Blue Sheath

Pulung Jiwo lara

“Shut up! She is now my wife! You don't act like shit. If not, I hit you!" uncle Ronggo Pekik said threateningly.

“It's eat!”

He threw something.

I ate what he gave me. It contained yams and all the food on the table. I can't do much. But pity watched The Blue Sheath tortured continuously the same Uncle Ronggo Pekik.

That kid won't eat.

Don't want to taste what Uncle Ronggo Pekik brought. Because his mind is depressed.

He brought good food.

Like bush chicken, deer liver hunted, to goat meat purchased from the market.

But he doesn't feel good. Even though just touching is disinclined, let alone enjoy it.

I want to run the girl. But not brave. Afraid of being caught again. He will suffer more, because he will suffer even more cruel torture. So it can only be silent and can only entertain the girl, if there is a chance.

We were in that hell house for a few days. Come someone with a limped step. He called out to Uncle Ronggo Pekik in a loud voice. For a long time he repeated his deeds, pronouncing the name.

Ronggo Pekik then came out. Carrying all the weapons. It seemed to have guessed and understood who was approaching his house.

“You?”

I saw him, Uncle Pulung Jiwo. Steps limped. It appears that the wound has not healed properly.

“Ya.” Only he dared to fight it.

Uncle Ronggo Pekik just tortured Blue Veil, that girl.

“However you managed to find us a weak man!”

“Bigger! Release my son!”

“Can't! She is now my wife. You can only go. Let her be happy with me.”

“Feel that you won't hand it over!” He continued to shout and grop, while throwing all the weapons he carried.

Dodged by Ronggo Pekik. Escape. The two are in a fight again. Ronggo Pekik thrust his sword back. “I told you to come back you sick man.”

Turn of Evasive Jiwo Pulung. He slapped his sword.

The fierce fighting continues. Sword against sword. Spear changing spears. Hit each other. Mutually tangkis. If the sword is released, Pulung Jiwo grabbed his spear. Strongly threw it.

Their shrewdness is balanced, alternating, lunge each other, libas, punjamkan. Nothing is strong. No one has given up. Ronggo Pekik back and forth. Fend off with whatever it can achieve. But Uncle Pulung Jiwo continued to hunt without giving the enemy a chance to get a fresh breeze.

Then, until finally, Uncle Pulung Jiwo who was angry, managed to kick Ronggo Pekik and fell. He was then hunted down and slaughtered with his sword. This time it's time. All revenge appears. Starting from bringing a beloved child. Then he stabbed him until he was seriously injured, even now he has not healed. Until it was not given to her son.

When squeezed, Uncle Ronggo Pekik threw sand into the face of Pulung Jiwo.

He made the man rub his face for a moment. At that moment Ronggo Pekik got up.

Pulung Jiwo tried to open his eyes and was surprised.

In fact, this time Ronggo Pekik has caught his son, Blue Kecung, and is at the point of a powerful keris.

“Let go of him, cunning!”

“Hehe... If you can go ahead. You'll find your son a corpse.”

“Badness!”

Jiwo's pulleys shook violently. He's getting mad. But can't do much. Everything is now under the control of Ronggo Pekik. His son's life was a bet. He doesn't want his son to die.

“Each of him drop his weapon.”

Inevitably Pulung Jiwo dropped his sword.

At that time, Ronggo Pekik threw a keris used to poke Blue Sheath.

Right in Pulung Jiwo's chest.