Story of Maung Kulon

Gading Village Bodas

"Wahhh raden is great. I can't imagine what if I hadn't given Raden a ride. Maybe I've been made into white crocodile food belonging to Ki Baya. Ihh ... horrified," said the fisherman, shivering in horror.

Cakra Buana just smiled. His heart was relieved because maybe in the future there will be no more pirates who disturb the fishermen or people who pass into this river. At least for a while, of course, the pirates will think twice to run in this river.

"Uncle, is it still a long time to get to your area?" ask Cakra Buana.

"No den. We'll be there soon,"

"Oh .. fine then."

The two drove back, this time Cakra Buana and the fisherman paddled together while occasionally telling stories to ward off loneliness. Along the way, the fisherman told him a lot about the circumstances he knew.

Cakra Buana is just being a good listener and keeping that information in his head.

"We've reached den," said the fisherman abruptly.

"Where's uncle?"

"That's in front of a small pier. We'll stop there" said the fisherman, smiling with excitement.

A few moments later, Cakra Buana has arrived at the dock intended by the fisherman earlier. He then tied the boat to a stake made of teak wood. After being tied up, he helped the fisherman to lift the goods obtained.

Just as the two were about to walk, suddenly from afar a young girl came running towards Cakra Buana and the fisherman.

The girl was young, twenty years old at the most. Her face is sweet, egg-shaped. Her eyes were beautiful like sparkling gems, signifying that the girl was an honest person. His nose is slightly pointed and his skin is yellow.

"Dad, you're home. Here let Irma help you," said the girl as she grabbed some of the items the fisherman had brought.

Daddy's? So ... That princess-like girl is this fisherman's son? Suddenly a question arose in the mind of Cakra Buana. For some reason, when he looked at the girl, then the girl was the same, even threw a smile, there was a strange sense that arose in Cakra Buana.

"Thank you son. Introduce, this is a father acquaintance, he's a young swordsman who has also helped father. His name is Cakra Buana" said the fisherman introducing Cakra Buana to his son.

"Aishhh .. uncle is too much. Greetings know nyai," said Cakra Buana as he stretched out his right hand.

"I'm Irma Sulastri" said the girl named Irma while slightly embarrassed. Instantly his face reddened as the young man shook hands while looking at him.

Cakra Buana is like that. His heart rippled as he looked back at that charming smile.

Seeing the two young men silent to each other, the fisherman then cleared his throat.

"Ehemmm .. let's go home soon, '" he said.

Both of them were shocked. Hurriedly they let go of the hand that daritadi shook.

"Ma-mari uncle." replied Cakra Buana a little nervously.

The three then walked into the village. Whether the village what his name is, Cakra Buana does not know and indeed he has not asked.

The view there is very natural. The coconut trees are neatly lined. There is also a tall teak tree. The breeze of the wind blew the trees as if they were searching.

Ah... It's a beautiful atmosphere like that. Still beautiful. Still natural. And of course free from the annoying dust.

The heart will feel very serene if you see the peace that goes on in front of these eyes.

After some distance, finally the fisherman had stopped when he arrived at a stilt house. The walls are made of rooms as well. But this room is more beautiful and interesting. The roof is part of a coconut tree that is woven. In front of him was a bale-bale of bamboo.

The house was quite "luxury" than the other residents' houses. Start a prejudice in the heart of Cakra Buana that the fisherman must not be an ordinary person, he thought.

"We have arrived in Den. Welcome to my humble hut. Irma, hurry up and make some drinks and treats for our guests" the fisherman told his daughter.

"Okay dad." replied the girl then went inside while carrying things.

"Uncle, what's this village called?" ask Cakra Buana.

"It's called the village of Gading Bodas den,"

"Ivory Village Bodas, hemm .. is life safe here?"

"Sometimes den. If luck is lucky, safe. If not, there are events. Whether it's a robbery, or a girl kidnap committed by a group of people who control this area,"

"Hemmm .. The government completely ignored its people. Then, who is this village head uncle?"

"Euuu .. this village chief, sa-my own den. I used to be called ki Marga," he said shyly.

"Aishhh .. I've guessed that uncle is not a random person here. Then, what do you do if there are unwanted events in this village?"

"Yes ... How else? Of course we fight as much as we can, but still we are not able to fight them. Moreover, that group of people had a decent intelligence, especially the leader,"

"The uncle has reported to the duke and some of it?"

"It's been a lot of den,"

"What did the duke say?"

"There's no answer at all,"

"Hemmm .. shit …"

Silent. Cakra Buana did not continue his talk anymore. His mind immediately flew flying over imagining the other areas. To make the situation conducive throughout the country is certainly not an easy job.

There is no other way but only one way, which is to carry out an uprising and overhaul the entire ranks of the stakeholders. That's the only way. Yes ... that's all.

However, the daydreams of the iru soon fade when a voice must and softly heard by both ears of the Cakra Buana.

"Please drink coffee kang .." said Irma Sulastri, son of ki Marga who turned out to be the village chief.

"Thank you tajeng. Uh .. nyai I mean. Sorry," said Cakra Buana who was immediately embarrassed at that moment.

Irma Sulastri did not answer. Instead, he went straight in after serving his father and guests a drink and a meal. There was a strange feeling in the heart of the girl. I don't know what that feeling is.