Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Robber's Child

The Five Begal Cakrageni were already known as sadistic raiders in the northern area of the Indraprahasta kingdom bordering the kingdom of Wanagiri.

Two small kingdoms subordinate to the great empire of Tarumanagara at that time. The five friends led by Gandara are based at the top of the Gajah Depa hill. A hill that if viewed from afar looks like an elephant is being fed (reciprocated fall).

Their lunge was greatly feared by the rich merchants. Because the Five Begal Cakrageni only robbed the rich or palace officials.

Already some hired warriors tried to crush them but always failed to even go home just carrying a name. However, if there is someone who is able to match the science of Cakrageni who became a mainstay, they can always escape. Disappear a few days later after feeling safe.

Gandara, a man of almost fifty years. His body is strong and strong. Unlike robbers in general who have a sinister face with a thick mustache and fuss, Gandara is a handsome man with a round face and a thin mustache without a beard. Add captivating with a batik headband that covers his hair that is long sebahu.

One characteristic of a robber is all-black clothing. Likewise, Gandara who is currently standing in the front yard of a large wooden hut. Where he lived with four of his friends, and also...

The boy is just his puppet!

The boy who is now a wedge in his mind because he has been running away many times. I wonder what was in the mind of that thirteen-year-old?

"I don't want to come with you!"

"Who do you want to go with, where?"

"Where, if you're not with me!"

"Why?"

"I don't want to be a robber!"

Gandara was stunned to recall the conversation with his son Adijaya, moments before fleeing again. Indeed, from the bottom of his conscience he opposed his work as a begal.

He knew, he realized, that it was a despicable, despicable act. Even though the stolen property is only the property of merchants or palace offices. So that when the child does not want to be with him anymore because he does not want to be upset, he cannot say anything.

But as a father, I was worried. What is the fate of your child if you really live alone?

Gandara's daydreams are broken when four of his friends appear simultaneously from four directions. Their appearance is not much different from the leader. Dressed all in black, nor did anyone have a sinister face. Like ordinary people in general.

"How's it?" ask Gandara.

Darpa, Wikarta, Kuntala and Sarkawi both shook their heads. This time Adijaya was really hard to find.

"Fucking kid!" Gandara grunted furiously.

"Continue the search, search for nearby villages. He must not be far away!" gandara's orders to his four friends.

"Good!" answer the four in unison.

Then they went back to four different directions. Including Gandara also intervened in search of his son. He went the other way.

After a safe situation, Adijaya emerged from behind a bush that would unexpectedly become his hiding place.

A big boy, at the age of thirteen his height exceeds that of a child his age. Almost equal to his father's height. His face is also handsome.

Without a second thought he also went in a different direction.

Without carrying any supplies, clothes were only worn on his body. Adijaya is determined to leave her father, the only family she has. All this because of his conscience which is contrary to the work of the father, the robber.

This young man of responsibility stepped down the path that was far from the crowd, not knowing how far he had left the hill where he lived.

Adijaya does not remember when his father became a robber, probably since he was a child. He remembered his long-dead mother, when he was seven years old.

Little Adijaya who is always cheerful often toyed with his peers. The father, who rarely came home - at least once a month - did not think much.

Maybe because they are children. His mother said that his father worked for a merchant who always sent goods to the king's city, so he rarely went home.

However, after his mother died of a long illness, Gandara invited Adijaya to move home to the Gajah Depa hill. There he no longer found the father who came home once a month. He was at home almost every day with his friends.

Only for one day Adijaya was left at home, tomorrow the father had returned with valuables. Later it was discovered that one day was when his witness did the sealing.

Now, at his green age his mind seemed to have stepped forward. Yeah, he doesn't want to follow in his father's footsteps.

From now on, his life will change!

***

When he arrived at the village his stomach began to feel hungry. Adijaya opened his eyes. Many people who just returned from their fields and fields, some also brought the remains of merchandise. This boy looked up, a glowing orange tinge in the western horizon.

His heart was excited now, at one corner of the crossroad he saw a restaurant that was still crowded. Immediately Adijaya approached him but not to the front but to the back.

"Excuse me, Bi!" adijaya greeting to a middle-aged woman who is cooking.

This Aunt stared for a moment, investigating, perhaps she recognized Adijaya. Apparently not.

"What's up, Jang?" (Call to the boys)

"I'm hungry, Bii!" Adijaya frankly. Plain.

The aunt stared back, thinking that this boy must be asking for food because he had no money.

Seeing from his appearance it was clear that this child had traveled a long way. Don't ask her about her parents, because she's seen as alone.

"I will not ask for free, Bi," said Adijaya as if knowing the heart of the shop owner. "Auntie can tell me to do anything first, I want to!"

"Oh...!" the aunt nodded her head. "Well, you just wash the cutlery there!"

"Good, Bi!"

Soon Adijaya did what the aunt of the store owner told him to do. A pile of eating places made of woven bamboo, clay and bamboo roofs made like glass has moved to the laundry place next to the shop inside.

Although the stomach feels hungry, but Adijaya is so eager to do his job. He was happy to get something he needed from the results of his own sweat.

Worked.

It is normal for everyone to meet the needs of his life. But good work. A good job. Well done.

Not by robbing.

He remembered his father. But soon I will forget it. And don't see each other again.

If it could be forever.

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