Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Bloody Bride Bag. 3

The moonlight in the silence of the night that envelops nature looks so beautiful and invites a million charms. But alas, the moon that shines full of it can no longer invite the interest of the villagers to enjoy it They have departed and anchored in the dreamland, which has been, except for a handsome young man who stood staring out from the window of his inn room that was wide open.

With his eyes shining brightly, the young man looked at the face of the moon that was emitting a golden radiance. Occasionally there was a sigh of his breath that sounded long and heavy

"Since you stood there. Is something bothering you, Kakang?" the soft Pandan Fragrant voice broke the silence of the inn room.

The young man turned his back to the window, a smile playing on his bibimya. His eyes looked at Pandan Wangi who was lying on the bed. The long, beautifully unraveled dense black hair adds to the charm that the girl has. Pandan Wangi returned the smile, and his eyes revealed warmth. The togetherness that always goes through, makes the girl no longer feel embarrassed and clumsy together in the room with a handsome young man who is not Iain is Rangga. He felt he had no more distance from the man. He also would not refuse if Rangga smelled it. Yet every time the feeling churned and teased in his chest every time it was anyway he had to swallow his disappointment. Rangga did not seem to have the slightest desire to do so.

Pandan Wangi moved his body. The trembling body movements made Rangga's heart beat fast. Pandan Fragrance like deliberately lying on his side, until the curve of his hips so beautiful to the eyes. Like on purpose, the girl let the hemisphere of the shirt on her chest slightly open. Her bloated breasts peering outward invite passion.

"If you are sleepy, just sleep," said Rangga trying to shift his feelings.

"You're not sleeping, Kakang?" soft voice Pandan Fragrant

"No," Rangga replied.

The Milky Way warrior turned his body, looking back outside.

"Since it was back this afternoon, you seem to have changed. I'm sure there's something you're thinking about" Pandan Wangi said in an inching. He sat hugging his knees at the edge of the bed.

"You sure?" asked Rangga while turning his body back

"Do I have to guess?"

Rangga shrugged his shoulders, and turned his body back to the window. Both hands were resting on the open wooden window. What was implied in his heart was to acknowledge the truth of Pandan Wangi's conjecture.

The events experienced by Ki Sukirah are still unfolding and looming in his heart, not to mention the attitude of his daughter who is ketus and like not considering what he has done for his father.

And all that disturbed his mind, was noticed right by Pandan Wangi. The girl had sharp instincts and feelings. Togetherness has produced such feelings between them.

"I heard earlier that there were some people looking for you, They didn't mention your name, but from the features they said, I'm sure, it's Kakang they've been looking for!" the Pandan Wangi.

"How many people?" tanya Rangga continued to look out through the window.

"There are also about ten people."

The girl got up and approached Rangga. He was standing next to the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. His gaze also turned to the outside covered in moonlight that seemed to start dimming. Silence, no one is out there. Only a small lamp seemed to twinkle from the houses around this inn.

The silence of the night was suddenly broken by the sound of the footsteps of horses. And where Rangga and Pandan Wangi stand, clearly visible a group of horsemen like controlling and supervising the situation around him.

The cavalry stopped right in front of the inn. Seen by the two young warriors, one of them jumped down from the back of his horse. The red-clothed old man stepped into the inn. While the others waited on the back of their horses. For a few moments the atmosphere outside the inn was silent. Rangga continued to pay attention to him until the man went outside again accompanied by the innkeeper.

"Come, we're back. The demon child is not here!" said the old man in red who was none other than Demung Pari. "Remember, Ki Parung. If you see the person I mentioned, you can tell me, okay?!"

"Hamba will definitely report it, Gusti," said Ki Parung, the owner of the inn.

Demung Pari jumped lightly on his horse's back. The group of ten people immediately piled up his horse leaving Ki Parung who was still standing looking at their departure.

"They're looking for you, Kakang," said Pandan Wangi who has since paid attention.

"Hm..," Rangga only muttered shortly.

In the dimness of the moonlight, Rangga could still recognize that one of them was the one who had clashed with him, after failing to persecute Ki Sukirah. Rangga frowned. Judging from his clothes, they were like royal soldiers.

Are they royal people? Which kingdom? This village is nothing more than a duchy.

