Jaka Umbara; The Wind Warrior

Justice without side 1

Jaka Umbara was still stuck in his place while continuing to hug his mother. The sad feeling he felt made him unable to move his mouth. He was only silent in a sorrow that tormented his heart.

The sound of horse legs coming together was heard in the distance. His voice was getting closer and closer. Jaka who was still fixated did not heed any sound that was heading towards him. There was only one thing on his mind at the time. He no longer had anyone to back him up to dispel his grief.

The sound of the horse's legs was almost approaching, but Jaka did not heed it in the least. “That's him! He killed someone. Get him right away. Bring him before His Majesty the King.”

The cry of a voice so suddenly finally able to eliminate his sadness for a moment, but did not last long.

“You... You killed my mother!”. Jaka rose up with anger. His fist was so strong. His anger had made him lose his mind. He blindly attacked an approaching cavalry with all his might.

Not yet reached the destination, suddenly Jaka's head felt heavy. Dark view. The sounds around him suddenly disappeared. Only a hard punch at his nape could he remember before he completely lost his consciousness.

“Hey, wake up.. fast, wake up!”

Why is it so dark? My body hurts! Jaka's consciousness is beginning to return. He sure heard the voice of someone who was waking him up. He was guessing what really happened to him.Cold air seemed to surround his body. Faint voices began to sound clear. His consciousness has fully recovered.

Jaka opened his eyes slowly. Looking around and finding many people sitting while shouting loudly. Kill her! Just kill! Don't let a murderer wander around our kingdom!

“Finally you wake up too, you rancid boy!” Someone's voice made Jaka aware of his position. He felt. Hand tied. Her clothes are soaked. Plus the current situation was so familiar to him. He tried to remember as much as he could despite making his head feel a little dizzy.

“Hey, boy! today you will not be able to run again! No one will help you this time.”

Jaka ignored him. He just remembered his mother who was gone. He wasn't sure if anyone would care about him after his mother died.

“Baginda King has arrived. Please attendees shut up for a moment and give your respects.”

Everyone present paid their respects. Jaka. Looking at someone who is considered to be the King. Oversized clothes adorned his body. It is possible that he is indeed the King of this kingdom, Jaka thought.

He never once saw the figure of His Majesty who was admired by all the people. He only heard his name from a few people, because indeed he and his mother only lived from a place very far from the royal palace.

His Majesty sits on a specially placed throne. Around him sat several important officials who helped with the royal task. The king began to speak up. “Patih Banaspati, please give an explanation. What is going on today?”

“Please, Your Majesty. I heard today there has been a murder in the royal area. And from witnesses who have reported this incident, they say that this child killed him,” Patih Banaspati reported to His Majesty with great respect.

“Where are the witnesses? I didn't see anyone's stuff?”