Intercept

THE SON

Heavy rain, hostile wind, sky spewing lightning, underneath them we can see.

Gareng, Petruk, Bagong cried as it happened. Their cries were accompanied by the cries of a baby born into this world.

The Semar just stood around looking up at the sky, as if to blame the universe, why should this happen .

"Takdiiirr, destiny" said semar like furious.

"Oeee oeeee" came the sound of a baby crying.

"Hiks hyx, Gustiiiiiiii" cried Petruk in tears.

They were sad, they were angry without being able to do anything.

"Wes my son, take us home, he is now alone without his father and mother, only we and natural selection can look after him. Leave your cries for this fate will surely continue" the semar commandment to her children.

With tears in his eyes, Petruk carried the baby followed by a gar and bagong that protected him from the rain with banana leaves. They went through the night in grief and felt guilty for not being able to protect their master.

Ten years have passed.

Amidst the length of the bushes we can see a person with a tall, long-nosed body and a small child with his bow is hiding. After a while, the boy pulled the bowstring and prepared to shoot a deer enjoying the fresh grass.

"Relax den set your breath, when the body was caught off guard just released the arrows" said petruk in a whisper.

The boy then pointed his bow towards the chest of the deer, he took a breath and exhaled for a while, and now, he was ready to slide his arrow.

But suddenly..........

"Glabrukkkk" someone fell down before the boy managed to shoot. The deer ran away and Petruk became upset. He stared at the cynical person who had just fallen down with a feeling of annoyance.

"Loh koe Reng, ngapaiiiinnn koe here, haduh haduh" said petruk upset.

"Hehe sorry truck, I was in a hurry to see there was a deer with a large body. Yes truck if raden can shoot it we do not need to hunt again for three days truck" said gareng explained.

"Haduhhhh this koe, already know how your way is limping, why not be careful haduhh duhh" said petruk upset.

"But the real truck is big, the stomach of the bagong just lost his gedenya" replied gareng.

"Where is the body now" asked Petruk.

"There is a truck in front of the cave next to the river" replied the gareng

"Free battering, there it's too far, it's already want night, later if we go home the sky is already evening surely the romo angry with us" said petruk.

Amidst the chatter of gareng and petruk, seen from a distance saw someone with a distended stomach approaching them with a lot of cassava leaves.

"Raden ndoro, this petruk I've got the vegetables" said bagong proudly.

"Cesss" without a word petruk is still upset.

"Naahhh, we ate cassava vegetables

just today" said gareng.

"When a little more we can eat venison with processed cassava vegetables, but reng-reng koe even mess it up" said petruk who is still upset with gareng.

"Uncle is okay, uncle petruk can cook a good even if only uncle cassava vegetables" said the child.

"Nggeh. Later this bagong I ask all of you to bring the cassava, let me make a good cuisine for raden" said petruk .

"Hehe sorry den, my fault" said gareng.

"Naa trus is his vegetable how the truck. I'm tired of cooking meth to be thrown away" said bagong confused

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"Hahahaha" the boy laughed.

"Gong-gong" said gareng.

"Let's go home uncle" said the boy.

"Ndoro wine" said gareng.

"Ngggeh raden" petruk said.

"Siapp Raden ndoro" said bagong.

Even though they failed today

getting their hunt, they still look happy to be grateful for what has passed today. As a family that will not be separated, they join hands to walk home.

In a house decorated thick with typical Javanese tribes, it appears someone with a large body, a filled stomach, sitting in front of the porch of the house. His stature is authoritative, with a stick he holds, he appears to be laying a song/develop.

"......Onooo King, Without Throne. Ono Satria Without Army."

Shortly after that Petruk and the others have arrived in front of the house. They bowed their heads after knowing their mama was on the porch of the house.

"We went home rama" said the gareng.

"Ohh my children have gone home, what can you do today?" ask semar.

"Anu rama, we were planning to get a deer, but yes, the deer we were after, finally escaped the rama" Petruk explained.

"Hahaha, ropopo my son. We will not find clouds of the same shape every day. Maybe today we are unlucky, maybe tomorrow we are lucky. Like that is destiny, every day we can not determine it" said Semar.

"Ingeh rama" they answered in unison.

"Lohhh where ndoro bei mu, everywhere, everywhere" said semar shocked.

"It's lo rama" pointed at the bagong.

"i'm here rama" said the boy.

"hooalah, make a surprise, yasudah truck you there cook, ndoro bei mu this you already hungry" orders semar.

"Rama upload" replied petruk.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" said bagong.

"There you are cooking, let ndoro bei sama rama" said semar.

"Ready mo" replied bagong.

The boy approached the semar that he already considered to be his own father. He then sat next to her.

"The dream is still the same ndoro?" ask Poster while cleaning the child's clothes from the dust

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"Still rama" replied the boy.

"Hopefully nothing happened, that wong was also just a dream ndoro. Try Rama want to see the graffiti" said semar.

The boy then undressed, seen on his back an ancient Javanese script and seen 2 small black lines on his right shoulder. And the story is connected.......