THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 2e: Teach the Skilful Skillet of Waras

The cart moved away from the tree, where four villagers were hiding.

"Allahu Akbar's. Apparently, Lurah Rejo knows where we are here. How great is the science of this young man" said Syuaibi.

Four people in the tree shifted their seats very carefully and without making a sound, in order to see clearly from the top of the tree, what would happen.

Rejo just stopped his wagon at a safe distance from the tree. While the members were chasing from behind.

Rejo immediately moved to the back of the wagon. Rejo opens the horses, in the wagon.

"I have reminded you. Don't make me angry. Because, if I'm angry, I can't control myself, and I don't know what happens to you all. Really."

But the members of the begal were already visibly angry, after seeing some of their friends cornered rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.

While the hordes of thugs were blocking in the distance, immediately scuttled closer, once knowing from a distance, some of their friends were knocked down by the enemy with a single hit.

Not only that, the group of archers also came closer.

They probably had never experienced anything like this before. Coordination is weak. This makes their movement chaotic.

Not so long ago, all the members of the begal had swarmed the cart.

"Where is your leader. This is my last warning. Never disturb Sugih Waras Village again. The choice is not much. Answer me now, or you will have to face me. And I reiterate again, don't make me angry. If I am angry, I cannot put the brakes on my murderous lust. I don't realize what's going to happen to you all."

"Ah. Children assaulted," said a person standing slightly behind.

He was presumably the leader, as Rejo felt a considerable amount of inner power, as he spoke. His appearance was quite scary too. He was clad in a live cobra the size of an adult.

"Oh, so you're this begal leader. You are the one who should be***** first. Don't tell your men to die in vain!" yell Rejo defiantly.

However, due to obedience to the chairman, the begal men immediately attacked the besieged wagon.

As promised, Rejo did not get off the wagon.

Dozens of people who attacked with various sharp weapons, faced Rejo by using a bamboo drawstring.

"Track... truck... truck...!"

Bamboo fights against various weapons of metal origin.

Instead of the bamboo breaking, it could even make dozens of attackers stagger.

The four people watching, holding their breath, immediately exhaled loudly, in shock. They did not expect, a piece of bamboo shaved about the size of a pinky, can withstand sabetens, machete, fend off the impact. It can even make the assailant stagger, even if only my weapon comes into contact with the bamboo.

"Don't make me angry! Don't you know, some of your friends I beat easily. Don't make me angry!" shout Rejo.

In fact, with the ability of his inner power, although not down from the cart, Rejo can shift the cart towards the begal leader. Horse pulling cart, inevitably go sideways.

While sliding the cart with the power in it, Rejo also repelled and and retaliated against the attacks of the begal men.

Rejo's goal was to face off against the leader of the begal who had his neck wrapped around the cobra.

"This is the last warning, don't make me angry. If I am angry, I cannot control my strength. You can all be victims. Remember, after all my request, never disturb the residents of Sugih Waras Village. That's all."

However, the members of the begal still scuttle forward, although some members have been cornered on the ground, because of injuries.

Members of the Begal even more fiercely attacked. It was as if they wanted to avenge their friends in pain.

However, on the sidelines of fending it off, Rejo felt his tailbone start to warm. Rejo.

"Go away. You guys get out of here. Quick...quick... I am no longer able to control myself," cried Rejo expel the begal who attacked him.

Unfortunately, none of the Begal members believed, and continued to attack Rejo.

Not wanting to fall victim, when his ferocious science mastered the body of wadag, Rejo immediately sat cross-legged, regulating the breath. And he paid no heed to the attacks that were pointing at his body.

Several sabers hit Rejo's back and arm.

But, Rejo remained seated cross-legged, regulating the breath, so that the ferocious knowledge stored in the tailbone did not spread and rule over him.

A few more boos about Rejo's body.

Blood spurting.

But, it's too late.

