Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Asmara Death Bag. 5

The sky looks cloudy tonight. The wind blew fiercely sprinkling cold air biting the skin. Dots of water began to fall on the earth. It is certain that rain will soon fall soaking the dry earth after a long period of drought.

On this pitch-black night, three body figures dressed in all-black clothes flashed closer to the small hut in the middle of the Double Mayit Forest. Only a small lamp illuminated the cottage. Seen in the open doorway, sat an eleven-year-old boy. His round eyes were watery, staring blankly at the mound of earth beneath the frangipani tree.

"Mr..," he groaned in the night wind.

The boy who was none other than Kajar did not know that there were three body figures approaching him from the right and left sides. Her tiny little lips continuously let out a groaning sound reminiscent of Nek Ringgih who died miserably this afternoon.

"Akh!" Kajar screamed in shock as he felt something cold clinging to his neck.

Slowly the boy looked over. His eyes immediately bought to see Ki Japalu and Pantula were on his right side. A sharp sword stuck to his neck from Pantula's hand. Not to lose his shock, suddenly his hands were snatched from behind.

Kajar was shocked to death, he tried to rebel, but the tip of Pantula's sword instead slammed into his neck. Forced Kajar to be silent without twitching. Ki Sampar Bayu who curled up the little boy tightly bound his hands with mine. Kajar was raised to his feet, and pushed down into the courtyard of the cottage.

"Burn this house, let it all disappear!" ki Japalu's Order.

Pantula took a lamp hanging in the middle of the front room of the cottage. The lamp he slammed into the floor with a plank. A huge blaze instantly devoured the wooden hut.

"Cruel! You're ruthless...!" yelled Kajar trying to get up.

"Damn!" Ki Sampar Bayu pressed the body of the boy with his feet.

Kajar grimaced in pain. His chest felt tight pressed firmly by Ki Sampar Bayu. Hate, resentment and anger were overflowing in his chest. But he can't do anything. The people who exist are not just anyone. They have a fairly high level of intelligence. While Kajar.., just learned the basics.

While the fire continued to devour the log cabin mercilessly. Without realizing it, tears were dripping down those plump red cheeks. Kajar could no longer watch his hut burn in a few moments. Since the baby she's been living here with her grandmother, and now the cabin is on fire. It destroyed the child's entire soul. Now he is truly a papa, having nothing in this world.

"Bring this kid!" ki Japalu's Order.

The pantula immediately lifts the body and narrows it in the armpits. Kajar tried to wriggle while screaming, but Pantula's narrowing was very strong, not comparable to Kajar's small and weak stature.

When the three men dressed in black were about to step up, they sounded neighing horses followed by a rapid horse race. The sound of the horse's feet was getting closer. Kajar immediately knew that Pandan Wangi who came with his dark horse.

"Sir Pandan, please...!" jerit Kajar hard.

"Shut up! Huh...!"

Pantula pecked some way of blood on Kajar's body. Instantly, Kajar immediately remained silent. While the sound of horse paws getting clearer is heard close. And some of the huts have collapsed into charcoal. The flames continued to grow and devour the wood of the little cottage.

"Hurry, leave this place!" ki Japalu's Order.

"Let me face him, Kakang," said Ki Sampar Bayu.

"No need! What matters is this child" Ki Japalu said.

The three men in all-black clothes immediately jumped up quickly leaving the place. At that moment, Pandan Wangi appeared with his dark horse.

The warrior girl nicknamed the Death Fan immediately jumped off the back of her horse.

"Teach...!" yell Pandan Wangi calling. There was no word at all, only the sound of sparks burning wood was heard. While the points of rain water have come more and more often. The entire sky was enveloped in thick blackened clouds.

Pandan Wangi ran around the cottage while shouting to call Kajar. But the boy did not say Pandan Wangi was getting anxious. Hesitatingly he entered through the fire-gulfed hut.

"Teach, are you inside?" ask Pandan Fragrant loudly. There is still no lawfulness.

"What can I do. Hiya...!" Pandan Wangi jumped through the hut which was almost devoured by fire. Only a moment short girl nicknamed the Death Fan was inside, a moment later she had appeared again out of the fire. At the same time, the hut collapsed giving rise to rumbling sounds and sparks.

"Kajar..," said Pandan Wangi. "Where are you...!"

Pandan Wangi fell limp on the ground. His eyes glanced at the collapsed hut burning. The fire began to shrink because nothing else could be devoured. While the points of rain are coming more and more often. Black smoke billowed high into the air. A moment later, the rain fell rapidly, along with the fall of a speck of clear water from the corner of Pandan Wangi's eyes.

********************

At that time Ki Japalu, Ki Sampar Bayu and Pantula were already at the edge of the Mayit Double Forest. While Kajar is still unconscious clamped in the armpits of the Pantula. The three men walked quickly out of the forest. They turned the direction after arriving at the border of Watu Ampar Village.

