Storms On Mount Ciremai

Wiratama

When the robbers were ferocious in his village, Wiratama was too late to prevent, as he had just returned from facing the Duke in Luragung.

The flames devoured the houses made of pine wooden planks scattered at the foot of Mount Ciremai. The cries of women and children colored the night. Wiratama did not feel tired of his whack as a result of the trip, because when he returned, he saw from the front of his village such a great flame and heard the cries of the voice of its citizens .

Wiratama quickly ran through the streets of his guards, "Brodin brought the others to immediately check the condition of the village, I will precede looking there", his shout loudly commanding the guards who were behind him. Brodin did not answer the cry of orders from the Kuwu, he also felt misgivings and was worried about the condition of the village, so he came running with other friends to follow into the village.

Arriving at the edge of the village, Wiratama saw some men he did not know were shouting and laughing out loud - bahak, "could you be inhabitants of Jalaksana, your life is only enough to this day". The men looked terrible and terrible, their hands carrying torches that were still burning and burning the houses of the people. Some of them cut off anyone who came out of the houses, no matter the women or the children. Their unsheathed burles were still dripping with fresh blood, visible to Wiratama due to the reflection of light from the flames burning down the houses of the inhabitants.

The eight fell to their knees, their machetes loosened, their faces frightened and disoriented, just because they were helpless, Wiratama lifted one of the men up past his own head, then he took one of the machete by tipping with the right foot, the machete was thrown up and caught by Wiratama's left hand. Without saying anything he beheaded the man, "classh.dug. His body was still lifted by Wiratama, from the neck it gushed blood profusely, until - until splashed into the body of Wiratama and to the seven people who were still kneeling below.

Wiratama then kicked the body into the blaze that was still burning. "You don't expect me to ask back?" and hoping to chop off your heads one by one?" The people who knelt around Wiratama were still not ready to answer the question. Their faces looked frightened, Wiratama came back to someone who was on his right, then flicked his palm to the side and hit the head, "dakkkk, the blood returned to the bodies that were still staring at the ground.