he couldn't get rid of it. Cockfighting and placing bets are still his habits. He always places the highest stakes. He used up the inheritance of his parents to fulfill his own pleasure. When he ran out of money, Wirjo went to the house of his older brother and asked for money, a few rupiahs. If not, Wirjo borrows money from Aji Apidi.
His job is to take care of the fields every day, fix irrigation channels, pick up rice stalks empty, as well as taking care of several cows. At midday, Wirjo returned home to rest for a while. Then come back, to do something else. Finding grass for livestock, cutting down ripe banana hobbies, and other jobs. In the afternoon, just when the sun had completely swallowed the hillside, Wirjo returned home.
Indarah stirred the coffee inside push quickly. The wood he used to boil water in the stove was still burning. Pendil — a small saucepan, with the remaining boiling water still not removed from the stove.
Wirjo does not usually wait, just for a drink of coffee to release his thirst. When you come home soul, there is nothing in the kitchen, Wirjo used to slam the kitchen utensil. Throw in zinc platters. He will get angry and grumble. Spitting out words that are uncomfortable to hear. However, his speech was harsh. Rarely did he speak politely.
Outside, the sun was indeed hot. Wirjo aerates his body by removing a piece of clothing that is attached to him. He did not wash his knee-length shorts which were full of mud. He was working on his rice fields, hoeing several rice fields to make water flow. In a few days, the rice fields entered the planting period.
"My mask started asu!"
Almost off Indarah's heart heard her husband say that sentence. "What's wrong, Kang?" He asked carefully. Indarah sat down
Maskur is indeed working on his own rice fields. The rice seeds that he sowed a few days ago were almost on the rise. Indeed the time has come, to be planted.
“I also paid the same price. Maskur rice fields are not that much, with rice fields that are mine. " His face was cynical.
"Besides, I dare to pay more back home!" he grumbled again.
“Bastard! At this rate, it will be slow for my work. " Wirjo said, furious.
Indarah tried to intervene, “Isn't it Maskur Kang's turn this week? Se…. ” Wirjo hastily interrupted.
"Sira iku sing means paran-paran! Wong wadon, curry buduh!" He snapped at his wife. Her eyes were wide open. Indarah is familiar with sentences like that. Usually, Indarah would not return a word. He just left the husband for a few minutes. Waiting for his heart to be relieved.
"Kang, Apidi was here earlier. Mmm…. It's already past time Kang… ”Indarah arranged in such a way, the sentence he uttered.
A sip, Wirjo drained the coffee down his throat. He turned the surface of the morong back to his slightly dark lips, a second time.
"At least, pay half. Shame on Kang! "
"Asu!" The thrust in Wirjo's hand went flying. He threw it until it spilled, wet to the ground. With his stocky hands, he slapped Indarah's cheek. He pushed Indarah's body, until he collapsed. He tried to stand up, panicked and ran to the kitchen. Slightly holding the pain in his right cheek.
Wirjo's anger — just because of something like that — soared. Still shirtless, Wirjo entered the house clutching the wrist of his machete.
"Duh Gusti! Kang, just curry gedigi you know!" Indarah was terrified to see the smell of anger was unavoidable. Wirjo looked like he was possessed. Indarah protects her body with step down—tray.
There was a scream, a woman. Wirjo's machete crushed Indarah's neck until it broke off. Sadistic. And, Indarah died in the hands of her own husband.
Arbaiyah apparently heard her mother's scream. He was playing in the backyard with Reni. The two of them were surprised to see Wirjo holding a machete which was dripping with blood, and it was pointed at them.
The two of them tried to escape. Unfortunately, Wirjo managed to grab Arabiyah's body, and cut her neck off. He licked the blood flowing from his son's neck. Her lips have turned red. He went crazy.
“Wirjo is angry! Wirjo is furious! " Quickly Reni ran, screaming half crying.
Wirjo's mind had imagined that Maskur's body would fall with his machete too.
From a distance, people were bending in the middle shock planting Maskur's rice seeds. There are those who just look at each other, then decide to finish again. There are also those who deliberately looked until their distance was a little close together.
“Are you paranoid?" Asked a middle-aged man, who also knew Wirjo.
"Alah. As usual, Wirjo scolded his son! " Said the other, relax.
"Please….!" Reni shouted loudly.
Wirjo crushed Reni's neck, then ran towards the people who were in the midst of his silence. Everyone screamed in fear. Wirjo grew out of control.
"Nagud, patented! Sickle hangs choked!"Nervously, people run away from the state.
However, their fate ended the same.
The night is still too young to be put off. On the womb of the sky, the dots of stars like fireflies were roaming—countless fingers. However, no one dared to enjoy its beauty. All village people shut themselves in their homes. No one dared to speak out loud. The houses of the villagers were very quiet, without a single light on telempic resin-even. Banjarsari Village seems to have been abandoned by its inhabitants.
"Mak, what demon stuck to Man Wirjo's body?"
"Hesss. Just pati buyek wis. Kebesen bain damare. Gena Wirjo sing mara!Whispered Isah, in a barely audible voice. Istianah — her son, is only able to read her mother's lips.
Isah hugged her son's body. On the bed, the two of them whispered to fight the fear between them.
"I'll tell Beng. Wirjo has knowledge. So don't talk about it carelessly! ”
"Why did he kill the village people, Mak?" Isah and Istianah spoke very quietly, not wanting to be overheard.
The village streets were completely deserted. Not a single person dared to show themselves. The night will pass in horror. Wirjo could come at any time, carrying his machete. People in the village believe that Wirjo can disguise himself as anything and then kill whoever he meets. Some people even accused Wirjo of being a human being.
"He's out of his mind!" Isah said steadily. There was a crackling sound from behind the house. He thinks well, nothing will happen. Isah hopes that morning will come soon.
"No, don't ask too many questions. Go to sleep. "
Yesterday morning, people in uniform brought bedhil came in full swing. It's been three days, Wirjo has disappeared. Since the massacre committed by him.
Wirjo's body was found hanging from a rather tall tree near the river. A little west from his house. People thought Wirjo was dead and that he would not kill any more victims.
Probably true, people say. Wirjo is just an imitation human. In fact, the bodies of Isah and Istianah were found hugging each other, and were lifeless. Their necks were about to break off, and blood was seeping all over their bodies. Who else, if not Wirjo? It could be that the spirit is still hanging around.
Banjarsari was tense, even though Wirjo's body was found. #
* On April 15, 1987, in the village of Banjarsari (Banyuwangi Regency) a massacre was masterminded by a farmer in his forties, named Wirjo. It is said that he killed 20 people, including his wife and children. And 12 people were injured. Wirjo killed using a machete and sickle.
 The rice stalks are white because the grains are eaten by weeds.
 Large mug
 Swear words. Like: Damn / that bastard Maskur!
 You don't know anything. You idiot!
 Kang, don't be like this!
 Rice fields ready to be planted with rice. Usually it has been buried by water.
 What is wrong? Why chase like that?
 Killed! He's holding a machete!
 Wall lamp
 Do not be noisy. Just turn off the sticky light, so Wirjo doesn't come!
 Beng / Jebeng: a nickname for girls. Thulik / Lik: a call for a boy.