"Stop!" suddenly there was a loud sound.

The three people who brought Kajar immediately stopped. They were surprised to see a handsome young man knowingly already intercepting in front. The young man wearing a white vest with the bird's head sword on his back was standing upright with his hands folded over his chest. He is Rangga the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti.

"Take the boy off, Ki Japalu!" rangga rough snaps.

"God! Whoareyou? How dare you interfere in my business!" grunts Ki Japalu surprised.

"I've been investigating your behavior for a long time, Ki Japalu. You don't have to wonder where I know your name. Let go of the boy!" rangga said calmly.

Ki Japalu and Ki Sampar Bayu gasped in shock. Even more surprised they were as soon as the lightning struck illuminating in a moment. In that lightning light, it was clearly Rangga's appearance. While the rain is still pouring like it is spilling from the sky.

"Pendekar Rajawali Sakti..,.," hiss Ki Sampat Bayu knows the sword on Rangga's back. Ki Sampar Bayu looked at his brother and nephew who were still narrowing Kajar in his armpits. While Rangga still stands upright in the rain shower. For a moment they all fell silent.

"We should just let go of the child, Kakang," said Ki Sampar Bayu slowly.

"Alright, we should avoid clashing with Pendekar Rajawali Sakti" said Ki Japalu.

Ki Japalu took Kajar from his son's hand. He took a few steps forward, then threw Kajar's body just like that onto the waterlogged ground. Rangga remained standing looking sharply. Ki Japalu immediately turned around and stepped away, followed by Ki Sampar Bayu and Pantula.

Rangga rushed to Kajar who was knocked unconscious with several streets of blood tainted. For a moment the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti checked, then released the tootokan in the body of Kajar. Before the boy could come to his full consciousness, Rangga quickly lifted him up and immediately jumped like lightning.

The science of lightening the body owned by the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti is really very perfect. In the pouring rain, he was still able to run fast like the wind. His feet were as if they were not on the ground. Rangga continued to run into Watu Ampar Village. He only stopped running after arriving in front of Ki Dandung's shop.

Rajawali Sakti Swordsman put Kajar in front of the door of Ki Dandung shop that is wide open. At that time Ki Dandung was still sitting waiting for the arrival of Pandan Wangi who promised to bring Kajar tonight as well. The old man was surprised to see the appearance of Rangga bringing Kajar in a semi-conscious state.

"Why him?" ki Dandung asked while taking Kajar's body and bringing him inside. He placed the body of the eleven-year-old boy on a long bench.

"He's okay, just the totokan's marks have not disappeared completely," said Rangga still standing in the doorway.

Ki Dandung looked at the handsome young man he had met, and had also been warned so as not to interfere in the problem in Watu Ampar Village.

"I'm sorry, I didn't follow your advice, Ki," Rangga said.

"Come in" said Ki Dandung.

Ki Dandung checked the state of Kajar's body for a while, then he stepped into the back of the tavern. Not long after, the old man who owned the former headman's tavern appeared again with Sarman, his son. While Sarman looked at Rangga, his attention turned to Kajar who was still half-conscious on the long bench.

"Bring him in, try to be aware quickly," Ki Dandung said.

"Okay, Dad," said Sarman.

Sarman immediately lifted Kajar's body and brought him into the back room of this tavern. While Ki Dandung took a jar of wine and brought it to Rangga's table. Two glasses are also available at the table. Ki Dandung filled the two glasses with sweet wine until full. Soon they both drank without saying anything.

"Why don't you leave this village?" ki Dandung asked after finishing two glasses of sweet wine.

"My heart told me to investigate the situation of Watu Ampar Village" said Rangga.

"What do you know about the state of Watu Ampar Village?" ask Ki Dandung.

"Quite a lot, too, and I'm getting to want to uncover it more clearly. Frankly, the more I know, the more astonished.... A highly respected village chief suddenly resigns just because of the death of his wife. And there appeared a man who appointed himself as the new village chief without any prior election. It's strange..," Rangga just like muttering.

Ki Dandung was silent. Rangga's slow and meek words pitched a sharp innuendo to him. It was clear that Rangga's words were directed at him. Ki Dandung stared intently at the young man sitting in front of him. He raised the glass and gulped the wine up the toilet. His breathing was long and heavy.

"Maybe my presence here doesn't please your heart. Sorry, I just can't see the suffering in front of my eyes." After saying so, Rangga immediately jumped up without getting up first from his seat. Ki Dandung to a jolt of surprise. In just an instant the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti had vanished without seeing his shadow again.

