Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Asmara Death Bag. 7

Sweat pouring profusely soaks the face and body of Pantula. But the young man continued to dig a tomb tirelessly. While the sun was shining, just above the head. Not a bit of Pantula ignored the intense sunburn. He kept digging the grave.

"Hey...!"

Pantula instantly stopped digging when he heard one loud snatch. He raised his head that was soaked in sweat. Sarman, Pandan Wangi and Kajar were standing not far from him. Sarman bought wide to see the grave that is very familiar to him has been uncovered almost half.

"Signor...! What are you doing in my mom's grave?" the loud voice of Sarman restrained the anger.

Pantula jumped up. For a moment he looked at Sarman, then his eyes moved to look at the grave hole that had been dug deep enough. He could hardly believe his hearing. His eyes turned to look at a tombstone inscribed with a line of names. Nah! He did not choose this tomb wrong. But....

"Bidabh! Your beast, Pantula!" sarman's wrath evaporates his anger. "Don...!"

Pantula can no longer do much. Sarman had already jumped fast and directly attacked him fiercely. Forced the young man berkelit jumping to avoid the attacks of Sarman in a row and fierce. But it is clear that Pantula hesitated to serve Sarman who was swept away by anger to see his mother's grave ruffled.

"Stop!" suddenly a sound was heard.

A blue shadow flashed swiftly into the middle of that fight.

Duk, duk...!

Pantula and Sarman bounced a few steps back. Pandan Wangi was standing in the middle with his arms outstretched wide. Pantula and Sarman grimaced with tightness in his chest, having forgotten the swordsman's hand the Death Fan.

"Surge, Pandan! Let me finish off this fucking beast!" sarman is angry.

Pandan Wangi did not care about Sarman's warning. He turned to face Pantula. For a while the girl observed the dirty face and body sweating on the red ground. Pantula also returned that stare sharply.

"Why did you break that navel?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"I just want to prove, whether it really is a tomb or not" Pantula said as she glanced at Sarman.

"You're just looking for excuses, Pantula. It's my mother's grave!" sergeant Sarman riled.

Pantula looked meaningfully and questioningly at Sarman. His view then changed, from the tomb that had been revealed to Sarman alternately. Looks like he wants to make sure it's really Sarman's mother's grave. But.... No way, he didn't hear wrong. His father said that this was the grave of his mother who had died while giving birth to him first.

"Sir, do you know whose tomb it is?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"Obviously I know!" sahut Pantula's.

"Why did you dismantle it?"

"I told you, if you just want to prove that the tomb is true or just a piece of soil given a tombstone!" the answer to Pantula.

Pandan Wangi so frowned too. He had already guessed that something was wrong between Pantula and Sarman, as well as this tomb.

"Sir, why are you so sure that this tomb is just a fake?" tanya Pandan Wangi trying to be a fair mediator.

"I can't believe my mother died giving birth to me. Ki Japalu who I have known all this time as my father said that in this tomb my mother rested," said Pantula frankly.

"Looks!" sentak Sarman is angry. "You want to try and find something with me, heh!"

"Stranquil, Sarman!" snapped Pandan Wangi annoyed at the attitude of Sarman who is difficult to control himself.

"Oh!" Sarman snorted in annoyance.

"Since I was born, I have never known my mother's face. And since I was five years old, Dad sent me to Padepokan Wulung. Not long ago I was back in Watu Ampar Village. Frankly, I actually dislike the attitude and actions of Father and Uncle Sampar Bayu, and I can't believe it when they say my mother died and was buried here" Pantula explained at length.

"You haven't visited your mother's grave since you were a child?" tanya Pandan Wangi is increasingly convinced of the irregularities.

"No, and I never asked you why Mom died and where is her grave? Dad always dodged me when I was talking about Mom" Pantula admitted.

"Don't believe her words, Pandan! He's a snake" Sarman said.

Pandan Wangi looked at Sarman sharply. Somewhat arrogant also the girl with the attitude of Sarman who quickly angry. Very much different from the character of his father who is wise and patient in dealing with things.

"I was about thirteen years old when Mom was buried here, obviously I saw," Sarman said.

"You didn't see your mother's body, did you?" search Pandan Wangi.

"Where do you know...?" Sarman surprised.