The ferocious science of the heritage of the Swadaraya Rishis has mastered the body of Rejo.5

Rejo got up with red-lighted eyes.

The four people on top of the tree were shocked, scared, and shuddered.

Even the bamboo that Rejo was holding turned into a flash of fire, as if it was burning.

"Arrrrggghhhhhhh!"

Rejo yelled loudly.

There was a burst of fire coming out of his mouth.

Rejo bounces off the wagon.

Blazing eyes make opponents flicker.

But, it's too late.

Rejo was not aware of what he was doing.

The fire-bamboo was aimed at his enemies.

Not just injuring, bamboo is able to split the body, behead, and sever the limbs.

It didn't take long, almost all the members were killed in a terrible way.

The rest, immediately ran as fast as they could.

However, Rejo, who is possessed by the killing intent of this malignant science, continues to pursue and does not give anyone who is there a chance to live. Those who ran away were killed in a very sadistic way.

The last to be the violence of this science is the begal leader. Although he gave a tremendous resistance, after all it finally fell after the cobra that wrapped around his neck was slashed into small fragments first.

In an instant, Rejo was alone, still holding his flaming bamboo weapon.

Four people in the tree were shaking. They were scared, even pissing on their pants.

I dare not move at all.

Moreover, with flaming eyes Rejo looked up his head towards the tree.

Without a sound coming out of Rejo's mouth. In fact, sometimes Rejo's breath can spout fire.

These four people are scared.

Until the early hours of the morning, then the flame in Rejo's eyes dimmed.

Before long, Rejo fell unconscious among the begal corpses.

Four people slowly descended from the tree, with fear.

Slowly they approached Rejo, and tried to shake his legs, ready to run.

However, Rejo completely fainted.

"Uuuufffhhhh! Terrible," whispered Syuabi.

The other three nodded.

"We better immediately make a big hole to bury all the members of this begal, and do not let any limb left behind. We let Mr. Lurah rest in the cart. I have faith, Mr. Lurah does not know what has just been done. For that, as soon as possible we bury all these bodies, then we bring Mr. Lurah to the village for us to treat," orders Syuaibi.

And so, these four people immediately made a huge hole with the tools at hand. It felt that the hole was enough to insert all the bodies, including the scattered limbs, immediately they buried the hole again.

As the sun was rising, Syuaibi invited the three of them to the emergency dawn prayer in clothes full of mud and blood.

After the dawn prayer that had begun to shine, they immediately run a cart to the river.

Carefully, they cleaned up the remnants of blood that had been splattered on the wagon, and replaced Rejo's clothes full of mud and blood, with clean clothes. They also cleaned the blood from Rejo's wounds.

After they were all clean of blood, the four of them drove the wagon towards the village.

Rejo hasn't been sober.

In fact, until at the mosque, Rejo was also not humanized.

Villagers who began to move, immediately disengaged their intentions to the rice fields, gardens or hunting, but they flocked to the mosque.

These four men had agreed to bury the horrible story last night. They immediately treated Rejo's wounds, with mashed medicinal plant leaves.

Because of the pain of this wound, Rejo made a kiss.

"Lho, am I here?"

"True, Nak Lurah," replied Syuaibi, and indeed the three of them agreed, only my Syuaibi spoke.

"What about the problems I face?"

"Oh, they all ran away, "Shuaibi replied, trying to lie.

"Lho's? How could you know, when it was just me and begal?" ask Rejo to investigate.

Syuabi laughed as he scratched his head.

"It's been found out...."

"What knowledge?"

"This is Nak Lurah, at that time I intended to help Nak Lurah, for that I hid in a tree near the begal nak Lurah."

"Oh, so the father who was in the tree? I felt a human vibration in the tree, but, as far as I know, more than one. Anybody, other than Mr Syuaibi?"

The three people immediately bowed respectfully, while trembling.

"So, the four of you are in the tree?"

"Right, Mr. Lurah," replied Syuaibi.

