Flying Umbrella Swordsman

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Ki Brajaseti was also about to help Cakra Diwangsa considering Prabu Satyaguna is his best friend. But Ki Ranggasura suggested that it be a youth affair like Adijaya only. The goal is to make the young man more experienced in the outside world. The more mature and the more resilient it is either physically or mentally.

After parting to Kinasih finally departed Adijaya aka Pendekar Umbrella Fly with Cakra Diwangsa to investigate the slander that befell Prabu Satyaguna.

First they head to the nearest market. They bought a horse at once with his chariot. So they can drive it together. Of course Cakra Diwangsa brings a lot of gifts from his mother. While Adijaya still has quite a lot of wages giving Darma Koswara.

"Is there no time limit?" ask Adijaya.

"Raka Prabu gives the widest amount of time,"

They chatted in a speeding carriage pulled by a horse. A small car that only holds two people. So the horse does not mind the burden.

"Why did Raden's mother suggest looking for me?"

"Because he's sure you can help me,"

"Sorry, does Raden have any silat cleverness?"

"Slightly, only the rough moves relied on outside power. I have never studied up to the science of canuragan that requires deep energy. Maybe that's the point I'm asking for your help,"

"Ah, Raden likes to go low. I haven't had much experience either,"

"But I heard Ki Ranggasura call you the Flying Umbrella Swordsman,"

Adijaya laughed softly. "Grandfather is just exaggerating,"

"Oh, yeah. During the Ayahanda rebellion, I was not allowed to be involved by Mother. So I can't see my father's last moments. Can you tell me when you were with Ayahanda?"

Although it will make Cakra Diwangsa sad, Adijaya still tells everything he experienced while with Commander Cakrawarman. And sure enough, the son of the Commander looked teary.

"The mother is right, the father is only used by his followers. Grandfather also said that Father didn't want to rebel, actually,"

"Where do we start the investigation?" tanya Adijaya switched the conversation so that Cakra Diwangsa did not dissolve in sadness.

"To Gantar village, we find two people who become senapati named Jaladipa and Singgih. I already know where he lives."

That's how a horse-drawn carriage drives. It's still a long day to Tanage. The sky looks bright even though it may suddenly rain. Because in the rainy season, the weather is sometimes erratic. It is also useful for them to ride the train that has 'saung'nya so that when it rains they do not get wet.

Their journey is quite far. Stopped at the store a few times. To fill the stomach, take a short break while feeding the horse.

Short story. Five days later, they reached the village of Gantar at midnight. They stopped at a place a bit far from the residential area. They do not act directly. But rest used to unwind until the morning.

After cleaning yourself in a shower near there. These two people stepped down the village road. His horse-drawn carriage stayed at his place.

The atmosphere of the village was starting to get crowded. A lot of people carry farm equipment. Apparently they want to go to the fields or fields.

Some time later Adijaya and Cakra Diwangsa arrived at their destination. A house among a row of other houses.

"This house looks lonely, like there are no residents," said Adijaya.

"Interracial!" cakra Diwangsa said rather loudly.

There's no answer. The houses around him also looked deserted. Once again Cakra Diwangsa said a louder greeting.

"Who's looking, Den?" a middle-aged woman appeared from the side of the house.

"The one who lives in this house" replied Cakra Diwangsa.

This woman stuck for a moment. "This house has no occupants" he said.

"Where are they, have they moved?"

"This house has been uninhabited since its owner died,"

"Is Raden not the wrong house?" missik Adijaya's.

"Of course not!" tukas Cakra Diwangsa then he said to the woman. "A while ago two of my friends lived here,"

The woman seemed to think. And it seems like he remembered something.

"Oh, yes. Some time ago this house was once rented..."

"At first I thought so, but it turns out they were a perverted couple,"

"Easter!" exclamation of Cakra Diwangsa and Adijaya together.

"Yes, gather kebo, huh! Amit-amit!"

"Where are they now?" cecar Cakra Diwangsa's.

"Don't know, but surely the woman who became their partner was a hired woman!"

Cakra Diwangsa and Adijaya looked at each other.

"Auntie knows where the rented woman came from?" ask Adijaya.

"Yes, from the Butterfly Valley!"

"Butterfly Valley?" rework Adijaya.

"Oh, thank you, Auntie!" said Cakra Diwangsa directly pulled Adijaya's arm away from the place.

While the woman looked gawking.

"Raden knows the place?"

"Yes!"

They're back in the horse-drawn carriage. At that time also immediately his horse left the village of Gantar.

"The place is like a valley, but not so deep. The Butterfly Valley is the gathering place for women of the night,"

"*******, Raden mean?"

"Yes!"

Adijaya just nodded slowly while glaring. Means their destination is now to that brothel. Unfortunately, it did not ask what the names of the two hired women were. But does that woman know too?

At noon they reached a hill.

"Back of this hill lies the Valley of Butterflies" Cakra Diwangsa said. "But we will not climb the hill because there is no road for the horse-drawn carriage. We're going through a circular road on the hillside."

The train drove again. Just slow. Adijaya squinted his eyes, sweeping the surrounding scenery. Beautiful nature, cool air. But the sky is a little cloudy. Looks like it's gonna rain.

Only a dozen spears entered the hillside road. Five creepy-looking people confronted with unsheathed cleaver.

"It seems to be your part, Adijaya," whispered Cakra Diwangsa.

Adijaya scratched his head. "Well! I'm a bouncer apparently!" it was murmuring but in the heart.

"Everyone who wants to go to the Butterfly Valley, must pay tribute for security!" exclaim one of the creepy-looking.

These five men were dressed in red. Gondrong hair and face brewokan. Their faces are similar. But it's actually different. Similar because both brewok.

It was certain that the one who passed this road was about to head towards the Butterfly Valley. Did everyone ask for tribute? Or just take advantage of the situation considering that people who want to go there must be nobles or wealthy merchants.

"But from the looks of it, it doesn't seem like they're a Rakean" the others said after observing.

"But the horse is quite expensive!" tell the others again.

"Hey! Why are you guys dumbassing?" yell that first one. "If you don't have to pay, it's better to go back than to have your head separated from your body!"

"Do you not know me?" the Sentak Cakra Diwangsa.

These five people laughed out loud.

"People who walk this road, we all know. And you two must have been here for the first time. Sell the look, huh!"

Back they were broken. This time while pointing with his machete.