Story of Maung Kulon

Duke Surya Wilaloni

It turned out that when he reached the Duchy of Priangan, it was morning. The birds are already flying in search of food for his family or himself.

The boisterous voices of the inhabitants of the duchy began to be wooded. The merchants started opening the stalls and selling their merchandise.

Cakra Buana traces back to the corners of the Priangan Duchy to look for the old man he asked yesterday.

After wondering to the other residents, finally the all-white young man managed to find out who the old man was yesterday. It turned out that the old geezer was an elder there.

Langlang Cakra Buana immediately headed to the grandfather's house after asking some people.

"Mixed …"

Cakra Buana gives a special greeting to pasundan when he arrives at a room house. The house was just like any other house, almost dilapidated and many wooden poles that termites began to eat. In front of the room house there is a cot (low long stool for sitting or lying down) made of yellow bamboo that has been scratched and mashed.

After a long time of standing, there was finally a voice that shrank from within.

"Rampes .. wait a minute." the voice was hoarse and sounded like an old man's voice.

Not wrong again, a few moments later there was an old man coming out from inside. The grandfather who was asked yesterday by Cakra Buana.

"Ah you ... what need does Aden come here for?" asked the old man while looking at Cakra Buana from top to bottom.

"Mas please sit down" he said, inviting him to sit down after looking at Cakra Buana.

"Thank you uncle."

The two sat down on the couch. Not luxurious, but able to provide comfort.

"I'm here for nothing uncle. Just wanted to ask," he said.

"What is den?"

"About this duchy," replied Cakra Buana.

For a moment the old man was silent. His head wiggled to make sure of the situation.

"Let's just go in" he said.

Finally they went inside and sat on a bamboo chair. In front of him was a table made of simple wood.

"Of course, who and why seems to want to know the situation here,"

"As I explained yesterday uncle. My name is Cakra Buana and I am a wanderer. I see an oddity here, a lot. Especially about the condition, what I know is that usually a duchy is always fertile and people live happily. But what I see here is quite the opposite, that's what makes me want to ask more of uncle," said Cakda Buana explained the real purpose and purpose.

"I dare not tell you. Afraid of ducal spies, if found out it could be dangerous," he said seriously.

"Calm uncle. I'll take responsibility if anything happens to you. Believe me," replied Cakra Buana trying to convince.

"Hemmm .. okay. I will tell you a little about this Duchy of Priangan," said the old man.

"The Duchy of Priangan was ruled by a duke named Surya Wilaloni. He is the emissary of the kingdom to be stationed here. At first he took care and attention to the lives of the people, but after the passing of three months, then he showed his true nature. It turned out that the duke of Surya Wilaloni was not much different from his lord. He was arbitrary, not even caring about the increasingly miserable state of the people."

"Everyone knows about it. But who would dare to fight it? He is a powerful person, besides behind him there is a king, there are even figures who are not much different from him. Because of these circumstances, people's lives become miserable inner birth. In addition, robberies and crimes happen all the time. At the end of the day, we the people below are also victims. Indeed, if seen from outside the duchy is like safe serene, but if seen in it. Yeah, like I saw this."

"We don't know how to do it anymore. No one dared to oppose this abuse. Al results ... inevitably we have to run everything with a chest of air," said the old grandfather explained briefly about the Duchy of Priangan.

As long as the old grandfather spoke, Cakra Buana did not cut him off. He was just a good listener.

His heart ached when the grandfather told of this Priangan Duchy. His short soul blazes like a burning fire.

The condition of his homeland is really dilapidated. The people who served could no longer be relied upon. Nothing can be expected.

They just have fun without thinking about the fate of the people. The stakeholders daily satisfy their passions, living with a pool of wealth.

Their people were left to starve to death and live in misery.

That is if man is possessed by lust. They will only think of themselves. About others, bodo time. As long as he was happy, he did not care about other humans.

Several times the Cakra Buana just sighed heavily just to stretch his chest that began to feel tight.

"Devil in human form. I promise I will teach a lesson to the duke Surya Wilaloni's uncle," said Langlang Cakra Buana.

"Don't den. Duke Surya is a powerful man. Later you will be doomed," said the old grandfather warning Cakra Buana.

"No problem uncle. If I am destined to die, I am not afraid to die in defense of the people. Defending those who are oppressed, fighting against the evil that is happening in this Pasundan country," said Cakra Buana with sharp eyes.

Inwardly, the old man praised the courage and determination of the young man now before him. Just this time there was a young warrior like himself.

"If you stick to your stance. I can't do anything else but just wish you all the best" he said.

"Thank you uncle. Then I'll say goodbye. Sampurasun,"

"Rampes …"

Langlang Cakra Buana left the grandfather's house with mixed feelings. His life will not be able to calm down if it allows the evil that happens in front of his eyes.

Right then and there, with a hasty skip, he intended to search for the whereabouts of the duke Surya Wilaloni.

Because he had not filled the stomach from yesterday, his stomach was now whining for filling.

Cakra Buana decided to stop at a restaurant not far ahead.

Even though it was still early morning, the restaurant was already crowded. Cakra Buana immediately ordered food with simple side dishes only.

After finishing the meal and paying the fee, then the all-white young man immediately went from the tavern.

But when he entered the forest road, his ears were always using Ajian Sapta Pangurungu heard there was a sound of fighting.

The sound came from the forest.