Blue Sheath

Retrogressive

“Come with me.”

“No.”

I brushed. This time I'm not worried. I did not want to, and answered immediately. Unlike the past - then with the feeling of a rowdy pekewuh, because he is more mature than us. But this time we felt the mistake and the crime. That makes heartache for Pulung Jiwo's uncle who was his partner, even childhood friends. Throughout their lives.

At that moment. Pulung Jiwo who was still angry threw his spear from behind. As to. But only the handle. The tip of the spear slightly nodded. And not about it.

It made Ronggo in pain. Although not a sharp part, but his partner's strong impulse in throwing it can not be held.

That's why he backed off. Wanna go. Perhaps it is better this time not to fight the person who is above his anger. Next time I'll take the pretty boy. He jumped away, retreated and disappeared at a turn of the road. Disappeared from all our gazes.

Blue's veil approached his father who was still staring at the departure of his enemy. Want to pursue but feel in vain. Ronggo's move was so strong. And the distance that is getting far is considered futile if you force yourself to reach it.

Father....

Back they hugged. Feel it's safe. Even if for a moment.

Next, they look at themselves, then at the others.

And clean the dirty in the body. They also tried to treat each other's wounds. The visible wound may soon heal. But that inner wound that is difficult to heal may not even be able to. Will always accompany up to the burrow.

“Let's go. We must demand a reply.”

I just kept following him. We walked slowly.

Blue is found. But it doesn't seem to be over yet. There is still a lot of work to be done.

This business is getting more complicated. Many enemies even among his own friends, Kumpeni, the palace troops, also Ronggo Pekik. He's definitely not alone. Many of his friends were at his disposal.

Pulung Jiwo cared for his son. His son took care of his father. The two reminded and guarded each other. Foraging, giving medicine from the forest foliage. Also look for a shady rest. In order to restore energy and health improved.

I can only help what I know and can. The rest feel inferior, what am I who is only a teenager with a great desire but the effort certainly can not be maximized. Even I am not completely healthy myself. The long journey before and the last fight also made me unwell. But as much as I can hold it. Maybe this pain is not comparable to what the two people are experiencing. Those who need more treatment. Both in his body and in his mind. Which is difficult to cure.

“Iya.”

We got Pulung Jiwo's uncle. I'm on the right and Blue Sheath instead. We both held it up.

While the road is limped and withholding wounds. At least we can leave that place. To get to a more decent location.

I actually prefer this place.

Beautiful, calm, and far from the hustle and bustle of the world that always fight over everything that contains luxury of self.

Here the earth provides food if we try to manage the land planted with various plants then just wait for the results to be given according to the effort.

Or just look at the green mountains and the dense shade of forest plants at the end of this view.

It feels calm and peaceful.

But because of security and safety and the success of a struggle makes us have to move. To get to something uncertain. Could succeed. Or just buried with the desire that ran aground.

“While we're here first uncle.”

“Good. Looks like this house is empty.”

Indeed, during this struggle many homes are abandoned by their citizens. Half the population defended Diponegoro's struggle. The rest defended the palace.

Everybody's busy. Mostly there are women. Even if there is an interest in caring for children.

If there are no dependents. They also chose to fight. Whether it's just providing food or treating the wound.

Even the srikandis who can fight come forward to the battlefield, take up arms and fight shows all their abilities and deeds.