"Why are the three of them shaking so?" ask Rejo to Syuaibi.

Syuaibi panted for a moment. Soon he thought hard to find the answer.

"We are not fighters, we are not warriors. We are just ordinary people. Please understand that it's shaking, because of our fear."

"Others don't tremble? What's the matter, actually?"

Syuaibi.

The mood is silent.

Rejo was silent too.

"God willing, our village is safe. Nak Lurah after expelling them to the ridge, immediately fainted. Look at that Nak Lurah's body a lot of sabre wounds like that. It was a pretty fierce fight. It's only natural that Nak Lurah gets that much wound, for facing those begals alone."

Rejo looked at his body. It's full of wounds.

"So, gentlemen, don't worry if you travel at night around our village. The begals have been driven out by Nak Lurah," Shuaibi shouted to the villagers who crowded outside the mosque.

"Now, Mr. Lurah I will take care of, and please Mr. all mothers, go to the fields, to the garden or hunt."

So, the residents also dispersed.

The four who had no intention of helping, and Rejo who was lying down.

"Fathers, I feel something is covered up. Tell me the truth."

Three guys down. Syuaibi immediately spoke.

"Have we liked to lie all this time? And what is the benefit for us to lie to Nak Lurah. Isn't Nak Lurah our leader?" answer Syuaibi.

Rejo did not answer. Although in the heart still believe, there is a cover-up.

"Yes already. For a while, let me alone rest in the foyer of the mosque. Please gentlemen all go home. I'm really tired."

Rejo was then carried to the mosque.

After preparing the pedestal to lie down, until the blood that poured from Rejo's wounds did not contaminate the mosque, the four of them left Rejo.

Because very tired, all day Rejo did not wake up.

The worshippers of the obligatory prayers, no one dared to wake Rejo up. They only looked closely, whether Rejo was still breathing or not.

In fact, for entrepreneurs and congregation was recited softly, afraid that a loud sound would wake the Lurah.

Rejo just woke up after the dluhur prayer the next day.

The wound is drying out.

Rejo felt his body more refreshed.

The sun seems to have shaken.

"Sir, how long have I been asleep?"

"Son Lurah sleeps all day. We agreed not to wake Nak Lurah."

"So I left the prayer, from yesterday until now?"

"true."

"Well, then, I go back to the mosque again, to change my prayer."

Shortly after Rejo passed, three people came to the tree yesterday.

"Father, ask the Father for help, so as to convey to Nak Lurah. That is, so that Nak Lurah will teach the villagers here pencak silat, so that we can all take care of our village."

"Is that necessary?"

"If you see the fight yesterday, really, the science of Nak Lurah is not a random science. It would be nice if we-we also learned a little to take care of ourselves, take care of the family, and look after the village."

Because urged by three people, Syuaibi finally willing to convey to Rejo.

"Son, the three people who were yesterday in the tree, expected Nak Lurah to teach them and the villagers who wanted, one or two moves. They hope, able to take care of themselves, take care of the family and take care of the village."

"Is that necessary? Were all the fathers not taught by Kanjeng Syech Subakir?"

"No Son. We're just studying religion."

"alright. I want to teach, but that doesn't mean I'm better than all the fathers. Only, what I will teach is the moves to support sugih and to support sane, according to the name of our village.

"Just as for Rejo."

And, the ability of Rejo to teach this style was immediately reported to all villagers. Of course, the most enthusiastic were the four people who knew the reliability of Rejo's science.

After the Isya prayer, dozens of villagers who want to learn pencak silat, have been waiting for Rejo who is still wiridan.

Turns out, their shadow will get super strenuous exercise, unproven.

Rejo simply asked them to line up, then all stretched out his two arms. Every arm of it, kneaded Rejo with all his might. The average was squeezed to the bite of the lower lip as it endured the excruciating pain in the area that Rejo was gripping.

"It has. Now, I want to ask, who among the fathers works as farmers?"

