Story of Maung Kulon

I'm Pamit Eyang

The chicken crowed with his fast. The birds of the forest have also been singing sweetly. Another rice cooker the sun will reveal himself.

In a room that was not large was also not narrow, a young man had just woken up from his sleep. His body was still tired though, but he immediately remembered his duties and obligations.

Hurried the young man went to the bathhouse and washed his face which still looked tangled. When he finished washing his face, he felt refreshed. Although sleepiness still bothers him.

The young man was none other than Langlang Cakra Buana. He was now preparing to make his trip delayed by a few days. Hurriedly he headed to Eyang Tajimalela's place.

He intends to ask for permission to continue the journey soon. It was still early in the morning blind. Not even the people there were all awake. But still Langlang Cakra Buana was determined to leave right now. He doesn't want to waste too much time.

"Eyang mix. Is he awake?" asked Langlang Cakra Buana politely when he arrived at the room Eyang Tajinlmalela.

"Rampes. Already, come in Langlang." replied Eyang Tajimalela.

Langlang Cakra Buana just went in after getting permission. Without further ado he immediately spoke to the point.

"Eyang, I want to resign. I want to continue the journey right now" Langlang Cakra Buana said asking for permission.

"Aihhh .. when it is still early in the morning like this. Well then, sorry eyang can not equip goods and anything that is best for you," said Eyang Tajimalela with a slightly vibrating tone.

"No papa eyang. I'm really grateful that Eyang has accepted it and given permission for me to stay here" Langlang Cakra Buana replied.

"I'm leaving now, eyang. Give my regards to the other uncle. Sampurasun," he said as he prepared to leave.

"Alright, rampes. Take good care of yourself. If you want to come back here again then stop by. This place is always wide open for you" said Eyang Tajimalela.

After saying goodbye, Langlang Cakra Buana immediately left the Shebrew Horse Padepokan. He quickly used his Saifi Wind knowledge.

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Langlang Cakra Buana is also now walking casually. He had arrived in a village that was quite crowded and spacious. Life is fairly stable, but they seem to live under pressure.

Seen from the faces of the villagers the young man met. Where the residents always show the same face. It was sadness, but it did not dare to be said.

Langlang Cakra Buana continues down the village with its leisure. Almost all the citizens he met, it seemed like they were spelling as farmers. Because indeed as long as Langlang Cakra Buana walks, he is always treated to a very wide view of the rice field.

Now in the rice harvest season, there are many residents who are harvesting their rice. Both those who work for others and indeed their fields.

Langlang Cakra Buana continued walking down the village. He finally found a restaurant at the end of his eyes. The shop looks small, but there are also many people who are having breakfast there.

After arriving in front of the store, he immediately ordered boiled sweet potatoes and tea as his breakfast menu. He sat in the back seat and in the corner. In front of him were three farmers talking about something.

It seems they are talking about something rather important. Seen from the way he spoke, the farmers put a mixed face. There was a happy expression because the harvest was abundant, there was also a sad expression that did show them to be in a pressure.

"Hey, have you guys prepared a tribute for the village chief? He would definitely ask for more tribute than usual. Moreover, the village chief knew that our harvest was now quite satisfactory," said one of the farmers.

"Not Beacke. Yes, that's for sure. The village chief would definitely ask for more tribute. Personally, this is not just a tribute. But this is the same as blackmail" said one of his friends.

The three farmers have not yet completed the service. Suddenly from the outside, there was the sound of footsteps of horses which then stopped right at the store that there was Langlang Cakra Buana there.

And sure enough, the footsteps of the horse stopped right in front of the entrance of the store. The horses were ridden by three warriors. They wear blood-red clothes. A huge machete was tucked in their respective waists.

Just hurry the three warriors had entered the tavern. They immediately asked for tribute to the shop owner by force. The owner of the store was a little begging very because it had not yet benefited from the buyers.

But still the three warriors continued to force, even Langlang Cakra Buana saw the three warriors commit violence.

"Quickly give tribute to the village chief!!!" gertak one of the warriors.