Jaka Umbara; The Wind Warrior

An Incident

A few days passed since the incident he had experienced with his difficult-to-understand old grandfather. Now he is going back to his usual days. Just like when he had yet to meet the mysterious old grandfather figure. He went back out to look for food supplies to survive.

That day was stinging. The heat of the sun seemed unfriendly. Although sheltered under a shady tree, the heat is still felt. As if in vain just shelter under the tree to avoid the heat of the sun. It's just that day Jaka had no trouble finding food. Many fruits that he found in the forest near his hut. It lasted for a few days.

“Fruits today are quite a lot,” said Jaka picking fruit after fruit interspersed with his small humming, feeling immeasurable happiness. Sometimes he talks to himself as if he is talking to himself.

“Jaka, you should be thankful a lot. You are still given abundant sustenance like this,” he said as if he was advising himself.

He again hummed a little looking for fruits that he could gather. Then he prepared to go home after it was felt that the fruits he collected were quite a lot.

“I will definitely save money, so that in the next few days I do not need to find food anymore,” he said steadily stepping his feet back to his hut.

On the way home to his hut Jaka still humming ria feel great happiness in him. His mood was good now, there was nothing he needed to think about to find food.

On the way home, Jaka passed several children who gathered playing bamboo games. Jaka felt a bad feeling on that trip. However, Jaka did not heed it in the least. He accelerated his pace faster to get to his hut.

Some of them whispered to each other as Jaka passed the path that led to them.

“Hey, look! Where did he get those fruits?” say someone among them.

“It is possible that someone gave the fruit to him,” said the older child indifferently.

“Or maybe he stole it from someone,” accuse another child.

“We just ask, how? Maybe he did steal it from someone or his garden.” Another child tries to provoke his friends into stopping Jaka's steps.

Jaka almost passed them. Suddenly they quickly surrounded Jaka like he was locking a cat so that he could not escape anywhere.

“Isn't this The Fool, Jaka. What did he bring?”

“What do you guys want?” jaka stepped back.

“Oh, already dare to say to us apparently. Ever since someone helped you yesterday, you've become a little more arrogant and bolder.”

A provoking child came forward suddenly, “Heh, Dungu! Where did you get those fruits? Did you steal it from someone?” ask her to Jaka with a sharp look.

“I got it from the forest,” replied Jaka.

“In the forest? Or did you steal it from someone?”

“I tell you the truth, I'm not lying!”

“Will anyone believe your words, huh!? Friends do you believe his words?”

The other children looked at each other, then laughed loudly.

“You see, where will anyone believe your talk here?”

Jaka knew every word he said no one would believe him in the least. He was about to step away, but the road was closed. He can't move anywhere.

“Do you want to escape again this time? don't expect you to!”