Blue Sheath

Interception

Leaving everything including a house that is so shady to dispel the rain. To keep all the treasures and memories as long as they build a household to get the fruits of all the love that is spilled. It all does not dampen the intention in trying to help all forms of opposition to injustice that they all, the people and the community who feel is still disadvantaged.

That is why so many homes are abandoned. Later if the struggle is finished, it will be taken again, occupied and then continue the task as a farmer. Planting plants that can be enjoyed. To live the desired peaceful life. Fits a comfortable heart too.

Uncle Pulung Jiwo can sleep.

I accompanied the Kecubung while looking at the beautiful forest edge.

She's narrating.

In the past, said the father, I was born when the mother died, he happened to see a flowering amethyst in front of the house and underneath there was a blue agate stone so I was named so, so, he even rubbed the stone and used it as jewelry on his finger. The ring, which is called the blue amethyst, is like my name.

I'm just a mangosteen .

“If I was born at dusk, where the color of the sky is so dazzling with the shade then I was named Cahyo Layung.”

Some days we're staying in that barn. Gubug at the edge of the forest. Slender. No activity, not much passing either. Just dusk, changing the sound of night insects screaming its rhythm. And wait for the morning glow that shines with the cold atmosphere.

We eat potluck. Which we managed to get at that time. Sometimes it's just eating wild tubers if that's all that's found. Or find a game that is hard to come by. Like tonight we're on fire in front of the house. Enjoyed the wind we got today. Even so we can still give thanks, there is something we can eat during this difficult time.

Then they sleep quietly. Forgetting war, strife, enmity, resentment and spending the night alone.

We've been here a long time.

There was hardly any disturbance.

We feel calm. It was like the atmosphere in a family.

Understand that I have no family for a long time.

Just a kara.

“Let's go. We're looking for Diponegoro's army.“

They packed me up too. Find a group of laskar who are guerrilla and stay clustered.

In a deserted place on the way they met members of the lascars who were undercover

“Where is our group?“ asked Uncle Pulung Jiwo to someone who was so cool looking at a place with a sharp highlight and so concentrated.

“Disana,“ point that person somewhere lush. Both covered by bushes or cliffs whose rocks are large and able to protect themselves from the sight of the enemy. “We want to intercept enemy forces,“ he explained again.

“Alright then we also want to blend in,“ said Pulung Jiwo who immediately told us to prepare to follow what the irregulars will do.

“You also want to storm,“ greet us to someone who is again hiding behind a fallen tree. He just nodded.

Each met in a tense atmosphere. Still lurking. But what was being asked was not seen yet. The awaited ones are not coming.

That's why I'm curious.

“What's up?“

“According to telik password there is a highly guarded merchant motorcade Kumpeni team. They will go to the palace through this area,” obviously that person who carries various classic war necessities. There were arrows, spears and a large knife on his waist.

“Why here intercept it?“ he still wants to know more in the plan that will be done.

“Because this place is so ideal for interception,“ he explained while showing all locations only with his eyes and play pointer.

“Not in the T-junction alone, more manly so?“ he pointed to a junction of many who are not far from the place which is indeed very crowded in the crossing by people who have a lot of interest for their daily lives. Including those from outside the area. They will pass through the crowded area. That's why we asked about the location.