The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

4.39.

The hustle and bustle harbor atmosphere. In the midst of busy all afternoon on the coast, Radhit looked to and fro. Something he was looking for has not been found. This is how many times he came to the fishermen. While people were busy installing large sails, some boats docked to the beach after days of sea. The crew laughed while carrying fat nets filled with fish.

"Who are you? You seem to be from the central region?" a middle-aged old man, his body was dull black, full of sweat and the clothes clad in his body looked shabby. Moreover, the smell of sweat mixed fishy fish.

"I, Radhit!"

"Oh, is your name able to sell my fish more expensive?" old Baya grinned meaninglessly, passing by from before Radhit.

"Wait, Sir! Mmm, I'm looking for someone," said Radhit somewhat confused, hurriedly following the Old Fisherman Baya who greeted him. During the course of the day, only that person cared about Radhit.

"Who are you looking for?" ask Old Man Baya.

"I don't know for sure, is there a sailor around here?" tanya Radhit actually laughed at the Old Baya on the sidelines of his screams to a group of other fishermen around him.

"Huh.ha..ha...! This kid's looking for a sailor!" he shouted around to be greeted by the laughter of another group.

"Master can help me or just laugh at me?" the word Radhit means satire.

"Mmm, do I have to help you? What will I get? Gold?!" old Man sucked his cigar, which was about the size of half a thumb.

"Hey, Old Smell! Carefully speaking, the child is a Mahalintang!!" a man comes down from the newly moored boat, rebuking the pretentious Old Baya. Hearing the name Mahalintang, the Old Baya immediately shuffled away. In the presence of Radhit now, changed a man who was quite sturdy, but rather shabby in his clothes just like most other fishermen. Unless the arms of the man still looked strong, the cobra symbol grinned on the sidelines of the left arm covered in shabby clothes.

"Son Mahalintang, I know your father well enough. Five years ago, we were once the One Praja Force Unit, before I was expelled from the Praja Bahari Union, and then I became what I am today!" the man's brief words were enough to tell his past.

"If what you are looking for is a sailor, you can meet them at the beginning of the month of Saka. Even you can see the Admiral from afar. It was certain that this place was full of accompaniment of palace warriors welcoming them. What do you need with the sailor?"

"I think sailors and fishermen are the same. You both work at sea" Radhit said in his thoughts. The man laughed for a moment. While lifting the fish-laden wet crates, put them one by one into the horse-drawn carriage. Radhit continued to follow the man moving everywhere, "You're still a boy, you don't know about the world outside that Golden Prison that you inhabit!"

"The sangaya! Especially if it wasn't the Golden Prison?! As long as you talk about possessions and dignity, whatever you want is fulfilled. Unless your heart speaks, what are you for, or what kind of calm you want, have you ever had it? If so, it is impossible for you to come to this scorching coast just to look for the whereabouts of a sailor!" continued the man tattooed a cobra while continuing to move his back to Radhit, then reached to clear the rope-tiered crates on the boat. Radhit kept following him moving everywhere.

"I see the restless look on your face! It cannot be hidden from this close! It even smells!" The man with the cobra tattooed asus talk, can be a little bit soft or earnest.

"Help me to lift everything up to completion. In return, I will tell you about the sailors and fishermen, even everything you want about this land that is called the Land of the Green Gem as stated by the outside nation!" continue the man again.

Radhit had no choice, the heavy crates on the boat were more seductive than the scorching sun that was beginning to recede. As a beginner, he claimed to be overwhelmed when lifting the crates. No matter also the man tattooed cobra snake on his arm that often laughs at him.

At dusk, Radhit saw a sudden crowded circle of campgrounds. The bonfire was set up here and there. People came, some burned some of the fish, some jumped up and showed off the catch that day. They make some seafood as a delicious dinner.

The man tattooed the cobra devoured his share, "Where did he start?" ask him while holding a plate of food and a medium jug.

"What's Sanfoon related to?" ask Radhit back.

The snake-tattooed man frowned, "Sanfoon?! Mmm...," then continued his sentence, "Fishermen only hunt fish, but sailors are more than that, even though both work at sea. Expeditions, fleets, naval warfare units, then called sailors," the occasional man tattooed a cobra dabbled because of the spicy taste that plagued his tongue to add more. The look on his face offered the same delicacy to invite Radhit to eat his share as well, "Eat a little though! It's so delicious!"

"Thank you, but I can't wait to hear the story!" pinta Radhit doesn't care about a plate of rations.

The snake-tattooed man sat next to Radhit who was impatient to hear everything he wanted to know, "My name, Anseno Gawungliat. Seno. I used to be a sailor, more precisely the Marine Force Soldier of the Northern Maritime Border sector Kertanayam. But now, I am just a fisherman living on the coast of this narrow village in the eyes of the world! If you want to meet a sailor, I mean a former sailor, then you've found the answer. Then what do you want to know about Sanfoon?"

"Where is that?" ask Radhit. The man who claimed to be Seno, understood the laughter as he looked at Radhit's heartwarming mimic, "Mr Seno, where is it?" re-question Radhit dampened the laughter of the man tattooed with a cobra who claimed to be named Seno.

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