Mertolulut: Swordsman Sakti Without a Tanding

Go leave the heart

“Yuk we go,“ said Si Ronggo Bintoro who is thus ready with all his equipment.

“Where else? Here alone, comfortable,“ said Putri.

“We must find a partner,“ says Ronggo.

“So?“

“Hooh..

“Hmmmm, dear well, even though we have been building this strange household for quite a long time,“ said Putri. He felt that his soul was still in that open cave. Indeed, sometimes what is liked, can not always be owned. There must be time to leave it, to throw it away, to get rid of it far from memories. So that other memories can be obtained, along with the time that continues to propagate. Rolling on, which drags on at an age that can't be replayed. To get to the final stop. Where everything can be stopped. Time included. Time together, time to breathe. To go to the next life, which is difficult to understand.

A variety of simple equipment was successfully created and various life events have been successfully achieved, only with the tool tool. Now it must be abandoned. Switching locations. To next make again what is necessary. As long as it's not settled. Early life has not been achieved all. That time also keeps them moving.

“Ya already yuk..“ Finally the princess was willing to leave. This is for the sake of his future that has been cut off and must be recaptured. Perhaps, for a long time, being in isolation, has been able to make his colleagues out there gathered, to re-unite, against the enemy who is now controlling the palace.

“Bring as necessary.“

Ronggo warned.

The princess immediately prepared.

He only brought the important ones.

Others were left behind.

“When are we here again?“ said the Princess, as if reluctant to leave the location of the memories.

“Later, if the situation is safe and all of yours we can recapture,” explained Ronggo. “But we most just play. Can't stay for long anymore. Besides being too quiet, this beautiful place is difficult to survive.“

They keep leaving the place. Return to the direction where their arrival was passed. Hoping, they recalled that long-overdue path.

“That's our river of memories,“ Appoint Princess Cipto Rini. “Where ever only use leaves.“

“You're mocking me, then mah huh!” ronggo said between shame and sebel who grew into one.

“Hehe..“.

They keep walking.

“That's mango, forest rim,“ pointed Putri considering the small conch mango tree and the number is quite a lot but nevertheless sour. Although, if it is cooked and yellowish in color it can taste a little sweet too. Now the number is a little. And most of them took away too. Only some of them fall into decay, and the rest are eaten by other forest animals that are able to eat the fruit. It could be that bats, or squirrels, also occasionally eat the fruit, to survive. While their main food has not been obtained.

“You take again?”

“Ogah wry...“

The mountain must also be abandoned. So called, because the mountain, the highest place and can be seen from far away, so if you want to go home the mountain is the easiest to remember.

Next pass through the yellow fruit tree, yellow teeth. Recollecting the sweet round fruit but can turn the teeth yellow due to eating the wild fruit, until clean again if rubbed his teeth with a miwak.

Terrible fruit, before being made tasteless by changing it to other forms.

They continued walking, breaking through the forest that finally came out at one end, where to explore it before they have memorized and ended and continue to move through the dense jungle to get and find a life back where fellow soldiers must be sought.

“Eh... There is Lutung,“ said Putri.

“Mana?“

“It's on a tree.“

He is excited about his favorite. Ride to the top. Climbing branches. Also leaping happily from one branch to another. His wild life carried strange shapes on his hands and feet. So that the four hands can function between the hands and feet. The legs can also hold firmly like hands. While his hands become feet when stepping. He can walk on all four legs.

“Catch us sate.“

Arrows prepared. Overheated. Drawn on his bow. Carefully targeted. Then it was taken down again.

“Please but,“ they said. “His face is similar.“

“Iya well.“

The lutung was just silent, staring at the two and his mouth was strange, to continue chewing on something. He is not afraid of both. Perhaps you have met another strange creature before. And so far they did not find any problems, until it can survive until now, and still can play with the rest on the branches of the tree.

“That little one came here,“ said Putri. “Funny..“.

The lutung slowly descended from the branch on which it stood. Then approached the two, with a strange look, as if a foreign object. It seems that so far he has never met a human. So that he does not suspect a thing. In case the eater of all that will catch him to eat until the last bloodstain points.

“His funny he's soft.“

Caught slowly, then carried and stroked fine black feathers filled his entire body, so that he felt warm, while his long tail was wagged to look for another caress.

“Be careful, claw you later, then it will make a wound.“

Like other wild animals, if disturbed by its existence he does not hesitate to use his strong nails to scratch so that people will be injured or sharp teeth to bite.

“Not really,“ said Putri. Seriously watched. In reality the little beast was just silent, even sticking its head in the sling of the Princess.

“Funny, we keep yuk..“ said Princess again. As if not afraid of a primate animal that is very similar. And want to be friends. So that in the cave later he is not alone if again left to go the Ronggo while making a living, hunting, gathering, or looking for firewood in the forest.

“Eh... the parent comes.“

From the top of the tree branch that was seen earlier, something black and large, almost as big as a human, approached him, descended slowly, finding them. And with four strong hands he also walked the tree step by step.

“Wah. Thought we want to do bad actions to his son, so he prejudiced so,“ said Putri. The lutung took his son from the hands of an unknown person. With an unpleasant face.

Though both of them just wanted to shoot, but not so. The mother brought the langur back up on a high branch and could not be reached by the humans, except by archery from a distance, and if hit it will fall, it will fall over, whimpering, covered in blood, next manyun.

While carrying a small langur with his left hand he jumped and lost behind the dense forest leaves and did not appear again.