Mertolulut: Swordsman Sakti Without a Tanding

Gubug

Not far from the increasingly difficult journey, there are already difficulties that this time block them.

“Well rain.“

They complain.

“What I said, it's hard right?“

The confusion increases.

They only hold their heads with two hands.

And it does not reduce the wet that continues to flutter.

Fortunately, in the distance, there was a huddle. It seemed to belong to the farmer who was working on the rice fields in the middle of the silence of the area.

“Come there.“

They approached the place. While running around a little in reaching him. In the middle of the rice field residents saw an open gubug that was so beautiful to miss. Looks like the place was just to stop by if it happens to be bad weather like it is today. Or to take a break at lunch and unwind.

“Lumayan... This time there is room to be shelter.“

A little bit grateful for what this time felt. The journey was exhausting from last night, apparently not enough to stop it. There is still something else to feel.

“Ya is here. Near why. Cold right?“ said Ronggo invites his daughter's master not to be far apart.

“E wet and hungry.“ The princess complained while holding her stomach.

Si Ronggo Merto Lulut's son immediately opened the bundle where the provision. Take out all the contents. And given to Princess Cipto Rini.

The princess ate greedily the remnants of hunted meat and fish that is not much.

“But I'll be on again,“ said Ronggo seeing that Princess doesn't look so full. Moreover, eating meat that is cold, certainly less comfortable in the stomach.

“Agot subsided indeed,“ said Putri.

“This is it,“ said Ronggo. He moved away from the hiding place. He looked at me for a moment. He really left that shelter.

The princess remained silent. The more his heart was silent. Everyone really left him now. Without friends, relatives and more. Even people who are likely to be paired with him by his parents, in order to continue the generation, are also not on the side. He is still cool in his country, Pataruman. Who may not know that his country has fallen into the hands of others. The one who accompanied him was now only the constrictor, his guard.

Soon Ronggo returned.

“Can what?“ ask Princess. Looked at that person who came with earnestness. To bring something also fills the silence that envelops it.

“Raw banana,“ said Ronggo while putting what he shouldered. There are very heavy bananas. He can be taken by the rice field not far from there. This is all that was found. Raw banana.

“What does a raw banana make?“

“Taken lah.“

“Live?“

“Can. But less tasty, even hard and gummy,“ explains Ronggo Bintoro. “In advance, this banana is burned in a burning fire. When it matures, its violence will weaken. His rubber is also gone. Then we can eat it. “

Next Ronggo tries to make a bonfire. Make banana burn and warm the atmosphere. It hard. Moreover, all wet by the rainwater that until now has not completely stopped. There is still a sweet drizzle, which continues to flutter.

The wood he burned was taken around the hut. Not how far. Sometimes even remove the damaged part of the cottage. It seems that the log cabin is already a lot of fragile ones. Until it looks dry. And can be used. Although it is very difficult, but it has long been a fire as well.

After the fire had grown, a piece of banana was inserted. By putting it slowly. And throw away the really bad parts. Banana stems are elongated, also bananas are too small. And it looks like there's nothing in it. Just banana peel and tip.

While waiting for him, they warmed themselves around the fire. After a long time and the body has also been hot. After a long time in the fire, the banana was lifted slowly. The outside of the banana was lit, even black, charred.

Slowly taken with wood. While blown, in the open contents. Then it was eaten slowly, one by one, for a long time a banana was running out.

“Lumayan lah,“ said Ronggo who is satisfied with what it produces, now began to fill the stomach.

“Not good!“ said the Princess while spending what is left.

Si Ronggo was silent, long trying to get closer. The princess slightly shifted, clapping on the narrow space that was getting narrower. But the rain prevented him, to go further.