Story of Maung Kulon

The Golok Satan Organization Headquarters

Langlang Cakra Buana began to fall asleep on a branch of a mango tree in the shape of a flag. Beneath it is a path that is sometimes passed by other people.

It felt like it had just closed its eyes, but the morning sunlight had highlighted the face of the all-white swordsman. So inevitably Langlang Cakra Buana must wake up.

The morning sun is so warm on the skin. The morning dew is still falling on the edge of the leaves. Morning birds chirping merrily.

Cakra Buana tries to sit on the tree branch just gather energy first. If the situation is completely stable, the all-white young man intends to continue his journey again.

He wanted to go to Gunung Kidul, Banten, as mandated by his late teacher. Buana's chakra was about to jump down, but before that happened, from behind came boisterous footsteps.

He did not come down, but went up higher and wanted to see who would pass.

Shortly thereafter, dozens of heavily armed men appeared. They wore jet-black clothing with face-covering cloths, each of them carrying a spear. Their height and body shape are equal.

The path is also with the same rhythm of footsteps. The faces of those people were invisible, only the eyes were visible.

Cakra Buana continued to pay attention to those passing by. The number is no less than thirty. It turned out that they were escorting the leader who had a more dashing appearance with two machetes on the right and left waist. The leader rode on a horse, in comrade with two men by his side.

In addition, there was a horse carriage carrying three girls and one man who looked like a swordsman. It seems the four of them are captured.

Although it does not know for sure, but Cakra Buana is sure that those who pass by it are a nation of invaders. They were none other than the people from the neighboring country.

As told earlier, in this era the land of Pasundan was colonized by many foreign nations. The invaders used fertile land to plant various spices.

In addition, they used commoners to work forcibly. Without a fair wage. Mostly just fed.

The distance of the village is quite far from the king's city, used as a nest of the colonial nation. As seen by Cakra Buana.

But he was sure, their headquarters was not in the area. They must have just hitched a ride through.

Cakra Buana then decided to follow them. He really was curious. Especially when you see there are four natives transported in a horse carriage.

Cakra Buana then descended from the tree and followed the soldiers from a considerable distance. No matter where he went, he himself did not know.

But the young man was convinced that the troops were going to their base. Along the way, not a single villager dared to prevent it.

On the contrary, when the residents saw the all-black troops, they immediately entered their homes. No one dared to leave the house again before those soldiers completely disappeared from sight.

Cakra Buana was still trailing those soldiers. After noon, the soldiers stopped.

They stopped right at a large, sturdy building. The building has a large courtyard. The building that was allegedly the headquarters of the invaders was also surrounded by a fortress from a wall as high as one spear.

The man who was supposed to be their leader descended from his mighty horse. Followed by four of his guards. He walked into the building.

At the front door, there were also six bodyguards armed with beds. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a flagpole as tall as three spears. The flag has the symbol of two crossed blades.

Not far from the flagpole, there are several cross-shaped boards that are allegedly to punish those who dare to defy their orders.

Cakra Buana is still paying attention from a considerable distance. He wanted to know what the invaders would do to the natives that had been brought.

Shortly after their leader had entered the building, the four natives who had been brought down. Both of their hands were in iron handcuffs.

As soon as they got off the horse-drawn carriage, they were driven roughly by the Walanda soldiers. All four were taken somewhere.

It turned out that the four natives were put into a walled iron prison located just to the left of the building that became the headquarters.

How shocked the all-white young man when he saw inside the prison there were also some people who had previously been held captive.

"It turns out they really captivate the natives. Hemmm ... I have to investigate this incident." muttered Langlang Cakra Buana as he passed away from the headquarters of the invaders.

Cakra Buana re-entered a village he had passed through. The young man was all white to look for a restaurant. His stomach was asking to be filled.

It did not take long, because only a few distances entered the village, Cakra Buana found a small eatery.

"Sampurasun .." said Langlang Cakra Buana as he entered the tavern.

"Rampes, please sit down. What do you want to order?" ask an old man who owns a shop.

"I want a meal message as well as one uncle's wine jar" Cakra Buana replied as he sat down.

"Well, please wait a minute" said the old maid and went to the back to prepare the order.

After a few moments of waiting, the order finally arrived. The young man in white just ate with his heart.

Because visitors to the tavern are just himself, Cakra Buana is not shy even though his eating style is similar to that of a hungry person. Because he's been holding back hunger from last night.

After finishing the tomb and his stomach was full, then he gulped wine in a jug.

"Uncle, can you accompany me to sit down? There are some things I want to ask," Langlang Cakra Buana said to the shop owner's grandfather.

Having no more activity, the grandfather approached Cakra Buana without rejection.

"What's the matter?" ask the grandfather politely.

"I want to ask you something uncle. Next to this village, there's a big building and a line of troops, who are they?" ask Cakra Buana without further ado.

Before replying, the shopkeeper frowned first, probably afraid that someone would listen.

"That's the headquarters of the Satanic Golok organization aden. Aden don't go there, danger," said the store owner.

"Not wrong anymore. What are they doing uncle?"

"They extort the people by way of forced labor. They also asked for tribute from every village. His behavior is cruel. Even some of the natives who have intelligence there are working on them,"

"Bad. Is no one trying to throw them out?"

"There have been a few times that anyone tried to evict, but none have succeeded. Because their numbers are many. Besides being assisted by the natives, they also have an arrow that can kill in one shot,"

"Labour. They can no longer be allowed to go on anymore" muttered Cakra Buana while clenching her right hand hard.

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