Storms On Mount Ciremai

Wandering II

"Sit down young man, apologize for my mistake!" The old man and his three family figures then held a mat made of pandan leaves, and gave a jar to Wiratama to dry his body.

"Aki, what's going on in this raid? looks like you're having a lot of worry?"

"Young people, this week the residents of pedukuhan on the brink of fear, almost every night our territory is made a fight between warriors who are heading to the island of Nusakambangan, they are competing to join the pirates who are said to be currently looking for new members. "Are you on your way there, too?"

Wiratama took a deep breath and breathed it with the weight of "Hmm.I am a wandering aimless Ki! but I have no interest in being a pirate."

The two shared the story, The old grandfather dominates the conversation and Wiratama as the listener, "Well then young man, rest first in our hut!" then the old grandfather with his wife and children also lay on the pandan mat.

The cold atmosphere increasingly bit the bone, Wiratama has not been able to close his eyes, his inner feelings are sensitive, suspecting something will happen.

The rain had subsided, leaving water pooling in the puddles of the ground, where the sound of water splashing was heard by the footing of several people. The sound of their conversation was heard by Wiratama's ears who were trained to hear long distances.

"Rear, what are you looking for on Nusakambangan Island? do you intend to join the pirates?" a voice came from one of them asking a question.

"Soma! if you don't want to come along, wait for you in the grievance, I'm not forcing you to follow me!" a slightly hoarse and heavy voice reprimanded the person who asked the question earlier. "I'll go wherever you go Kakang" said Soma.

"Soma! konon katanya pemimpin para perompak itu adalah seorang wanita yang sangat cantik dan sakti, aku ingin mengetahui seberapa kekuatannya, jika kemampuannya melebihi kita, tidak ada salahnya kita ikut bergabung...Tetapi jika tidak, akan aku jadikan pendampingku!"

"Ha.ha.ha Kakang Brajanata, why didn't you tell us from yesterday, we definitely support you!" someone else laughed cheerfully at Brajanata's testimony. Their group numbered four people, previously they were the robbers in Jambu Sari.

As they were talking while walking, there was a rush of horse legs approaching them. "Brash.brash. Two pairs of Horses passed through them, splashes of water mixed with mud earth about the clothes of Brajanata and the others.

"Bad! who are you guys that disrupted our trip?" the collapsed horseman shouted furiously, after jumping up and landing on the ground, his hands went to his waist and then pointed towards Brajanata.

"Ha..ha..ha it turns out you are a female Gull, where was your old male Gull? have you changed partners now?" Somantara who was beside Brajanata laughed when she saw the woman who was yelling at her brother.

"Hei Gull female! why is pushing your waist imperfect? straighten your patched hand with that banana midrib! H.ha.ha.ha."

It is true, the woman who is now in front of the Four Begal of Jambu Sari is the partner of the evil Gull who is still injured due to his fight with Wiratama.

The figure that was behind the Demon Gull that was still on the horse, darted sending consecutive kicks towards Somantara "Hiaaath....Desh..desh!" one kick can be missed, while the other kick by Somantara in the field with a rotary kick.

"Ders.....The clash of feet between them made Somantara lined up three spears backward, indicating his inner energy was out of proportion to the comrade of the Devil Gull.

Following the hot blows attacked Somantara which made him desperate.

The situation did not last long, because Brajanata did not silence the attack of the blow injured his younger brother.

"Hiaaaath...Blar...Blarrh.adu back blows take place between Brajanata and the comrades of the Devil Gull, making the heat spread around and remove the cold air of the night. As a result of the impact of the blow, both were pushed two steps back each.

Before the attacks from both sides continued, a voice echoed and forced them to stop the fight.

"You have disturbed the comfort of these vigilantes!" in the faint darkness of the night, they looked towards the source of the voice, a long-haired strapping man approached with a short spear clasped in his right hand.