Just now Ki Dandung got up to his feet, the sound of horse legs racing through the rain in the middle of this blind night. Ki Dandung immediately stepped into the door. At that moment, the dark horse that Pandan Wangi was riding on had already stopped at the door. Pandan Wangi jumped off the back of his horse. Just one jump, the girl had already reached the doorstep of the tavern. Her entire clothes were soaked that it mapped out her beautiful and slender body shape. Ki Dandung immediately gave a warm drink to the female swordsman.

"Damn, Ki.., really wretched!" somewhat stuttered the voice of Pandan Wangi.

"Calm down, have a drink first" Ki Dandung calmed down.

Pandan Wangi received a glass containing a warm drink. He gulped it down, then put the empty glass on the table in front of him. Pandan Wangi briefly regulates his airway. He began to calm down a little after his airway regained its regularity.

"I know what you're going to say" said Ki Dandung.

"Ki Dandung knows...?!" Pandan Wangi was surprised.

"Yes, Kajar is inside resting with Sarman."

"What...?!"

********************

"How did Kajar get here, Ki?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"He was taken by a very high-scientific young man" said Ki Dandung.

"Defender you mean, Ki?" Pandan Wangi wants to emphasize.

"Perhaps, but he seems virtuous. I don't know how he got Kajar here." "Ki Dandung didn't ask?"

Ki Dandung just shook his head. He had indeed forgotten to ask how the young man had brought Kajar to this house. His conversation with the young warrior made him forget. Ki Dan-dung also forgot not to ask his name or nickname.

"Who is he, Ki?" ask Pandan Wangi.

For some reason, the girl's chest rumbled for no reason. Suddenly, Rangga's shadow filled his mind. There was one hope that was hard to express in his heart. But that hope is also oppressed by other feelings that are very difficult to throw away. There was a longing to meet, but there was also a sense of shame and inferiority in his heart. The most powerful thing that shackled his heart was the feeling of love. That feeling was the hardest to fill in his heart. Pandan Wangi did not understand, why did that feeling suddenly appear on him?

And all his heart had been revealed to Nek ringgih. There is a bit of calm when Pandan Wangi is remembered with refreshing cool words from Nek Ringgih that describe the meaning of holy love. Pandan Wangi does not deny that in his heart has grown seeds of love for the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti. And the seed is growing more and more fertile.

"I forgot to ask" Ki Dandung said. "But he's young, handsome and dashing."

"Ah..," Pandan Wangi sighed softly.

At first he hoped Ki Dandung knew his name. His hope was now dashed after hearing that uncertain answer. Not a few young warriors have sprung up in this era. Maybe also the swordsman is Rangga, but there is a possibility also not him. The hope that had been growing, was instantly extinguished instantly.

"I got Nek Ringgih's cabin already on fire, and Kajar's missing..," Pandan Wangi said without being asked.

"Don't think about it, Kajar is safe here. Whoever he is who brought it, he means certainly good," said Ki Dandung encouraging Pandan Wangi.

"Ki, is it possible that Ki Japalu burned down Nek Ringgih's house?" ask Pandan Wangi carefully.

"Yes" Ki Dandung replied.

"Why would he do something like that?"

Ki Dandung did not answer immediately.

"You promised to tell me everything, Ki" Pandan Wangi reminded. "What else should I say? You already know who Ki Japalu is, Ki Sampar Bayu and Pantula. They are the ones who now control Watu Ampar Village" said Ki Dandung.

"Why did they kill Nek Ringgih?" ask Pandan Wangi.

"Old questions to look for" said Ki Dandung.

"You mean, Ki?"

"They had long wanted to eliminate Nek Ringgih. This time they had a chance. Poor poor woman, her life was never happy. There's always interference. To death is also still disturbed."

Pandan Wangi frowned seeing the look on Ki Dandung's face turned moody. The look in his eyes was like he had no passion anymore. Pandan Wangi raised his head when Sarman came in. The young man sat down next to his father.

"How's Kajar?" asked Ki Dandung without looking.

"Having gone to sleep, he seems very tired" said Sarman while glancing at Pandan Wangi.

Sarman threw a sweetest smile. His glance was fixed for a long time on the look of a beautiful face with lips reviewing the sweet smile. Sarman only distracts him when Pandan Wangi is coughed three times.

"It's a pity Nek Ringgih..," muttered Pandan Wangi slowly.

"I also did not believe that Ki Japalu's threat was not playing games. Apparently he carried out also his threat of killing Nek Ringgih. I regret calling him here. If only I hadn't asked him to come, he would still be alive" Ki Dandung's voice grew quieter and smirkier.

They kept talking about Nek Ringgih's death. Until the morning they left the shop. Ki Dandung provides his own room for Pandan Wangi. The house behind the store was very spacious and there were many empty rooms. Pandan Wangi also took the time to look at the Dawn who was sound asleep.

********************