Some people raised their hands.

"Alright, please come home. Don't forget, tomorrow morning keep hoeing each other's fields, or mow the grass."

The hunter was also told to go home. Rejo's message is that they will have to hunt tomorrow, and choose the animals they deserve to hunt. Rejo forbids hunting female animals, fearing that there are children who still need their protection.

Although confused about how to distinguish between male and female animals, these hunters eventually went home as well.

Only a few people lived, among them merchants, and woven makers.

"Well, gentlemen, because the activities of the father are not too draining. At this time, please go home, but, I ask you to walk first around our village, three times. Wanna walk please, wanna run please. Remember, three times. Tomorrow night after Isya prayer, bring everyone here. There are further pencak silat lessons," Rejo said.

The meeting broke up in a short time.

Tomorrow, all the enthusiasm present, because in their minds, will be trained pencak silat.

"How gentlemen? Have you all done what I suggested?"

"It."

They answered together, still excited.

"Did you feel the change?"

"No..."

The answer is still excited.

"I don't feel the change, do I?"

"Yes...it is the same, as before," replied one villager.

Mr. Syuaibi, who was also told to walk around the village three times, in his heart confirmed what the man was talking about.

"In fact, I do not feel any change, other than feeling tired because it goes far enough," said Syuaibi's heart.

"If you do not feel the change, it means tomorrow you do what I suggest again. Please find out what taste. Now disband."

All gawking.

Hope to get pencak silat lessons from the swordsman of Mount Tidar, instantly disappeared.

For the merchant, that very night, they walked around the village three more times.

The next day they're still doing what Rejo suggested. How not, because indeed hoeing menyabit is their daily work.

In fact, for hunters, also still carefully choose the male animal.

And after the prayer of Isha, they gathered again in the courtyard of the mosque.

"Hows it? What is it like yesterday, that is, not feeling any change?"

"Still the same. Still, we don't feel the change."

"If so, disperse, and do my advice again."

And so on for up to 10 days.

Residents also began to be lazy and hope to be trained pencak silat was lost.

On the eleventh night, gathered in the courtyard of the mosque, there were no more than a few people.

"Where are the other villagers?"

"They're lazy, son Lurah. Because, they hope to be trained pencak silat, but in fact Nak Lurah, only suggest work that has been routinely done every day. It is not even recommended that they continue to do so. The villagers felt played by Nak Lurah, but, to speak directly, they did not dare," Syuaibi said, representing some of the faithful gathered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Imam, I'm not lying. You should feel the change."

"We believe, Nak Lurah doesn't lie. But, when exactly were we trained in pencak silat?" ask Syuaibi.

"Already" replied Rejo.

"When?"

"We give you a name, Jurus Sugih Waras."

"When, Nak Lurah?" tanya Syuaibi.

"Yes, the fathers all do the daily work."

"Ah, q....?" ask Syuabi as if not believe it.

"The fathers all want proof? That the fathers all already have a mainstay style, namely Jurus Sugih Waras?"

Everybody nods.

Rejo then pointed to a father who was quite old.

"What father's name?"

"Neuro."

"Mother farming every morning?"

"Yes, Son."

"Okay, let's fight. I will not hesitate to hit Mr. Ngatijo as hard as possible. Please, Mr. Ngatijo also does not hesitate to hit me."

At first, Ngatijo did not want to. However, Rejo wants to really prove that they have actually mastered the new pencak silat science, which is named sane sugih.

Because it does not understand pencak silat, Ngatijo just stand in the middle of the court.

Rejo opens the line, and is ready to attack.

Some eyes tense. They did not think, Ngatijo the old, had to face against the swordsman of Mount Tidar.

Rejo attack.

Ngatijo just looked confused.

Rejo aimed at Ngatijo's head, sending a kick.

Apparently, Ngatijo suddenly squatted, as if in the position of mengabit grass.

Ngatijo himself was shocked, he could avoid Rejo's kick.

