Ganjen Swordsman

Meet Ki Panut Malipuh

Sea waves roll towards the beach. An old body stood alone by the beach. His eyes looked towards the sea. Maybe he was surprised to see that much water, because usually only water is seen limited in the bucket.

No one knew why the old man was standing on the beach alone. He had obviously not moved since. His wand was stuck in the sand of the beach. His blue robe was waving like a ripped boat sail.

His flat white hair like a horse's topknot was tied with a black headband. His beard was thin, roughly only twenty-four pieces. His mustache followed thinly, I don't know how many no one had time to count it.

His body is thin, maybe often fasting or never have rice, I don't know! His eyes were small, but keenly looked. As sharp as not as sharp as the tip of the pointed bamboo.

The black wand-robed blue grandfather only took a breath, as indeed inhaling was easier than pulling a rickshaw. His heart was amazed.

Apparently he saw an eight-year-old little boy playing surfing on the big roll of the waves. The surfboard used is a young banana leaf midrib. The boy in purple pants and a purple short vest also looked very happy. His body floated to the rhythm of the waves while standing on a banana leaf midrib.

Apparently the grandfather felt more interested in the spectacle than having to watch the attractions of dolphins.

“Babies jerky!” not yet mema ki.

“Kid se tan where is he able to play the waves on a piece of banana leaf?!”

The eight-year-old boy with somewhat long bushy hair shouted out in excitement. The waves catapulted him.

“Yihuuuu…..! Hiaaaah…..! Asyiikkk....!”.

Grandpa blue robe just bobbing heads for a little while. But he still silently looked at the boy with a word in his heart.

“The banana is not torn in the slightest, does not sink even if used standing. Does that boy have body science? If so, how great would he be? Still small can already stand on banana leaves, especially if it is big later, it may be able to stand on the shutters!”

The old figure was mangosteen as a statement of his admiration. briefly then his eyes gasped somewhat in shock. The waves came bigger and louder.

The boy was still standing on a roll of banana leaf waves, but now the wave threw the boy until he floated apart from the banana leaf. Maybe the waves were annoyed since it was trampled on by a boy, considered the boy did not know manners. So the boy wasted it and fell on the white sandy beach.

“Waaaaooow....!”.

Buuhg....!

The small body slammed in a supine state.

Grandfather was worried. His heart is deep,

“Wah, die son! At least a concussion! The fall from a high enough state.

slammed hard. Doggone. He's not moving. I have to help him!” immediately

The black wand grandfather immediately approached.the distance was quite far from where he was standing. He used a lightening-powered motion of the body, so that in a flash the grandfather had arrived beside the wayward boy.

The boy was in his eyes open. Glared unblinking. Grandfather looked worriedly watching him.

The boy was talking like a possessed man. Slow and flat.

“I fly....fly high....! Am I dreaming? Oh, yeah. I dream. Dream of meeting sea frogs. Hiiii. So big! Apparently the sea frog has a beard and a white mustache...?”.

The grandfather patted the boy's cheek.

Pluk, pluk, pluk.....

“Hey, hey. What you see is me, man. Not sea frogs!”

The boy came to his senses and immediately got up. His eyes confirmed his vision towards the grandfather.

“O, yes....human,” his murmur is serious.

Grandpa grumbled, though,

“Damn it! I thought it was a sea frog. Ridiculous as well this brat?! If I don't remember being a kid, I slapped him!”

The boy hurried up, then ran closer to the ocean waters. The grandfather immediately exclaimed,

“Hoi, where are you going?”

“Main surf again!” yells.

He didn't look at it one bit. It was as if I was being indifferent to my grandfather.

While the grandfather was full of anxiety to see the boy approaching the banana leaf midrib that was washed up on the beach as well. He did not want the boy to surf again, because according to his calculations the game was quite dangerous for a boy the age of the child. then the banana leaf was immediately hit with a long-range punch glowing red as a lot as a stick.

Claap....!

Braass....!

The banana leaf was torn. Because the tearing is small, it is said that the banana leaf is destroyed.

The purple-vests boy was shocked and disappointed. He looked towards the grandfather who was moving closer while carrying a stick like a shepherd. Maybe he was a fish farmer in the sea.

“Why did my banana leaf you destroy, Old Man!” protest the boy with a frown.

“Basic parents sirik!” his grunts grumbled more.

“Are you not deterred by being thrown by such a strong wave?! Your head could break if it hit the reef!”

“Crack ya buy again!” replied the boy grumbling as well.

“Nak, if people have a broken head, it will not be replaced with a new one. That man will surely die, for his head is broken.”

“Ah, mas’.....?! Let's give you an example of a broken head, I want to see if you die or not!”

“Oooo...button boy!” grumbling the grandfather.

In a lowered voice the grandfather asked again,

“What's your name, Son?”

“Whose name are you, Old Man?”

The short-haired white grandfather took a breath looking at the boy's stubbornness. He held back his annoyance by staring in the other direction for a moment. After feeling the patience, he looked back at the boy.

“You can call me Ki Panut Palipuh.”

“Who? Ki Grate Blister?”

“Ki Panut Pelipuh! Budek!” jolt's irritated.

“Ooo... Your name is Ki Panut Palipuh Budek? How strange is that name?”

“Budeknya not used!” the grandfather's mouth became more upset.

The boy laughed gigglingly. Grandpa pouted and threw his face away.

“But your name is more beautiful Ki Parut Blister Kok, Old Man. Easy to remember.”

“Asperance you are!” he nodded while pouting.

“My name is Pandu,” replied the boy.

“Puber Guide!”

