Blue Sheath

Bad news

Even though his heart was still raging thoughts that we did not understand.

He gave a little encouragement, Ki Sodewo's.

However, he did not want to see a fight between his two best men. The fight is long. Throughout all hope. Citizens, kawula, citizens. Who crave change. As desired, by all. Everything must come true. Maybe soon, if everything goes smoothly according to the initial plan. And the best people, should not mess up which results in the collapse of everything.

Today we were together, but we were not comfortable in our hearts. There are still embers that at the time explode, against friends, also on the enemy who always threatens us.

Uncle Pulung Jiwo sat alone. His chest is still boiling. Rumbled like a raucous war drum.

We, Me and the Blue Sheath, are silent, not far from him.

“Stt... rather than confused mending this meal.“

“What is...“.

“Ubi yesterday.“

“It's cold right?“

“It. But good enough to prop up the stomach.“

Uncle Ronggo Pekik too. She's upset. Tired of adventuring, only received bad treatment. He has tried to help everything, for the sake of this struggle. But by his own comrades were still considered enemies. That's what made his chest pound as well. Angrier.

Next we split up into three groups of Bagus Sodewo with most of the troops going to explore around Wates.

Then we and Uncle Pulung Jiwo searched for hidden areas, still in the mountains here.

And the rest of Uncle Ronggo Pekik was in a separate group looking for areas further south.

“Blue Contact...“ I called him.

“What...“

“We shower yuk...“

“Where?“

“Tuh river that many rocks.“

“Ayo.“

We headed for the river with a pretty heavy flow. Because so many rocks spread at the base. Mountain river. Unable to navigate. Yet natural. With a human form that almost does not exist. In addition to just moving the loose rocks. Or for building materials. The rest is still a form of nature that is so natural. Formed from a long process, time-consuming and strong natural movement in arranging into beautiful formations that look spoil the eyes.

“Be careful not to look for a deep place.“

“It's a lot of stone.“

“It was dangerous. Because the current flow is heavy and immediately met the rocky river wall.“ Many cases. The deep water did not move. Silent. But water crossing the rocks is also dangerous. Sometimes slippery. With moss attached to the stone wall is increasingly difficult to hold if people are already drifting. And the speed of the current also makes it difficult to hold the edge. Until disaster ends. He will stumble upon the rocks and be dragged downstream in a terrible state.

“The water is clear.“

“We can also look for this fish.“

“How...“.

“We try.“

Next we try who knows if there are fish. Not visible at all. If there is, it is only small. It also moves very fast. Sneaking on pebbles and stones of medium size.

“It.... it...“ he pointed at something.

I'm trying to chase. I opened my hands wide, and caught it. “This light, not fish. Difficult again in catching it.“

“Still lightening there, we will find another.“

We keep playing around. As if unlimited time. Missed everything. A cruel war. Tired of facing life. A painful defeat. And with silence to get closer to the natural atmosphere.

“The water is clear. But the fish was nowhere to be seen. Just black stones. “

“Diminum is good too. Pure water mountains.“

No need to cook. Still clean. With rocks that free him from all germs of disease. As filter. And a fairly strong flow, also helps make it cleaner. Because in a moving position.

“It's cold.“

“We sunbathe on rocks only.“

“Wih...“.

“Sambil let the germs of the disease also died roasted by the sun.“

Next only sunbathe alone overcome the big stone. But the feet are still hanging in the water. So the heat of the sun can be directly cooled by the river water that ripples below it.

Some time running. We hardly found any serious conflict. Just moving places while waiting in case the group has gathered and will do another big war.

But it seems a small possibility. The enemy forces continued to tighten guard. And each post is always filled with many soldiers.

The time we wait for is not what we want. It is bad news that we have to accept.

We heard that Bagus Sodewo was caught by Kumpeni's troops and Keraton warriors and was immediately at the fountain. In accordance with the laws of the Sultanate.

I'm appalled. As if I couldn't believe it. ‘Didn't he be so good, had aji pancasona. Where the earth is unable to take his life, even though the head has been decapitated and separated from the body, as long as the limb still touches the ground, the, can immediately come back to life and stick to the original place like nothing happened. But this last sounding news was terrible and made us even sadder.

But the next news was a little bit of a relief, he said Good Sodewo was still alive. He's in the east. Monconegoro Wetan is his birthplace around Madiun. Even according to the news also the person who shot him until frightened by seeing the dead alive again and this makes the person flushed while holding the bird so as not to wet a lot. This is also what makes the news about the wisdom of Good Sodewo more sanser that he has the science of Pancasona that can not die.

The latest news says that the real beheaded is his men who look like him and his clothes and war equipment and horses and everything is worn on the man until his head is cut off and his body washed into the Serang river until it was not found. His head was placed on Songgo Mountain.

This is done to fool Kumpeni so that they are fooled. Just like feeling safe. And can comfortably sleep on a soft mattress. Without fear there is danger outside. Although all are pseudo. Bad events still happen. Life can float at any time.

But on Kumpeni's own side, it could be that everything is prepared deliberately and reported quickly by word of mouth. So that his men who have the mountain are willing to surrender. Especially the slow news. And I don't understand what's going on. Then weakened the betrothal of Prince Diponegoro.

He became a demang under another name. So he was paggil with the name Notodirjo and continued to fight secretly. Either abduct the kumpeni off guard or provide food aid to the guerrillas in the forest.

The next thing to be bad is the last news about her re-capture. This time it looks like it can't be wrong. Because her daughter gave up first. He weakened his attitude and surrendered himself until he was executed. As well as his head on the pole songgo. It was held on a pole on a mountain. And his body was washed away in the river Serang. He was buried in the Wates area. Of course this is a blow to us.