"There must be a problem, to look for you," said Pandan Wangi half muttered.

"Indeed..," said Rangga.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Rangga again smiled, a smile that showed temptation. As if giving a puzzle that must be guessed by Pandan Wangi himself. He turned around and stepped closer to the bed. With a long sigh, the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti lay his body in a bed that is based on a pink cloth.

"Tomorrow I tell you, now I want to sleep," said Rangga, closing his eyes.

"Hehhhh..," Pandan Wangi raised his shoulders. He immediately stepped closer to the bed.

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Meanwhile at the house of Ki Sukirah, the rain of tears sounded heartbreaking. Wulan was crying on her bed, and Nyi Sukirah was sitting on the edge of the bed. People who so loved and became the focus of their lives, dragged forcibly by the people of Wira Perakin.

Ki Sukirah is helpless. He tried to defy what Kebo Rimang had done that told him to face Wira Perakin, and as a result, the old man's body was unceasingly receiving punches and kicks.

"That's all because of me." Wulan groaned on the sidelines of her cries.

"That's it, Wulan," Nyi Sukirah sobbed. "You're right, we're little people. But we have our pride. Mother herself is actually not willing if you accept Gusti Wira Perakin's proposal."

"But, Mum.... Dad..," Wulan's voice stuck in her throat.

"Your father was a knight man. He died to defend the honor of his family. We should pray that your father is safe" said Nyi Sukirah.

"Mom.." Wulan got up and hugged her mother. Back her tears broke in her mother's arms.

Nyi Sukirah let her daughter cry. While Nyi Sukirah's tears were dry already, nothing else could flow soaking down her cheeks. The life experience and long suffering she had gone through with her husband, made her unable to cry for too long!

Slowly Wulan let go of her embrace. She shrunk her tears with the end of her shirt. His eyes were reddened, staring straight at the eyeballs of the old woman who had given birth and enlarged them. No more sobs from her lips. His mother's fortitude seemed to realize that fate need not be mourned, but must be changed with all his might with his own abilities!

"Dry your tears, Wulan. Refresh your heart to accept the trials of life. I am sure, Almighty God will help His Weak People" said Nyi Sukirah slowly. His lips were pale wrinkles, revealing a trembling smile.

"I'm sorry Wulan, Mom," said Wulan.

"Here you go, sooner or later Wira Perakin will definitely take you too."

"No! More balk I died than to be the old wife of Wangka Perakin," exasperated Wulan.

"That's not the best way, Wulan. Whatever your reason for such a desperate act will obviously not be relieved by the person you left behind."

"Then, what am I supposed to do, ma'am?"

"Come, Wulan. Perhaps the best surrender to the power of God."

"I'll fight them, ma'am," Wulan's tone of voice was firm.

"In what way?" ask Nyi Sukirah.

Wulan fell silent. He himself did not know what he was doing. She was well aware of who she was, a hill girl who had no strength and no magic. Nyi Sukirah was silent. He understood it right that his son's words came out of his heart that was upset.

Wulan got up from the bed. He stepped closer to the partially open window. His hand pushed the shutters open wider. Both of her eyes looked straight at the night goddess who was full of light emitting a beautiful golden light. But in Wulan's eyes, the moonlight was so dim, as if to mourn the fate that befell him.

"Kang Dimas..," Wulan sighed softly.

The girl remembered a name. Yeah.., only on Dimas can he complain. Only in the young man he loved could he take refuge. Dimas is the only hope Wulan will be able to overcome the crisis that is now happening to him.

"Mom..," call Wulan and turn around.

Nyi Sukirah looked at her daughter's face which was now beginning to shine and there was a light of hope. He was already steady with his heart words that just suddenly appeared as soon as Dimas' name shook on his tongue.

"What's wrong?" ask Nyi Sukirah gently.

"Where is Kang Dimas?" Wulan was like asking herself.

"Why are you asking that?" Nyi Sukirah asked not to understand. But the woman's heart could feel where her son said.

"I want to find her, Mom," said Wulan.

"Wulan..," Nyi Sukirah shook her head. Her maternal instinct was so touched by her son's determination that it appeared suddenly.

