Story of Maung Kulon

Get around

It doesn't feel like a month has passed. That is, Cakra Buana and Ling Zhi have also lived in the Tungglis Kingdom for a month. The two young warriors lived quietly within the kingdom. Everything they need, will definitely be filled by the Kresna Catapult Prabu.

However, Cakra Buana and Ling Zhi were people who were used to living in simplicity. So they never ask for strange things except what they just need.

Both Cakra Buna and Ling Zhi, equally taught by his teacher to be simple in living life. Don't overdo it, whatever it is. Even though we can, it has to be simple. If you are able in terms of material things, it is better to be important to others as well. Don't just yourself.

It's morning now. The sun emits all its rays to the earth perfectly. The sky is clear without clouds. The blue sky looks beautiful, the breeze makes life more comfortable.

Today Cakra Buana intends to exit the kingdom. The Maung Kulon warrior wanted to go around checking on the state of his people. Even if he was not a king, he was a prince who would later become king. It is only fitting that he begins to learn how to be a good leader to be loved by his people.

A leader will be said to be kind and loved by everyone when he is able to prosper the lives of his people.

After a simple appearance as usual depicting a swordsman, Cakra Buana then went out of the room and headed to the throne of the king. He faces Prabu Katapangan Krishna who appears alone there. The people accompanying the king were instantly respectful when they saw Cakra Buana.

"Pamanda prabu, ananda asked permission. Ananda wanted to check the state of the people," Cakra Buana said as he saluted.

"Hemmm ... What do you want there prince?" ask the prabu.

"There's nothing. Ananda just wants to look at people's lives. Ananda wanted to breathe the outside air" Cakra Buana said.

"All right then. Two warriors will escort you" he said.

"No need to bother uncle. Ananda can take care of herself,"

"Are you sure?"

"Hamba sure uncle. Ananda was not long. Ananda just wanted to look at it for a moment" said Cakra Buana.

"All right then. I'm letting. You should come back later" he said.

"Good uncle. Ananda pamit," said Cakra Buana as he stepped his foot outside.

The Maung Kulon warrior was very eager to see life outside. Actually, he himself was not at home if he had to continue to live in the kingdom. All he saw was that.

In addition, in the kingdom must also wear manners. Very tight. And as a swordsman, he was certainly not familiar with such things. Plus, the soul wants to breathe it more and more days.

Some people might think that living in the kingdom is very good. What you want must be obtained. But it's not really like that. Cakra Buana does feel it, but still he cannot or has not been used to living in a royal environment. He felt like a bird in a cage.

Cakra Buana went riding on a handsome white horse. With a steady movement, Cakra Buana instantly kicked his horse. So that the white horse immediately ran away. It didn't take long, he was already outside the gate.

Cakra Buana then slowed down the pace of his horse. He oversaw the lives of the people around the royal palace. Those who lived around the palace, did get a more decent life. Many of them became food traders or others.

In the life around the palace, the people felt the economic well-being. But that's not the real purpose of Cakra Buana. The goal is precisely to see life in remote villages that are still within the territory of the Kingdom of Tunggilis.

The young man began to walk through the villages and look at the lives of his people. It turns out that in the countryside, many of them become farmers or work in the fields. Buana's chakra sometimes descends from the horse to talk lightly with the people he meets.

By noon, his stomach began to whine for fill. Cakra Buana then look for shops that are around there. It turns out there is. The shop was not too small, nor was it too big. Its size is only. The young man in white then headed there.

He tied his horse and was allowed to graze under the breadfruit tree. After that, Cakra Buana walked towards the entrance to the tavern. It turned out that in the shop there were some farmers who were having lunch. Cakra Buana briefly talked while waiting for his order to come.

The citizens did not know that the young man who spoke to him was a prince. Of course, because they live in the countryside.

When it was good to eat. Suddenly there was a man about forty years old entered the tavern. From his steps clearly showed arrogance.

"Arak. Give me some good wine" said the man, as a thug. He sat across from Cakra Buana. His feet were raised to the bench. His big bulge he put on the table with a rough.

"I-this is Ki Suro," said the shop owner a little frightened while giving a jug of wine.

"I want to eat, give good food," he said without diminishing his haughty tone.

Not long after, the food came. He eats with it. Even the portion of the meal was twice as much as the people who were there. No one dared to look at the person called Ki Suro except Cakra Buana.

Ki Suro's name is already famous in that village. He was known to be a violent and violent man. Ki Suro is very often asking for rations to the pars traders who are in the session.

After he finished eating, he approached the shop owner.

"Where's my. Give all your money" he told the shop owner.

"Ma-sorry ki. I haven't got the money, those who eat haven't paid,"

"Liar," said Ki Suro as he kicked the table until it cracked. From the crack, it can be ascertained that he is a person who comes from the martial jungle.

"Truly ki, I dare not lie," said the owner of the shop who is an old mother.

"*******. Learn where you are so dare to deceive ki Suro," he said while intending to throw a slap.

"Murin …"

But before the slap hit the shopkeeper's face, his hand suddenly stopped for a moment.

"Aw .." he said, pulling his hand. Something hit his hand. It turned out that the back of Ki Suro's hand was bleeding a little. There are fish spines stuck on the back of the hand and right about the veins.

"Yokey. Who threw the fish's thorns?" he said while brandishing the thorn in question. His eyes looked around, but there was nothing suspicious.

Again he slapped. But again the incident as before repeated so that it causes the anger ki Suro.

"Brakkk ..." the table was instantly smashed when ki suro hit him.

Cakra Buana was getting upset. He stood up from his seat.

"Please ki dulur. Don't bother the people who are eating here. You ask for free wine, eat also in love for free. But you still forced me to ask him for rations.

Ki Suro's eyes immediately swerved towards Cakra Buana. Just this time there was someone who dared to say such a talk to him. Even the one speaking was a young man.

"Be quiet you rancid boy. Don't be so pretentious to hunt me down" he said while glaring at Cakra Buana.

"I'm not patronizing, I'm just reminding you,"

"Deminine demon,"

"Guard …"

Ki Suro's hand then pulled out the fish's thorns that had just made the back of his hand bleed. The throw is fast and leads to the Cakra Buana. Fortunately, the young man in white had expected this. He tilted his head to the right a little. So that the fish's thorns were aimed out the shop window.