T O H's

Mr. Wira Tumbang

“Hahaha, die you Jaka..!!,” said Mr. Wira while plucking the keris that stuck in Jaka's body.

“Finally my revenge is avenged, O Wachid see your son die in my hands..!!,” Shouted Mr. Wira while throwing Jaka's body that is helpless.

Bruuks.....

Jaka's body fell to the ground, “Mas Jaka...., no....., Mas don't die....?!,” cried Ustazah Ratih.

With the remnants of Jaka's power that had fallen down trying to get up, stood back up

“Heh, I can't possibly lose that easily, hey shaman peyot.!!,” said Jaka.

Pak Wira who knows Jaka is still able to get up again and then runs quickly towards Jaka, but just a few steps away ran a black-robed shadow blocked him while striking the sword of Cakra fit in the ten of hearts.

Hueeek.., huwaak.., Hoaaark...,

Mr. Wira immediately vomited blood, his eyes widened not thinking there would be anyone to block him and there was someone who was able to stab his body.

“Didn't I have an invulnerable science, who are you the young man who was able to stab me..?,” said Mr. Wira who now turned back laughing because he felt he had won now withstood the pain as if death had been before his eyes.

“So you don't understand old man, you have immunity but we have the way of truth, the way in which Ridho and Allah's blessing are with us,” said the shadow figure who turned out to be Gus Lukman who came to help Jaka.

“What did you not realize, did not feel that Jaka was just pretending to lose and in pain so that you are satisfied, we have promised not to open who we are?, we also promised?, so don't feel you in the wind because Jaka is just playing a show of defeat with you,” said Gus Lukman as he stuck the sword of his chakra deeper.

It seems that Mr. Wira's body became helpless now it's his turn to whack in pain. From inside his mouth was seen pouring fresh blood past the black and wrinkled edges of his lips.

“Then who are you...?,” asked Mr. Wira who was running out of energy.

“We who 20 years ago killed your predecessors, we who you hate so much that ubun-tubun, yes we who you call the humans accursed, savage when you are more cursed, more savage than us,” said Gus Lukman who still has not released his sword stab in the chest of Mr. Wira.

“You T O H.??,” said Mr Wira with breath that began to sting.

“Yah it turns out to be true said Jaka earlier, you are old your eyes are myopic since earlier I observed you blindly molesting my younger brother Jaka from the top of the dormitory building Pondok, Pondok, it turns out that you are indeed myopic old man,” said Gus Lukman.

“Jaka let's stand up don't keep pretending like that. We are not Korean dramas or Indonesian television soap operas,” shouted Gus Lukman.

“Hahaha..., he is already unconscious where he can wake up again,” said Mr. Wira while enduring the pain.

“Before death picks you up you can still laugh Old Man, do you know who Jaka is..?.?, he's a younger brother like me a student of Kiai Kasturi, he's a brother of mine, he whose cells in his body can recover himself, he is a young man who has a myriad of knowledge that is inherited from two great kiai of his great-grandfather, namely Sahlan kiai and Gondrong kiai,” says Gus Lukman.

The eyes of Pak Wira increasingly widened seemed to not believe when mentioned the name of the two most powerful big kiai Mandra for in the land of Jombang was the great-grandfather of Jaka.

“What.. Jaka the second most feared big drop in Jombang?,” said Mr Wira still with moaning in pain.

“Ya is right and you have chosen the wrong opponent Old Man,” said Gus Lukman while pulling out the sword Cakra stuck in the chest of Mr. Wira.

Instantly the body of Mr. Wira collapsed to the ground with convulsions drew the last breath, “Innalilahi wainnailaihi raziun,” said Gus Lukman.

“Jaka... Woi.., wake up you Jaka?,” shouted Gus Lukman

“What the hell is Gus Lukman.?,” said Jaka who turned out to be standing near Gus Lukman.

“Loh, hah.., you are a really cool look ngagetin me?,” said Gus Lukman

“Why didn't you just brush it earlier Si Wira?, ah.... Most of your dramas are like Indian movies,” says Gus Lukman.

“Wis..., many times your fans Dik, hahay feel artist you yes..” said Gus Lukman while chesting towards the santri.

“Ya, yes.., even the chest, this is how the body of Mr. Wira..??,” said Jaka.

“Let it also burn itself to ashes, realize first noh the santri who was possessed by pity on lying in the grass so, so,” said Gus Lukman pointed to the santri who had been possessed now fainted unconscious in the grass.

True also said Gus Lukman the body of Mr. Wira suddenly burned into ash and lost in the wind.

“heeh, how can I burn Gus?,” said Jaka.

“Udah do not continue to pretend, kayak new first look that just so you are, quickly realize the santri-santri there pity,” said Gus Lukman.

“Ok Gus, for a moment,” Jaka walked closer to the students who were fainting about to snap their middle fingers and thumbs that collided but were stopped by Gus Lukman.

“What the hell Gus said I was told to wake them up,” said Jaka.

“That you are, you think we are players in the drama Rada Krishna what, flicking fingers continues to be all right, we are again playing in the book Mas Bagus Effendik do not ngaco that,” said Gus Lukman.

“Well what is it.?,” says Jaka.

“Eh..., Em.., Joking him,” says Gus Lukman.

Suddenly from a distance Ustazah Ratih and Ustad Khotib ran over, “Mas Jaka....” shouted Ustazah Ratih.

“Well your friends have come it's time for me to go, Assalamualaikum,” said Gus Lukman immediately ran away very quickly like the wind.

“Waalaikumsalam, thanks Gus..,” says Jaka.

“Loh Mas Jaka..., It's okay.., how could Ratih saw from afar like a bloody Jaka mas so now it's okay no puncture marks at all?,” cerocos Ustazah Ratih while twirling Jaka and Jaka's body just smiling to see the behavior of Ustazah on this one.

“Ustazah Ratih, ahem.ahem,” said Ustad Khotib cleared his throat as if to code Ustazah Ratih.

“What the heck Mas Ustad Khotib nih.?,” chirps Ustazah Ratih still by researching Jaka's body while Jaka just silence.

“Esteemed Statih is not a muhrim Ustazah,” says Ustad Khotib

“Oh it, sorry Mas Jaka Ratih just make sure,” said Ustazah Ratih.

“Baik Mas Ustad Khotib please call Mr Malik and the other son santri tell them to bring the fainted santri to the dormitory?,” said Jaka while ngeloyor away.

“Loh.., loh Mas Jaka where to go?,” said Ustazah Ratih

“Mau coffee....," cried Jaka passed away.

"Mas Jaka came along..," cried Ustazah Ratih as he ran after Jaka.

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