The relationship between Wulan and Dimas is no secret. Everybody knows that. Also they know Dimas's dark life history. Her only surviving substitute sister, a dead mother, was murdered after being raped in turns by five men. No one saw it, except Dimas himself.

Since the fateful event that befell his only sister, Dimas then disappeared from this village. And when people have forgotten the events of fifteen years ago, Dimas reappeared. He came to Ki Sukirah and his family, the family that gave him life, even if it was just for a bite of rice.

Ki Sukirah decades ago is indeed a fairly located and respected person in his village. But the fate of his life was really like a spinning wheel. Tragic fate befell him, he fell into poverty after his property was seized by Wira Perakin and his people. He has no power to fight. His house is now used as the residence of Wira Perakin, and forced Ki Sukirah and his family to occupy the reot hut that used to be occupied by Dimas and his older sister.

Given the incident, Nyi Sukirah's heart again felt crumpled. He wanted to do what his son wanted him to do, to die leaving a world so cruel to him. And it was indeed the fault of her husband, Ki Sukirah lost gambling with Wira Perakin, continued to lose and lose, until poverty now faithfully accompanied his life. And now the violence is ready to pounce on them, the evil of Wira Perakin for the rejection of his proposal on Wulan...

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Throughout the late night until the early hours of the morning, not a single moment Wulan could close his eyes. As if there was strength and drive stirring his heart, his mind was filled with the shadow of Dimas, his beloved. Yes, the strength and drive to escape the reality she will soon face, becoming the wife of Wira Perakin.

Just when heard by his ears the sound of a cock crowing, Wulan crawled down from the bed. While he sat on the edge of the bed, he then stepped down near the wooden cabinet. Slowly Wulan opened her wardrobe, then pulled out a few pieces of clothing, and wrapped them in cloth. His heart was already unanimous, he had to abandon his homeland, leaving behind his two dearly loved parents!

Slowly Wulan stepped out of his room. A bundle of clothes and a bit of provisions slung on his shoulder. He kept walking and stopped in front of his mother's room. Wulan was momentarily glued in front of the door of the room.

"I'm sorry Wulan, ma'am. Forced Wulan to leave Mom, "he whispered slowly.

The girl put her hand on the door leaf, then she turned around and stepped outside. The cold air shrouded in mist greeted the slender girl's body, as soon as her feet imprinted on the ground outside the house. With her unanimity, Wulan walked quickly away from her home.

For a moment he stopped and looked back, then continued to run towards the North, which direction his lover had gone. He left her to avenge her brother's death.

The darkness of the night still enveloped the surroundings. The sun has not yet appeared. Wulan stepped slowly as soon as she reached the edge of the forest that was facing in front. His feet trembled as he stepped into the dense forest and was shrouded in thick fog.

"Hmr...!"

"Akh...!" Wulan was suffocating when suddenly a loud growling sound was heard. The girl stood up. His two eyes widened through the darkness of the night this blind morning. His entire body was trembling in sweat. The growling sound grew louder and clearer, as if so close to him.

"Oh!" Wulan grew increasingly frightened once from the undergrowth a pair of shining eyeballs moved forward towards her.

The longer it becomes more visible. Those two shining eyeballs turned out to be a pair of eyes of a huge tiger! The ferocious beast growled several times, making Wulan even more limp in trembling. The tiger was languishing, but his pair of eyeballs were still staring at Wulan who was growing limp in fear.

Wulan steeled her heart to step back, but the king of the forest growled up to see his would-be prey move. Again the girl stifled. Both of his knees felt weak and could not be moved. Cold sweat washed over his body. Wulan was ready for what happened to her.

"Youmm...!" The tiger roars horribly.

"Tolooong...!" wulan screams shrill. "Tolooong..," Wulan felt his entire body let out a cold sweat. He was really scared to see the tiger walking up to him. Then...

The savage beast actually jumped towards Wulan who was already extremely frightened! The girl fell limp before the king of the jungle reached her body...

Bugs!

A new as big as a baby's head hit the tiger's head, just as its claws nearly tore through the skin of Wulan's body lying unconscious! The king of the jungle growled for a moment, then his body was lined to the side, and as quickly as lightning a white shadow flashed across Wulan's body.

"Hmr...!" The tiger growled loudly.

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