"Your own father" said Pandan Wangi. "Almost all of the villagers of Watu Ampar also never knew about the passing of your mother. Your mother's death is a mystery that has not been solved until now. "

Sarman immediately shut up. The words of Pandan Wangi have a point. He himself did not know how his mother died, nor did he see her body again. All he knew was that many people were delivering all the way to this grave, and a body wrapped in white cloth was put into a hole, then filled with earth. That's all Sarman knows. His father never said much about his mother's death.

Since then Ki Dandung resigned as Village Chief Watu Ampar, and his position was immediately replaced by Ki Japalu who raised himself as the village head with the approval of Ki Dandung. And since then also life in Watu Ampar Village changed drastically. Tribulations and doom alternated endlessly. Especially after the appearance of an old figure who is very feared to help Ki Japalu in controlling Watu Ampar Village. That old figure is Ki Sampar Bayu.

"Well, Sarman. Do you want to know, who buried here your mother or not?" Pandan Wangi offers a choice.

Sarman did not immediately answer. It would appear from the look on his face that he was hesitant to make that choice. His eyeballs revolved between Pandan Wangi, Pantula and a grave that had been hollow deep enough. Just a little more, it must have been able to see the contents of this tomb.

"Well, you can continue the work, Pantula. But if it turns out that my mother buried her, you must die in my hands!" sarman threatened.

Without wasting any more time, Pantula immediately jumped into that grave pit. He just dug a grave that was already a little more could be seen inside. While Sarman watched with empty eyes and a roaring chest.

The pantula looked up as its hoe hit the wooden wall. Pandan Wangi looked at Sarman who was raising his head up. Slowly Pantula began to open the boards covering the bottom of this grave. One by one he lifted the board. A body wrapped in a dirty white cloth was seen at the bottom of the tomb.

A sigh and screech rang out as Pantula opened the cloth that enveloped the shape of the body. Sarman immediately closed his eyes with his head turned upwards. Pantula jumps up again. Slowly Sarman's body collapsed to his knees on the edge of the hollow grave.

"Oh.., nooo...!" sarman groaned while hitting the red earth of the former excavation.

Pandan Wangi took a deep breath. He looked at Sarman and Pantula in turn. The two young men just looked down with faces difficult to describe. How not...? The shape of the body wrapped in a shroud was only a lump of banana clump. There's no body there....

"No, oh...! Mother.." groaned Sarman like a boy left his mother.

No one else can make a sound. While Pandan Wangi swung his steps closer to Kajar who just stood a bit far below the frangipani tree. While two young men remained kneeling at the edge of the grave. The atmosphere of the haru covers around the cemetery. At that moment there was the sound of horse footsteps from a distance.

"Sister! That's him borrowing our horses!" kajar exclaimed loudly while pointing towards the fast-moving black horseman passing towards the West.

"Rangga..," hissed Pandan Wangi so familiar with the rider of the dark horse.

As fast as lightning Pandan Wangi bounces chasing the black horse rider who believes is Rangga. "The back...!"

Sarman and Pantula who were being overwhelmed by turmoil, were surprised to see such a rapid turn of events. They immediately turned their heads towards Pandan Wangi who was running fast after the dark horse. While Kajar shouted while running.

Pandan Wangi exerts the science of running fast as much as possible. But after all, the dark horse that the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti rode was even faster. The black horse is racing like flying like, difficult to pursue despite using the science of running fast.

Pandan Wangi stopped his running. His breath was wheezing at the back of the black horseman who was getting further away from him. A moment later, the shadow of the dark horse was no longer visible. Vanished by the dense Mayit Double Forest.

"Sister...! Brother Pandan...!" kajar shouted calling with a hoarse voice.

Pandan Wangi turned his head, appearing Kajar held by Sarman who ran fast. They were next to Pandan Wangi. They all looked towards the Western Mayit Dual Forest.

"He told me I wasn't Ki Japalu's son" Pantula said muttering.

Sarman looked at Pantula who was standing next to him. Pandan Wangi did not care, he still looked towards the Double Forest of Mayit in the West. His mind was still filled with the appearance of Rangga. His longing for the young swordsman was already unstoppable.

"Ki Japalu still recognizes me as his son, even though I continue to endure asking him to be frank," continued Pantula.

