Gania & Mr. Thom

The Conquest of the Grandmother Part 2

"Thom, what's the fate of ki..ki..ta? uncle Osas' voice stammeredly asking Uncle Thom.

Mr. Thom raised his machete upward parallel to the chest. The torch he was holding was raised high. The atmosphere of silence is gripping, it has never been felt Mr. Thom felt part of a prospective prey ready in the record in case there really was a tiger in front of them. He wished the tiger was not in front of him. Traces. With a flashlight carried by Uncle Osas, Mr. Thom lit a trail on the ground. Last afternoon after work the rain fell wet the oil palm plantations. The soil is wet and enough to give the tiger a trail. Mr. Thom took a deep breath, near the poor weasel there were clearly tiger footprints, big. The tiger was big, Mr. Thom could deduce it from the footprints that were on the ground. If you guessed the length of the tiger body is not less than 2 meters. It was visible from the distance between the front foot and the back foot printed on the ground.

"You must not be noisy Osas. There's no point in yelling, no one will hear. We're too far from home." Mr. Thom gave instructions.

Let alone yelling, whispering Uncle Osas is certainly not able to. Inside his head was already filled with fear and the smell of death. SD children also know that tigers are carnivorous and like to eat a lot of meat. Between himself and Mr. Thom it is clear that his flesh is the most abundant. I can be sure the tiger will pounce on him.

The two of them did not continue to follow in the footsteps of the tiger. Not knowing where the tiger stepped was not a question for the two of them. They are not hunters who want to hunt tigers. After all, which fool would want to hunt a tiger with only potluck capital. Mr. Thom continued to move forward followed by Uncle Osas.The silence of the night made Uncle Osas' heart pound even more, however the tiger was a silent animal. No one knows when he'll pounce. Mr. Thom's eyes, ears and hands were perfectly alert. Young Mr. Thom is already equipped with martial arts, but what does martial arts mean when faced with the instinct of a killer educated wild, tiger.

Step by step, Mr. Thom continues to advance. The movements of the two of them were unhurried but also unhurried. A moment later Uncle Thom halted his steps. Not because there's something out there. But because he heard Uncle Osas's steps came to a halt. Without looking back Mr. Thom asked.

"What's up Osas? Why did you stop?"

"Th..thom, aa aaa aada se se se se somewhere in bela kang ki ki....."

Uncle Osas had not yet answered fully, the beast had jumped from the dark. His jumping height was up to 3 meters, he appeared from behind. Damn it. The creature will clearly land perfectly on top of Uncle Osas' body. His ferocious face, long fangs, sharp nails and weight that had reached the maximum limit of the Sumatran tiger made Uncle Osas paralyzed standing unable to move. Mr. Thom certainly couldn't do much, he was a few meters away Uncle Osas. Moments of time seemed to stop, like the heartbeat of Uncle Osas who also felt stopped instantly. Yet....

"Aaaaaaaaa......"

Right behind the tiger stood a person jumping and raining a long spear from above the height of the palm tree. The spear struck the tiger's back right at the back of its neck. The tiger's body almost hit Uncle Osas, but Mr. Thom's hand was deftly pulled him until the fat body was plunged to the ground. Realizing he was attacked from behind, the tiger tried to thrash. Mr. Thom deftly, slashed the machete he was holding towards the tiger's foot. The tiger resisted, already drenched in blood but his strength was still strong. One claw landed on Mr. Thom's back. He even rolled on the ground with the tiger. The tiger's voice was obviously terrible but Mr. Thom did not give up. He continued to destroy the machete on his side. The tiger was sprawled, it seemed that he was drained of a lot of blood due to a fitting spear stuck in a vital area.

"Yes..." Mr. Thom gasped for breath, the tiger's claws were clearly quite deep. It was just that he did not know the blood on his body was all of his blood or had been mixed with that tiger's blood.

Mr. Thom was immediately handed over to Ahmad Tuah and Uncle Osas to be able to reach the nearest residents' homes. Once they found out there was a tiger attacking, one of the residents immediately rang a fart in front of the house a sign of danger. All the citizens woke up from their hearts and surrounded Mr. Thom and also secured the stricken tiger. When residents came to the scene, the tiger was still breathing. But finally the residents decided to finish off the tiger so that no friends of the tiger who saw. According to the beliefs of the surrounding community, tigers are vengeful creatures. If they see their friend killed, then they tigers do not hesitate to come again to the plantation to avenge. Whether the belief was true or not, but a few adult men directly carried the tiger into a large hole and stockpiled it. No one intended to take his skin let alone to display his head in the living room. Conflict with tigers is not a mess in plantations that directly border this forest.

Mr. Thom's back was pretty bad as well. Bandages were soon encumbered there. He was lying on a makeshift mat. Uncle Osas fanned the slightly grimacing Mr. Thom withstanding the pain.

"How can you be this stupid? Out at night for a payroll?" Ahmad Tuah grumbled while covering Mr. Thom's body.

There was a plantation doctor who examined Mr. Thom. The doctor advised Mr. Thom not to work first and rest a lot. Painkillers have also been given to Mr. Thom. But still before the dope worked, Mr. Thom had to enjoy the tiger's scratch.

"Are you unconscious? The tiger has been following you for a long time since you first entered the dark and lush plantation area. Osas forgot to close the door. I slept on the cold bed and woke up. I was surprised to see an empty house. Luckily I went out and found you guys across the street. I don't know where the two of you are going, but seeing Thom's hasty steps I clearly know it must be important business. So I decided to follow you from behind. Before leaving, I took a spear to the wall of our neighbor's house. The spear was a spear commonly used hunting ****. My hunch is already bad, then I should be on my guard. Sure enough, I saw from afar that the big tiger was following you from behind. Of course I don't dare tell you because I'm afraid of the tiger. I waited for the right moment to stick the spear into his neck. Fortunately the tiger was only focused on you, until he did not realize there was me behind him. When he wanted to pounce on Osas that was the right time, I climbed up the palm tree a little higher even though it did not reach the top. And what you see next is what happens."

Mr. Thom rubbed his sweaty face. He felt stupid, how could he be alpa if the tiger always attacked from behind not from the front. That night I had somehow he owed his life to Ahmad Tuah.

"Well, that's how Gania is. So if it wasn't for your father, maybe Mr. Thom and I would've been chewed by that tiger."

Gania's mouth was agape at Uncle Osas's story. He did not even care about Mamba, Pelo and Ohyen escaping from his bathtub. The story was so creepy even Gania could feel her horror. The gripping night, the fierce tiger and the courage of his father are worth remembering in the memory of Gania's brain. The story of this grandmother's conquest is incredible.