In fact, reflexively, Ngatijo's right hand, which seemed to be holding a scythe, targeted Rejo's left leg which was used for pedestal.

Rejo immediately turned away.

Ngatijo was shocked.

"Can you?"

Not to mention that he found the answer, Rejo immediately attacked the second time.

This time, a flat kick led to Ngatijo's head which was still in a squatting position.

Not to mention a flat kick landing onto Ngatijo's head. He's bouncy. His position was exactly like that of another person sitting on a rice field plow.

In fact, Ngatijo's two hands clenched, threatening Rejo's head. Just like hand-hoeing.

All eyes wide. It was impossible for Rejo to avoid Ngatijo's blow.

Is correct.

Rejo finally decided not to dodge, but used two hands as a shield.

"Brake!"

The sound blared very loudly, as Rejo and Ngatijo's hands clashed.

Rejo slammed backwards, Ngatijo was thrown and rolled around.

All flabbergasted.

In fact, it was only stunned to see Ngatijo complaining in pain.

Rejo immediately ran towards Ngatijo. Rejo exerted his inner strength, and incised in some parts of this old body.

Before long, Ngetijo could sit down, with a breath of frenzy.

Everyone immediately followed Ngatijo, then sat around.

"Fathers already know the evidence. Mr. Ngatijo who is only a farmer turns out to be able to pencak silat, a unique style, which we give the name of sane sugih. In fact, the energy in Mr. Ngatijo is quite large."

"Yes, son lurah. We are also surprised that Ngatijo can demonstrate such a unique movement. We now believe," Syuaibi said.

And so, that night, those few people, were excited to train until midnight.

The movement that appeared was quite unique. Some are just like people sabbiting, plowing, running around like chasing a quarry, there are even just walking sometimes fast sometimes slow.

What is clear is that they have high confidence, that within them flows energy, and mastery of new styles.

And the next day, the fight between Mbah Ngatijo and Lurah quickly spread throughout the village. Even stories tend to be exaggerated. Of course, this has a positive impact.

The next night, people were excited to practice.

Rejo smile.

"Fathers of all, the best defense is submission to Allah. All the pencak silat movements that we call this sane sugih style, are purely natural movements, such as the movement of the time the father worked. Mr. Ngatijo has proven himself. And now, we will hone a new style that does not have this movement, into a reliable defense style to secure our families, our villages, and our religion" Rejo said.

The villagers were excited.

Each exercise, always done fighting between people with different jobs.

Farmers are fought against hunters, traders are fought against hunters, or hunters are fought against traders.

The movements that appear are unique and natural, but all contain a considerable amount of energy. In fact, combat tends to be a war of inner strength rather than physical blows and kicks.

The villagers finally found their own movements to kick, hit, deflect, evade. All movements are not the same between one person and another.

And the longer, the movements that appear more practical and on target. Sane sugih moves really cannot be imitated. For someone very strong in the punch, but weak in the kick or vice versa.

It can be said, almost all residents of Sugih Waras Village master the style of Sugih Waras, but, they have different characters, movements, and internal energy strengths. The consequences are clear, the fear begins to erode.

They trained for up to a few years under Rejo's supervision. In fact, some people diligently go to the fields or hunt, making them begin to feel the presence of subtle creatures. And they are also increasingly engrossed in communicating with the dedemits around the village. So, there is no reason for villagers to fear dedemit.

Plant-destroying animals were reluctant to patronize the garden, rice fields of Sugih Waras village, This is because the speed of running villagers is extraordinary. They can repel destructive animals, can even kick it.

Another effect of this strange science, there are some people who have the talent to cure diseases through internal energy distribution. Complete already barokah given Allah swt to the village Sugih Waras.

Plants are safe from animal disturbances, the dedemites are frightened, and the population is sane, because in the village there have been several healers. In fact, these healers developed their knowledge of medicinal plants.

Finding all of this, makes Rejo happy.