The Desolate Wind Swordsman

Luka Nindiya

Nindiya. He sat on a rock and put both containers of water. The girl looked towards the clear river. He slowly shed his tears, remembering the grim events of his past. Painful indeed, when a child is experiencing events that frighten him.

"They were all killed. It's just me and grandpa." Nindiya could only immerse her face into both knees.

"I'm sorry ...." That's all that came out of the woman's mouth. Gayatri felt there was a point of sadness in Nindiya's heart. But he could do nothing for her.

But Nindiya was silent. Just heard the sound of his stuffing. Nehan saw it all. Then turned his gaze towards the clear river. She is the same as that girl. But it won't be that weak.

'What happened to that girl. Hopefully he will be fine, ' Ken said in his heart.

"The poor girl. What a pity your fate, son." The woman could not ask anything else. He could only be sad in his heart.

Nehan put the sword he carried to the ground. He headed towards the river where the water was very clear. Drink some refreshing water and don't forget to wash his face.

No words were issued. Because he doesn't talk much. The fish in the river were very abundant, because not everyone dared to step foot into the place. A river that flows quietly and makes the fish in it move freely.

It started fifteen years ago. When the entire population in Banyuasih village was slaughtered by warriors from the black stream. Not only did they kill, but they robbed and raped the women who were in the village. Leaving behind a very painful wound for Nindiya.

"Ehh, sorry, I'm leaving first. My grandfather is waiting for me at home." Nindiya moved from her seat. To leave the two who had just come to the bank of the clear river.

"Son, are you okay?" The middle-aged woman touched the hair on Nindiya's head. Although she did not know before, she was still a woman who had a daughter. Although she was also a female swordsman who was very cruel to opponents.

"Sorry Aunt, I have a need. Our house is not far from here. Aunty just go straight there, if you want to see me and grandpa. Aunty follow this path." Nindiya pointed to a place that showed the location of his grandfather's house.

"Thank you, son. Sorry to bother you at a time like this." The middle-aged woman let go of Nindiya, letting the girl go quietly.

"It's okay. I'm sorry." Nindiya left that place. Carrying water in a bamboo container and carrying grass in his right hand.

"The girl ... Nehan?" gayatri said with a sense of wanting to look towards the girl who had left.

"Yes, Auntie." Just a short word from Nehan to reply to his aunt. 'Could there be such a powerful person there?' he thought with his eyes.

"Do you like that girl? She's very pretty. He's good, too. isn't he, Nehan?" god Gayatri towards her nephew. He also saw that Nindiya was quite beautiful and he was also looking for a suitable match for the very quiet young man.

"Yes, Bi," replied Nehan briefly. Even if there is no feeling. But he focused on bringing the sword he had. It would be very difficult if it kept carrying the sword that kept it in constant danger.

"Auntie will propose to you. Do you want to go with him, Nehan?" Looking at Nehan sitting on a rock.

"As for Auntie." Nehan doesn't care about any of that. Getting married is okay with his age.

"Alright, aunt decided. After the break, we'll go to his house."

The woman smiled. Staring at the departure of Nindiya who walked through the path. While Nehan could only obey what the middle-aged woman said.

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Nindiya only saw for a moment. He put the water he brought to the container provided. A water barrel made of clay. It's in my pawon/stove. Then he put some firewood in. Then light a fire.

It didn't take long, the wood was burning. Nindiya was sitting not far from the furnace that was behind his house.

"Cute. I forget. You must be hungry, huh?" He saw the white rabbit who always accompanied him in his solitude. When my grandfather was not home.

"Here's the blanket. My cute bunny, muachh!" The girl kissed the rabbit she had caught.

Nindiya took the green grass. Give to the rabbit. Playing a game for a while. The rabbit that eats grass.

"Mr, mother ...." The faces of his parents he had not seen again. "Do you see me here? I miss you guys so much."

There are only a few memories that he remembers in his childhood. He played with both his parents. And that he never forgot in his life. Memory of the past, wounds previous when knowing people the condition of his village.

At that time, during the day when Nindiya was helping her mother cook, there was a voice shouting from outside. And people break down the door. Little Nindiya was scared and hugged her mother.

Some people carry sharp weapons. Some carried swords, machetes, celurites and some carried torches to burn houses in the village.

"Mother, I'm afraid" said little Nindiya. Hugging the mother who was always there for him. "Who are they?"

"Swimming, Son. I'll face them all. You hid in the closet first, Dad. You also do not cry. Whatever happens, you don't get out of the closet!"

"Mother, what's going on? Why are they so cruel?" The little girl looked before her eyes, the treatment of the black warriors, acting arbitrarily.

"Swimming, Son. Nindi the good boy who will be lucky too." Not wanting her daughter to see her die in front of her, the woman decides to hide her child.

"Brakkk!" The sound of the door being broken. Some of them had a violent face that destroyed anything he saw.

"Well, there's a beautiful woman here. Hey beautiful, will you come with me? Ahhaha!"

"It's a happy day for me. Look how beautiful she is. Hmmm .." muttered another swordsman, who seemed to be lulled by the dandy of the woman in front of him.

"Hohoohh .. I am willing to not sleep seven days and seven nights to have fun with you, beautiful women."

"Silence!" the woman snapped with a mounting rage. Also trembling with his fear.

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