Ki Panut Palipuh stared at the boy's chest. It was only realized that on the chest of the boy there was a tattoo of a picture of a red rose with a stalk and leaves two strands of blue ink.

Of course, because there was no ink at that time, the blue color must have been made from poison cassava sap. According to Ki Panut Palipuh. It makes the word,

"Small is already tattooed....!”.

The picture of the rose was once when the baby was still budding, now a little blooming, but not yet widened everything. Ki Panut Palipuh did not know that the boy was the son of Yuda Lelana with Murti Kumala, the daughter of the king of the jinn who resided on Devil Island.

“Puber Guide,” says Ki Panut Palipuh,

“I have noticed since you have been playing for a long time. Aren't you afraid of being scolded by your parents? You better get home soon, your mom and dad are looking for you, kid!”

“You yourself why not go home, Ki Parut Blister? I noticed you've been watching me play the surf. Aren't you afraid of being scolded by your wife, Old Man?”

“Small is good at talking to you too?”

“After, Ki Parut Blister elders are also still smart talking anyway.”

“Wah, wow, wow....!” Ki Panut Palipuh shook his head, feeling overwhelmed advising the boy.The boy also shook his head and said, too,

“Wah, wow, wow...!”

From the west came two men riding horses. They headed towards Pandu Puber and Ki Panut Palipuh.the sound of horse legs provoked the attention of both of them. Ki Panut Palipuh gasped for a moment.

“Wire! They finally found me here too!” ki Panut Palipuh.

So he immediately said to Pandu Puber,

“Quick go! Find a safe hiding place. Quick.....quick......!” while pushing Pandu Puber.

“Ngapain gone?! I want to see a horse! In my place there are no horses.”

“But. They're gonna attack me. You'll be attacked later! Go there soon.”

“No!” the boy is insistent.

“I want to see horses!”

At the top of Mount Isamaya the boy lived with his parents. There are no horses there.

A lazy horse climbed up to the top of that high mountain. The risk of fractures and entering the ravine makes the horses reluctant to aspire to the top of the mountain.

That's why the wayward boy was excited to see the horse coming. Three times in his life he saw an animal called a horse.

Ki Panut Palipuh immediately left the boy, welcoming the presence of two people dressed all in black. He thought, if anything happens to be far from the boy, so the boy escaped from the wrong target. But it turns out that Pandu Puber actually followed Ki Panut Palipuh with curiosity about horses.

Ki Panut Palipuh did not have time to expel, because the distance with the two horsemen was close enough. The concentration of Ki Panut Palipuh is more focused on the two of them.

“Finally we meet too, Ki Panut Palipuh!” said one of the horsemen with long gray hair on his back.

Her hair was tied with a white rope, tucked back. The person's face is quite haunted, because it has eyebrows rising, whiskers curving down, arid aka no.

His face was oval like a cucumber. His small eyes were very cruel. His gun is a machete on the left waist.

“You're still curious about me, Jabang

Demit!” The person next to him replied,

“Before your head is cut off we keep hunting you, Panut Palipuh!”

The one who spoke a bit rudely was dressed in black-black as well. He was quite young from Jabang Demit. No mustache, no beard, no eyebrows, so his face is spooky but funny. His short hair was black, his eel was wide so that it was like a front shell. His eyes were round so that they were like giant atomic nuts. His body was fatter than Jabang Demit. He was armed with a long-handled broad axe. The axe was sparkling white in the reflection of sunlight.

Of course the sharpness is not only able to shave the genitals but also can to shave the human head. The tip of the axe was pointed like the eye of a spear. The person nicknamed the Waving Corpse, because his face was wide without a mustache, the beard and eyebrows were similar to the face of a corpse.

“Caying Waving, you urge me to finish your life! Don't blame my cane if it makes your head crumble instantly!”

Wuuut...! Wuuut...!

Jleg, jeep...!

The two men jumped down from the horse's back.

Jabang Demit who was about sixty years old and thinner than the Waving Corpse approached Ki Panut Palipuh, stopping within five steps. His hand began to hold the hilt of the machete, but had not yet pulled the machete.

“Panut Palipuh, I once again remind you, you better surrender and I give it to the Duke, than your head alone I give you!”

“This time we don't mess around, Panut Palipuh!” timpal the Waving Corpse.

Ki Panut Palipuh just singunkan cynical smile. His eyes glanced at Pandu Puber. The boy approached the horse and observed with a gleeful smile. A moment later he ran to meet the Waving Corpse and shook the man's arm as he said,

“Uncle, Uncle...your horse is a male what is a female?”

“Shut up!” snapped the Waving Corpse.

“Yaaa... that's just angry,” Pandu Puber said.

“I'm not just curious, your horse is male or female. Because since last glance at me continue!”

Plakkp.....!

Waving corpses wagging his hands, slapping the face of Pandu Puber. The slap hit in the face and made Pandu Puber bounced down. But the boy did not complain or grimace in pain. He just bit his lip and immediately stood up again.

“Is that your grandson, Panut Palipuh?!” hardik Corpse Waving.

“Not!” replied Ki Panut Palipuh firmly.

“Do not involve the child!”

Jabang Demit grinned with excitement as if he had a new idea. He said to the Waving Corpse,

“Capture the boy, let the old man beheaded or handed over to the Duke!”

Waving corpses hesitated and sighed,

“Ah, he's just a kid!”

“Hey, let him be a kid but can make the angler's weakness Panut Palipuh! You want a big gift, don't you?!”

“I remind you once again, do not involve the child!” ki Panut Palipuh Sentak.

But apparently the Waving Corpse was immediately interested in his new idea Jabang Demit. then he immediately moved to grab Pandu Puber.

Wuuttt...!