13 Killer

The Nine Patches Beggar Association

The day had gone by noon, the hot breeze of the dry season accompanied the pace of the deadly horse carriage that returned to move towards Wonokerto. The coachman was still the berewok Sabarewang. beside him sat the adorable black vivacious girl Satriyana, along the way this boy always sang a rhyming song cheerfully, maybe his heart was happy. Sabarewang just bobbing his head to see his behavior.

Inside the horse carriage sat opposite Respati and Roro Wulandari. in the minds of the two still clearly crossed the events this morning.The first fight between the members of the group of 13 Assassins and the Golden Goose Palace.!

When separated the three palace commanders just explained that the three of them are members of the Golden Goose Palace who are carrying out their duties.one of them is to investigate the secret headquarters of the association of 13 Assassins. fortunately the two people who are still matesupu are not spared from talking, until their secrets as members of the assassin association were not revealed.if this happened, the problem will definitely increase.

''The outer and inner injuries that the woman with the title of Commander of the Middle Palace had experienced were very severe, fortunately, brother Rumilah provided us with a newly formulated medicine using a mixture of drops of Satriyana blood until the woman seemed to rise from the dead.!'' said Dewi Malam Toxic while storing a box containing drugs made by Rumilah.

''You know how valuable this medicinal herb is, is there no other way to treat that woman's wounds.?'' ask Respati.he feels sorry if the drug that uses a mixture of magical blood Satriyana given to others.

''If there is any other way without the need for you to say I would have done it, but how else, even though it is very unfortunate we are forced to use this medicine.!'' roro replied annoyed.

Respati knocked on the floor of the inner horse carriage, I just found out that you guys also made a secret room under the floor of this carriage.,'' this young man's hand slightly brought up the teak board on the floor of the horse carriage, and there was indeed a box room as large as twice the size of a human body hidden below.!

Apparently this is where the woman known as the Commander of the Middle Palace was hidden by Roro to trick his two friends.

''You two are really good at keeping secrets. Sabarewang also never told me.!'' Roro laughed proudly. ''That's just a little secret of this deadly horse carriage.On the way there is every chance I always add or repair the secret weapon in it.''

''It is only fitting that at certain moments you told us to get out of this carriage, I have long wanted to ask where did you learn all that from.?''

''Hik., hi, so you're curious.? duh., I'm sorry dear Respati., it's all raa., haa., siiaa..!'' said the Toxic Night Goddess while touching Respati's nose with her long pointy finger. at the same time the horse carriage was shaken when the wheel passed through the rocks of the road until Roro Wulandari's body lost balance and fell on Respati's chest.

Although not the first time, but hugging together because of this kind of accident makes them feel embarrassed and confused themselves, but strangely no one wants to escape from the situation. 'although it looks embarrassing, but it is a little bit embarrassing, but if the heart feels comfortable well., go on.' maybe that's what's on their minds.

''Are we going to be like this continue.?'' whispered Respati while stroking Roro's long, fragrant black hair. ''This is all the fault of Sabarewang who was unable to avoid the streets filled with stones.!'' grumbled Roro while putting on an irritated face.

''Then you tell him to look for a smooth and flat road, '' said Respati while loosening his embrace. ''Eehm., after I thought I guess the cobblestone streets are also no problem.!'' his murmur smiled knot. Respati could only sigh. Seeing a beautiful face in the arms, he felt reluctant to let go.

The wheels of the horse-drawn carriage continued to roll down the cobbled streets.if there were no obstacles against tomorrow night or no later than the day after morning they would arrive soon Wonokerto.

Actually, the small hills that the surrounding population named Gandaruwa hills are not really haunted, but there are other residents who live there.

Who inhabit the hills Gandaruwa is not a class of supernatural creatures, they are also ordinary humans.just have a little expertise silat. Gandaruwa hill dwellers are almost all beggars.

Speaking of beggars, poor pastoralists whose work only asks for alms to survive, in west Java there is a long-standing and famous beggar association called 'The Nine Patches Beggar Association.'

As the name suggests, each member of this association wears a worn out, torn and patched shirt here and there. although it is seen more clearly the number of fillings in the clothes of the beggars is equal to nine pieces.The number of patches of cloth is one of the identification marks of the members of the beggar's association.

It is said that the color of this patch is also a sign of the level of its members.The more the color of the patch the higher the level of the beggar. reportedly the head of the beggar of the Nine Patches association is wearing nine fillings with nine different colors.that's the highest level in this association.in short this beggar's association became the ghost of Gandaruwa hill dwellers.

There are three hills lined in the hills of Gandaruwa. at the top of the hill in the middle, sheltered behind large rocks and thick trees stand three wooden buildings. although simple but looks sturdy and clean.one building in the middle is the largest compared to the other two buildings.

On the outside look dozens of beggars old man and woman.some are busy cooking food some are sitting resting while counting the money the result all day begging. although at first glance it looks relaxed but in fact they are always alert and alert.

That afternoon in the room of the wooden hut in the middle, sat cross-legged some beggars. Some were old but many were young.

The one beggar who attracted the most attention was an old seventy-year-old, thinly wrinkled, somewhat bald-headed man with hair that was already sparse. this old beggar was wearing a worn-out gray robe that was torn to pieces, dirty and smelly. judging from the nine fillings with nine different colors of cloth, it was probably this old man who was the leader of the Nine Patches Beggar Association.

Another strange and disgusting one from the old man, his ten fingers seemed to bulge slimy, swollen blue and always trembling as if to endure the pain. it is said that the condition of the fingers is what makes this old man referred to as the 'Blue Finger Beggar.!'

''Are all our brothers present here.?'' asked the Blue Finger Beggar.his voice sounded so loud and vibrating.The members momentarily exchanged lyrics.one of them ventured to answer, ''Perhaps Nyi Dawuhan lived from the southeast branch and the Beggar Pengeng from the westan who had not come. We thought the distance traveled far enough to make them late..''

'I guess if we can just start this meeting right now while waiting for our two brothers to arrive.!'' said one of the old beggars with six-colored patches on his shirt a sign that his position was quite high.

The Blue Finger beggar took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he drank the palm sugar wedang that was in the clay glass. ''Alright, while enjoying just the dishes we start now.as has been heard, lately news emerged about the secret letter of the treasure map of the Golden Goose Palace.!''