Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Hunting Captions

In one day Adijaya and Puspasari attended the funeral twice. This morning the burial of Arum Honje his friend Puspasari. Now Rara Intan.

Although not a person known to both, but the way the murder was carried out was the same as that struck Arum Honje.

At first Puspasari heard the excitement. Unexpectedly, Rara Intan went to the market alone in the morning. But home was sent in a coffin.

Which makes Puspasari curious he heard there was a cross-shaped scratch on the thigh of the victim. So soon he went to the house of the gumara master.

By telling that Arum Honje's death was exactly the same as Rara Intan, Puspasari was finally allowed to see and examine Rara Intan's body.

Adijaya also wanted to see it, but unfortunately it was buried. However, the information from Puspasari was enough for him.

After the burial was over, they discussed it in a tavern while filling the stomach.

"Do you think the culprits who killed Arum Honje and Rara Intan are the same person?" tanya Adijaya asked for an opinion.

"It could be, considering the killer accidentally left the same trail, a cross mark scratch,"

"The goal is not just revenge" Adijaya began to think of an idea. "But we need to find more information. Especially the similarities between Arum Honje and Rara Intan,"

"How about we meet the gumara master?"

"Good idea, come on!"

After paying to the store owner they went to the house of the manager Gumara. It turned out that many royal officers were asking for information.

It was seen that the two house guards were recounting his testimony. While there are still many relatives and neighbors who flock to express their condolences.

Adijaya and Puspasari sneak to the side of the house. They found Rara Intan's mother sitting alone. His face still implied a deep sadness.

Puspasari approached him immediately. This mother remembered Puspasari who wanted to see the body of her son because there was a resemblance to the murder of her best friend.

"Mother, I and my friend want to help find the killer of your child," Puspasari unceremoniously explained her point.

"There is a government that handles it" said the mother slowly.

"We'll do it another way,"

"How?"

"But we need some information from mom,"

The mother seemed to think for a moment. "What do you want to ask?"

Puspasari and Adijaya sat down near the mother. Not forgetting Adijaya introduced himself. The mother looked at this pair of young men with an all-seeing look.

"Because the way Rara Intan died is exactly the same as the death of my best friend, inevitably we have to investigate the death of the mother's daughter as well" explained Puspasari.

"Thank you for your good intentions, well I'll give you the information you want,"

"We just want to know, who are the people who are close, or ever close and also anyone who hates Rara Intan?"

The silent mother again gathered her memories of her poor daughter.

"Indeed Rara Intan is a little picky in making friends. But that does not mean he is hostile to people who do not want him to make friends. He was good at just keeping his distance.

"So if anyone hates Rara, I can't be sure. Because everyone's always been nice in front of my family,"

"True, the one who hates will also pretend to be good in front of us" Adijaya said.

"Oh, yes, usually girls are always open to their mothers" said Puspasari. Hearing his own words hurt his heart. Remembering him from a small.

"Yes, of course, as a teenager who was 'tagged' he had told me about his closeness to some young people, some even had a rope of love,"

"Well, who are they?" adijaya asked excitedly like finding a diamond.

"Last there was Raden Indrajaya, the young official had come that in the near future he would propose Rara..."

"Why, Mom?" ask Puspasari.

"I remember this morning he said Rara wanted to meet Raden Indrajaya at the market. But there's no way he did it. It could be someone else,"

Adijaya and Puspasari looked at each other. Then the mother continued.

"Before Raden Indrajaya, ever with youth from the common people. But he just told me. He's afraid to be honest with his father,"

The mother fell silent, the pair of young men in front of her also chose to wait for the mother to continue. They understand the mother's uncertain feelings.

"There is Seta Aji, then Pranata," continued the mother with a look of laughter.

This time Puspasari was shocked. "Which was the first between Seta Aji or Pranata?"

Mom stared for a moment at the girl's face. Like wanting to explore his mind.

"Pranata was then Seta Aji and lastly Raden Indrajaya,"

Puspasari turned to Adijaya, the look in her eyes implying that she found something.

"What did you find?" ask the young man.

"Seta Aji was also Arum Honje's lover before Raden Sujiwa's application" he explained, showing there were similarities between Arum Honje and Rara Intan.

Adijaya's turn that looks glared for a moment. "You know Seta Aji?"

"Of course!"

Puspasari turned again to the mother, she stroked the woman's back. Give encouragement to always be steadfast in the face of this disaster.

"Thank you, Mom. This little bit of evidence, but it's helpful enough for our next investigation,"

"I'm also grateful that you helped. I hope you guys make it. And may you be fooled."

The young men looked at each other at the last words of the mother. Moreover, Puspasari blushed in shame with red cheeks.

Then they say goodbye. It's already dusk. In the eastern horizon began to be shrouded in darkness. While in the west orange tinge will soon be drowned in the night. Gumara's mansion also began to be deserted.

***

In a dark room, a tall figure that looked like a silhouette stood stiff while looking up. His two hands clenched and shook.

He was like he was about to jump through a roof. There was hardly any light that penetrated the room. But this figure doesn't care about the circumstances.

There was the sound of his heavy breathing like he was holding a weight. He was indeed holding back his turmoil that was blowing inside the chest.

"Wouldn't stop this retaliation," his voice growled until the veins around his neck were pulled tight.

"Reprisal is always more cruel, and one pat of two flies can be. Wait for your turn!"

The two hands of this figure twitched, increasingly trembling. The body is giving off heat. He gathered his inner energy.

His voice grew growling sounding shudder and making goosebumps for those who heard it. The hot air emanating from his body shook the entire room.

As long as life keeps turning, then the grudge will continue to exist. Revenge will not disappear, because after revenge is avenged, a new revenge will be born.

Revenge does not make the world peaceful.

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