Story of Maung Kulon

A Man Who Eavesdropped

It doesn't feel like a week has passed. Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman were conscious three days ago. It's just that they still can't move as they please. Because of the internal injuries suffered, it still has not fully recovered.

During that week, White Starling and Crow Bodas took care of them patiently. Like an old friend, just met this time.

The calculation of Crow Bodas is not wrong, he told Jalak Putih that 'his patients' will be cured within a week. And that's true. Now Cakra Buana and the Thousand-Hand Swordsman have been able to move. Although sometimes their bodies feel pain because they lie too long.

Time shows the night. The moon hangs on the horizon beautifully. The stars add beauty. Cold air felt from the mountains close to the residence of Crow Bodas and White Starling.

The sound of a night beast like a bat could be heard screeching as he said along with the sound of crickets. A gentle breeze stroked the four people who were now sitting on bamboo bale-bale.

In front of them was boiled cassava, boiled sweet potato and also warm sweet tea. The two complement each other. It is very suitable if enjoyed during the weather as it is today.

They don't talk long enough. The four daydreamed about events in the past. But in the end, Cakra Buana broke the silence.

"We've previously thanked both uncles. If you don't, maybe my uncle and I are dead" Cakra Buana said politely.

"Everyone is obligated to help. Ki dulur need not hesitate, if we want to be helped by people, then we must also help people," said Crow Bodas wise.

"Uncle's right. It seems Sang Hyang Widhi deliberately brought us together," said Cakra Buana.

"I'm sorry, if I may know, who are you two?" ask White Starling.

The two brothers do not yet know who their patient is. For the past few days, they haven't talked to him much.

"Aishh, how disrespectful I am. Forgive us ki dulur. Introduce, I am usually called the Serubu Swordsman. And this is my colleague Jagat Sukma Pati" said the all-black man introducing himself. He deliberately gave the pseudonym Cakra Buana, because he himself did not know exactly who was in front of him at this time.

The White Starling and the Bodas Crow were slightly startled. He certainly knows who the Thousand Hands Swordsman is.

"Ah, it turns out to be a great warrior. Forgive me for being this old man so as not to recognize the voice of the Thousand Swordsman" Crow Bodas said slightly bowing.

"Uncle is too much. I was just an ordinary warrior who served in the Kingdom of Tunggilis" he said.

Cakra Buana just stay still while enjoying the dishes. He felt no need to interfere. He wouldn't 'nimbrung' in the old figure's conversation. Because to him, it's disrespectful.

"I'm sorry before, but I have never heard the name of Jagat Sukma Pati in the martial world" said Jalal Putih while staring at Cakra Buana..

"Euu ..., he's still a green uncle. So maybe your uncles haven't heard his name yet" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"Well, if you don't want to introduce who he is, it doesn't matter. Most importantly I feel grateful for helping the people of Tunggilis Kingdom" said Jalak Putih.

the Thousand Hand Warrior was a little confused. It seemed like the two old men knew that they were being lied to. So inevitably, the Thousand Hand Swordsman tells who is the Starch Sukma Pati.

"I'm sorry for this ludicrousness of mine," he said.

"You mean?"

"I don't want to introduce who he really is. But I'm just afraid, because this young man is very important to the Tunggilis Kingdom maybe even to all the people,"

"I understand. Is he Prabu Katapangan's son?"

"No" replied the Thousand Hands.

The one asked only shook his head slowly and then sipped his tea.

"I am the Crow Bodas. And this is my younger brother, he's the White Starling" he said.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman immediately choked on the boiled yam he was chewing. He hurriedly drank again, after drinking, he intended to pay his respects. But soon held by the Crow Bodas.

"Don't be like this. I don't like that kind of tattoo" he said.

"Ma-sorry me. Truly, I am such a brash person that I do not recognize you" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman. He stopped for a while and continued speaking. "Honestly, I didn't mention who this young man was out of fear, I'm afraid you're not the one on our side,"

"If you don't want to tell us, we won't force it" White said.

"Now I know who you are. So what's it covered for again? The real name of this young man is Cakra Buana, in the martial world he is nicknamed Pendekar Maung Kulon," the Thousand Hand Swordsman explained while holding the shoulder of Cakra Buana.

While the person was just silent, he continued to enjoy the dishes that had been served.

Finished the Thousand Hand Swordsman said, now changing, the surprised ones are the White Starling and the Bodas Crow.

"So ... he ..., the young man who is currently holding the Godly Sword?" asked Crow Bodas still a little in disbelief.

"Ki dulur. He's the one who's currently being sought out by the martial world,"

"Before apologizing for the lack of my teachings, but can I see the heirloom sword?"

White Starling and Crow Bodas have long wanted to see the heirloom weapon directly. Because all this time, both of them only hear from mouth to mouth.

"Of course I can. It's an honor for me that both of you will see this sword" Cakra Buana said.

Then he opened the white cloth that wrapped the Godly Heirloom Sword. After being fully opened, he immediately handed over to the Crow Bodas.

"Thank you" he answered while receiving the sword.

The crow Bodas and the White Starling then looked at the sword carefully. There was another air emanating from the heirloom sword. Both hands of the Crow Bodas felt trembling as they held them.

"May I pull it?" ask him to Cakra Buana.

Cakra Buana nodded. The Crow Bodas then pulled out the Godly Heirloom Sword from its scabbard.

"A very good sword. He has a big and very strong aura" he said.

After being satisfied to see and hold the Godly Sword, suddenly the Crow Bodas slapped the sword towards a tree on the right side. The distance to the tree is about ten steps.

"Grush …"

White light flashed as fast as lightning struck the tree. The next second, not a fallen tree. Unless someone falls from the top of the branch.

Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman were shocked, no one suspected that they dared to eavesdrop on their conversation.

The person who fell was immediately killed. There was an incision wound on his chest. Even the chest of the man was gaping. White Starfish moving. Suddenly he was near the body. Before long, the old man had already returned to his original place. But this time, there was a corpse behind him.