The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 23: The Attack In The Forest

“I thank you for taking me on this case. Maybe my strength and the royal badge I carry will make it easier for you to solve this problem. I trust you entirely, master swordsman,” said Hagung.

With a smile Raka said, “Really, there is an opas master here, I think we will more easily solve the complexity of this problem.”

“Master rest. Let me keep watch,” said Hagung Koswara.

Raka nodded while taking out a striated cloth that she had always carried under the cloak. Hanung noticed this and he asked. “What do you bring under your cloak? Why not just put it on horseback?”

“Haha. I don't always carry a horse, so all my needs are under this cloak. It should be arranged in such a way as not to look thick. There is a thin cloth for the bedding. There are pills and medicinal herbs. Then a little money. I usually buy a change of clothes if I stop by in a city. There are also underwear as well as body hygiene tools.”

“Only the robe is always worn continuously, but the white color is always brightly luminous. What's the secret?” ask Hagung.

“Nothing. Haha. People say I was born to flower. Always fragrant, always neat and clean. I don't know,” he laughs at his own words that he considers ridiculous.

Harum Sukma lay staring at the stars. He breathed trying to release the burden of thought. Hagung Koswara seemed to be drowning with her own thoughts.

The wind makes the night colder. The dense trees made the atmosphere look more gloomy.

“Tonight we cannot rest,” said Sukma Harum.

“Oh? You're guessing we're gonna have guests?”

“Just by stopping here I'm actually waiting for their arrival.”

“Why?” ask Hagung in wonder.

“Because they came for you, not for me,” explained Raka.

“Hmmm..,”

“By killing you, they wish they could drop my name even more. That I've kidnapped the opas master and killed him.”

“Yes. I can guess.”

“Yang menuber here of course not only the group of men si “hantu” only. But also the people of the martial world who want to get the reward of my arrest.”

“Yes. I hear now all the silat colleges are issuing a contest for your arrest. Each race to give each other a bigger prize,” said Hagung.

“So I have a stratagem.”

“What is it?”

“If those people all come, you're the one who has to explain all these problems. Prominent opas like you will certainly be heard by people.”

“Good.”

“But I am sure that some of them are using your explanation as slander that I conspired with you.”

“Hmmm, could be.”

“They are the ones who will attack you.”

“They can try” said Hagung with sparkling eyes.

“Oh, they won't dare. You just said that they could kill you, but the Eight Eyes of the Wind Unity would not remain silent. They'll investigate your death. And they never fail in the task.”

“Good. Very good,” he feels proud Sukma Harum praised his unity.

“After that these people will definitely use subtle ways to seduce you. If it fails, they will decide to make a little fuss,” said Sukm Harum.

“And in the middle of that commotion something will happen, right?” ask Hagung.

“Yes. According to my guess, there will be a dark killer who will attack you from behind this mess. Taking advantage in darkness and crowds.”

“Then what should we do?”

“I have a little idea. And we have to hurry. I can feel their steps approaching to this place.”

　

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The night is pitch black. The forest with trees is so thick. Even during the day, of course, this place is dark because sunlight is difficult to penetrate the trees. Only a graceful fire illuminated the place. The footsteps of several horses and dozens of these people had already begun to sound.

Before long they had arrived at the place where the bonfire was burning.

Hagung Koswara was standing behind Sukma Harum. Sdangkan Sukma Harum was sitting on his knees with his hands tied back. His eyes were covered with cloth. But his face was calm as if he was meditating.

Dozens of people had surrounded the two people. Their siege is not too tight, but do not expect anyone to get away with it.

“You know who I am?” ask Hagung Koswara.

“We know you're an opass from your shirt. But we don't care. That man had a great sin and we had a deep grudge. Leave it to us!” the man's orders.

Hagung Koswara did not flinch. He even pulled out a badge. Bronze badge with the seal of the Eight Eyes of Wind Union. Seeing that badge everyone was in that place so it was a bit of a jerk. This unity is the unity of the kingdom that most feared football. All of them contain straight and very honest people who hold very firm to the truth. Their knowledge is very high and they do not necessarily fail in the task. Even the kingdom of Pajajaran can be upright and famous in Nusantara, a little bit is thanks to their hard work.

Seeing this the leader of the group earlier then lifted and menjura. His attitude changed immediately. “Ah was apparently the opas master of the Eight Eyes of Wind Union. Mohom sorry this lily servant can't know anyone. Understandably it's dark here and the campfire isn't big enough. Meet Radika Satya's servant name. May I know the name of the honorable opas master?”

“My name is Hagung Koswara.”

“Oh, pour Hagung yourself. Oh, what a great fortune I could meet with opas lord Hagung. Ah, if so, I must make amends for this by escorting and guarding that Fragrant Sukma bastard all the way to the headquarters of the Eight Eyes of Wind,” said the person named Radika Satya with a sweet smile and a bowing attitude.

The siege still exists. It's getting closer.

“No need to bother, Mr. Radika. Harum Sukma has been cut off and I crippled. I'll be leaving early tomorrow. I dare not trouble you,” Hagung said.

“How dare we feel bothered. We hope to give something to the country. Maybe with this energy, we can do little for the country. Really no, guys?”

“Betu;! Aye! Akur!” said the group was enamored to ‘act to the country’

The crowd was only short, also their voices were not so jarring. But that little, narrow chance is an opportunity for a great killer to make a move. From behind the darkness, from behind the grove of pepohanan, darted 7 pieces of poisonous needles.

A very small and thin needle, like a tiny strand of baby hair. The lesion is very fast and impossible to follow by the human eye. Slide so fast towards Hagung Koswara!

But Sukma Harum is already on the move.

His left hand threw small pebbles towards the launch of the poison needle attack. His right hand releases the bar.

A golden barn that never disappoints its owner. Because if I'm let go then I never miss the target.

Is it really that great as I am, or is it the hand that throws it so powerful?

No one can answer that. Because if the seven poisonous needles were to glide mercilessly, without sound, and without warning, then comparing them to the darting barren was like comparing the earth and the sky.

I streaked so quietly, only a glimpse of the golden light that flashed. No one understands what happened. All so fast, so beautiful.

Like a shooting star that crosses the night sky. Beautiful but only for a moment. He disappeared before you realized what was happening.

Then I knew the sound of a thud. Like a jackfruit falling from a tree. That was the thumping sound of the body of the famous assassin who had just become a corpse.

Before the corpse fell, the shiny golden light had already returned to the hands of the Fragrant Sukma. The light is fleeting but burning.

Like love.

Without understanding love, no one can let go of me like that. So deep, so poetic. Even death felt so saddened by the fingers.

The besiegers understood what had happened. The attack needle has been slammed into the gravel. The owner of the needle had fallen from the top of the tree far away.

Harum Sukam has opened his blindfold.

“It is better that you all go,” he said calmly.

None of them disobeyed. The killer they rely on has******* so easily, let alone their souls? They realized, if the handsome man wanted to, then just move his finger then all of them in the blink of an eye would be******totally.

Radika Satya asked, “Is that Kujang Arka Kencana?”

“You can see it?” hagung Koswara asked in surprise, for he himself could not see it. He only saw a small splash of golden light.

Radika Satya shook her head, “I can only ‘feel it’.”

He felt very lucky to feel it. Because if his fate is not good, then he will not only ‘feel’ kujang it, but will also taste the death brought by that thing.

　

　

　

(Author Note:

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