"And he showed the grave to be your mother's grave?" guess Sarman.

"Yes, and I just don't want to believe it. I have to prove it with my own eyes."

"Relid made! If the grave is in it, what?" grunts Sarman. Sarman's face immediately changed once he thought back to the tomb containing the banana clump. Ten more years she always believed that her mother was dead, and that was her navel. But now....

"I have to ask Dad this! Gotta...!" sarman is a bit restrained.

Sarman immediately jumped out of the place, heading back to Watu Ampar Village. While Pandan Wangi still stood still, not caring. The girl only regained consciousness when her hand was pulled by Kajar.

"Oh...!"

"They...? Who the hell are they?" ask Pandan Fragrance like a dream.

"The Back of Sarman and Kakang Pantula."

"W...!"

Pandan Wangi just realized full of what had just happened. But the worry hit him again. For a moment the girl was weighing, then she quickly pulled Kajar's hand, and brought him back to Watu Ampar Village.

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"Dad...!" sarman exclaimed as soon as he barged into his house behind the tavern.

Ki Dandung who was preparing drinks for guests at his shop turned his head. He was surprised to see Sarman and Pantula coming together. Behind them are Pandan Wangi and Kajar. Pandan Wangi told Kajar to replace Ki Dandung's duties, then he brought the old man who owned the tavern to sit on a chair. Sarman and Pantula stood behind the door.

"I already know what you're gonna demand of me. Indeed all this must happen, and I have long predicted it," Ki Dandung said slowly.

"Where's Mom?" ask Sarman directly.

"Sir, where's your father?" Ki Dandung did not care about his son's question.

Pantula just shakes. He doesn't know where his father is now. What is certain is not in his house, because Ki Japalu immediately left after telling about his mother. And the story of Ki Japalu is still confusing Pantula until now, especially after knowing that the grave was only filled with banana clumps.

"You should go to Mount Kanjaran immediately" said Ki Dandung.

"What are you going to do there?" pantula did not understand.

"Your mother is there." Sarman and Pantula were shocked. They look at each other. Did they not hear wrong? While Pandan Wangi looked at the faces of the two handsome young men. Only then did he realize that their faces were very similar.

"I..., I don't understand what you mean, Ki?" pantula stuttered.

"Dad..," Sarman's voice stuck in the throat.

"You're actually one mother's brother.." Ki Dandung said disconnected.

A moment of silence swept through the room. All waiting impatiently continued Ki Dandung's words. While the old man seemed heavy to get his words out. His pair of eyeballs were glazed.

"When I was young,." Ki Dandung started his story. "I live in a pade. One of my fellow students is Japalu. Between us there was a lot of strife, and it kept getting more and more tense as we both loved one of our teacher's only daughters...."

"Forward, Father," asked Sarman impatiently.

"Our teachers knew that, and made a very tough decision, but Japalu liked it very much. We have to compete, who wins, can get his daughter and stay in the city. While the loser must immediately leave the paddle," continued Ki Dandung.

"Continue?"

"I was forced to serve Japalu with a depressed heart. But apparently he meant it, even a few times almost killed me. Master knew that and ordered me to fight. I was forced to comply when my stomach was torn apart by Japalu's underhanded attack. I don't know anymore, how to defeat Japalu who at that time had the same level of intelligence as me."

Ki Dandung stopped breathing. He drank a cup of wine that Pandan Wangi took.

"His revenge continues to carry over in Japalu's heart. And that he did after successfully finding his younger brother, Ki Sampar Bayu who had experienced unfortunate transverse in the fierce jungle of friendship. At that time I had become the Village Chief Watu Ampar at the request of the entire population, because I managed to destroy the old village chief's killer and free the population from the suffering of the wild hordes...," back Ki Dandung stopped his story.

"Enough, Ki. Don't go on," stop Pantula.

Sarman stared at Pantula sharply. "I can guess the continuation, Ki. Just one question, who is my father?" Pantula did not care about Sarman's sharp gaze.

"Ki Japalu" Ki Dandung said.

"No..," sizzled Pantula in disbelief.

"I was forced to cover up my disgrace by saying my wife had fallen in the shower. Though in fact he was kidnapped by Japalu and hidden in Mount Kanjaran," said Ki Dandung.

"Dad knows all that, why shut up?" Sarman.

"I love your mother very much, Sarman. Especially after Japalu desecrated him, and he no longer wants to see me. The actions of Japalu who desecrated her to become pregnant and gave birth to a boy, made her feel depressed and embarrassed to meet anyone. Your mother is a holy woman, my son. That's why I don't want her name to be so badly tainted and to make a fake grave in your mother's name so that all the villagers don't know the truth."

"Don't Japalu...!" furious Sarman.

"Sarman...!" ki Dandung exclaimed when suddenly Sarman turned around and ran quickly outside.

Pantula could do nothing. His mind was tormented with all that had happened to him and his parents. He doesn't know anymore, what to do. There was resentment in his heart with his father's behavior, but he also loved the old man who had cared for and educated him, even though he had lived in a church since childhood. Pantula could understand his point, of course, so that he became a tough and highly-scientific young man.

"You have to stop your brother, Pantula. He's your father anyway, and Sarman can't kill him!" ki Dandung.

Pantula hesitated for a moment, then she turned around and stepped outside. While Pandan Wangi was still glued to stand not far beside Ki Dandung. The girl was also confused. Indeed, according to him, the fault is on Ki Japalu's side, but his business is very personal, it feels sad if he interferes in this business.

"Why don't you come with them?" tanya Ki Dandung saw Pandan Wangi was still here.

"For what? I am an outsider who has no right to interfere in this family matter" said Pandan Wangi.

"Aren't you looking for your girlfriend?"

Pandan Wangi looked straight at Ki Dandung. He had indeed told everything he had experienced and his goal was to find the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti, but never admitted that Rangga was his lover.

"I can feel the tone of your voice, and the light of your eyes full of longing. Go with them, I believe Pendekar Rajawali Sakti is on Mount Kanjaran. He promised to bring my wife back here, even though I never expected her to come back" Ki Dandung said.

"So, this whole time here?" tanya Pandan Wangi wants to make sure.

"Yes, but he comes and goes like the wind. Just to meet me briefly once in a while. He knew a lot about this matter, and wanted to resuscitate Ki Japalu if he could."

"Why didn't Ki Dandung tell me?"

"I just knew his name."

"So...?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Pandan Wangi was stunned for a moment. So what he saw in the grave was indeed Pendekar Rajawali Sakti. But, why was he heading towards the West of the Mayit Dual Forest? Is.... Pandan Wangi jerked. From the West of the Double Forest Mayit can indeed more quickly reach Mount Kanjaran. The road is difficult, but not too difficult for a warrior like Rangga.

"I'm going first, Ki. Titip Kajar," said Pandan Wangi. "Yes. Hopefully you can regroup."

"Thank you, Ki."

"Don't worry about the Dawn. He'll be happy to be here."

Pandan Wangi smiled and hurried to leave the old man the former village chief of the tavern owner. Pandan Wangi deliberately chose the back road so as not to be seen by Kajar who was in the front store of this house. While Ki Dandung was still sitting in his chair with a gloomy and agitated face.

The old eye looked straight at the sword hanging on the wall. Slowly he got up and walked over to the sword. His outstretched hand grabbed the black gloved sword with a stalk made of a golden layer of jasmine flowers at the end.

"Ki Sampar Bayu.., no one can defeat him without this golden sword," muttered Ki Dandung.

Ki Dandung put the sword on his waist. For a moment he stood looking out. After steadying his heart, then his feet swung firmly out of the room. Ki Dandung stopped stepping when Kajar appeared. The boy looked at me with astonished eyes. Never had he seen Ki Dandung wielding a sword at the waist.

"Kajar, please take care of my shop. Serve every guest who comes well" said Ki Dandung.

"Where are you going?" ask plain kajar.

"There's business I need to finish. Already, I'm going first."

Ki Dandung hurried to the side of the house. A short while later, he led a horse back. Kajar was still standing looking at her with his head filled with question marks.

"Ki...!"

Ki Dandung is no longer listening. He immediately climbed onto the back of his horse, and quickly charged the horse to run fast. The steaming dust swept away the swift footsteps of the horse. Kajar was still standing looking at the departure of the old man.

"What the hell is it...?" plain sigh.

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