The Swordsman of Bloon

27

The Kelana sculptor took a short breath. He then sat back in front of the marble stone statue that glittered in the sun.

Suro Blondo rubbed his sweaty forehead. He now became doubtful whether he should meet the old sculptor or pass? But considering that he had nothing to do with this strange man. Not long after that, he decided to pass. But just a few steps he left his hiding place, suddenly a voice called out to him.

"Hey... the young man looks good! Since you peeked there, come no excuse now go not greet. You're really a human to lol who doesn't know density!"

"Eeh... die me...!" Suro Blondo scratched the back of his head. Then her witty smile expanded.

"How is this, the grandfather apparently knew of my presence. Really am! Even though his eyes are old, they are not yet. I'd better get close, ah...!"

With a smile, Suro Blondo came over. Arriving in front of the sculptor Kelana while menjura respect. His body bent so much that it almost touched the ground.

"I'm sorry, old man. For coming did not greet and wanted to leave but was discovered...."

"Good go block! When did I marry your grandmother? As if you were calling me grandpa?!" Kelana sculptors grunt. As was his custom this time, he did not turn away from his work.

"Then shall I call you, Mbah, Engkong, Buyut, a wrinkled old man or a strange stone-carving man?" suro Blondo said while holding back a laugh.

The slightest expression of the Kelana Sculptor's face showed no change at all. Only his face was slightly tilted. Until their views meet.

Suro Blondo aka Swordsman Blo'on stepped back, his lips that almost smiled now tightly clenched. How bright the eyes of the old man in front of him looked so dignified. The young man felt not strong to linger staring at him. He then turned towards the statue. This young man was even more amazed after seeing how good the stone sculpture carving was. His chest field, the muscles in the body of the moonlit statue symbolized a mighty youth. Only this young man became embarrassed himself when looking at the bottom of the belly of the statue. There is excess meat there. And the flesh looked tense the size of a baby's arm, uprightly drawn facing the sky.

"Let's! This statue is beautiful. But why should por no be made?" Suro Blondo grinned, then scratched his head.

"Buck! I'm asking you to stop your babbling, keep your mouth shut and don't smile like a madman in front of me!" snapped Sculptor Kelana.

Suddenly the sound of Suro Blondo's laughter exploded. His stomach was shaken as he tried to hold back the laughter.

"Shut up...!" the thunderous clash stopped Blo'on Swordsman's laughter instantly.

"You who?"

"My name is Suro Blondo, Cake!" sahut Pendekar Blo'on's.

"Do you have a title?"

"My title.. ah how, yeah...!" Suro Blondo scratched the back of his head repeatedly.

"Tell me if you have a title or a nickname!" insist the Sculptor Kelana while watching the young man in front of him with a frown.

"I'm Blo'on's Swordsman...!" answer's plain.

"Want! Looks like you've proven that you're a young man to lol. Lately I have heard your name! Oh yes... would you like if I gave this statue to you?"

Suro Blondo was shocked.

Merchant Bergola Mungkur only intended to buy the statue with two gold bags rejected by the Sculptor Kelana. It's impossible now that Suro Blondo can take it. After all, he was not interested in all sorts of sculptures, even though the work of the Kelana Sculptor was great and near perfect without flaws and flaws.

"How's it?"

"Well, I'm not interested in your statue, Kek." replied the young man, firmly.

"Why? Is this statue not good, do you think?"

"The statue is good. But I dare to accept this precious gift." replied the plain young man.

"Hmm, it turns out that even though you look to lol, but you are a pretty clever young man. Apparently you know that every beauty we see does not always promise goodness. Beautiful appearance is not necessarily heart and personal beautiful. It does not always reflect the heart. So you really don't want to accept my gift?"

Suro Blondo shakes his head.

"Are you not sorry if I give it to someone else?"

"If it's your will, why would I regret it?"

"If I have one request for you, do you want to carry it out?" ask the Kelana Sculptor.

"Depends on the bad of the request. If you tell me to steal, who would. If you tell me to rob, of course I'm kapok. If your request is good and I am able to do it, I would be happy to run it."

The sculptor Kelana smiled, but only for a moment. Other times his attitude has changed seriously.

"Go to Bumi Ayu...!"

"Heh.... Earth Ayu?"

"What's in there?" suro Blondo did not understand.

"You're not worth asking!"

"Damn. This old man is very proud. He told me to leave, but didn't want to tell me what to do there?" grunts Swordsman Blo'on.

"I wouldn't leave if I didn't know what to do there...!" said Pendekar Blo’on finally with a feeling of annoyance.

"Ha ha ha...! You seem to be suspicious of me too. You need to know, that the merchant who bid my statue earlier is a rich man who has used others to take gold seeds on Bumi Ayu! Almost every day many of them die miserably. Their bodies were thrown away, until the place was buried with carcasses. It's your job, Suro, to stop them. If your efforts succeed. Then you must also eliminate merchant Bergola Mungkur. Because he's the mastermind of all their suffering."

"Why didn't Grandpa kill him?"

"Hmm, I did deliberately give the opportunity to fix the football. I'm not killing anyway."

"But against those two ugly an jing tails why can Grandpa do it...?"

"That's because of the clamor, and they were indeed deliberately looking to die!"

Suro Blondo had his sweaty forehead.

"One thing you must remember! If you've managed to stop them. Then you should look for me!"

"For what?" ask the Blo'on Swordsman astonished.

"Now it's not time for me to explain it to you. Later if your task has been completed."

"All right, now I beg you" said the young man. The sculptor Kelana nodded his head while looking at the departure of the Blo'on Swordsman

*

The two young black-haired horsemen seemed to be competing with each other towards the Bumi Ayu area. Look at those who are in a hurry. It seems clear that they are carrying out a quite important task.

During the night they were riding horses, as if not tired at all. They stop if they are really tired. Indeed, if you think about the distance they traveled between Kuningan and Bumi Ayu quite far. So that in a week of travel several times they were forced to spend the night in the forest.

The sun has started to lean in the western horizon by the time they enter the area of Bumi Ayu. It was the last place that was the target of their pursuit.

"We'd better spend the night here, Kakang!" said one of the young men. His white clothes were soiled with dust. The young man's face also looked exhausted.

"Our distance from the excavation caves is very close. I believe the young men from Kuningan who were kidnapped by the executioners until now have not undergone forced labor! How about we just go ahead?"

"Sapala's Back! Kakang must remember that the executioner who guards the forced workers is not small in number. I'm sure they have a very high average intelligence. We need time to gather energy that is drained during the trip. If there are no transverse arals tomorrow morning we can continue this journey."

"Alright, Panji. If that's what you want, this time I can obey it...!"

Sapala and Panji who had been known as the Swordsman Twins in Kuningan area immediately came down from the back of his horse. A little later they started looking for a suitable place to spend the night.

"Hhuimm. is to lol, if men sleep with men. If you don't have a mental disorder, the person must be crazy!"

Panji and Sapala looked in shock when they heard the voice of a woman who seemed to come from all directions.

"Eeh... Did you hear that, Panji?" ask Sapala.

"That girl's voice?"

"Yes....!"

Sapala then looked around. Strange besides the big trees he saw nothing there.

"Look!" The banner suddenly pointed to one of the tree branches. When Sapala looked in that direction. Then he was shocked. On one of the tree branches he saw a girl in purple. Her face is beautiful. His body was densely plump behind a very thin clothing conspicuously. The girl immediately smiled flirtatiously at them. Her lips were deliberately wet with her tongue.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" ask the girl who is none other than Mustika Jajar or famous by the nickname 'Devil Female From Hell'.

Sapala and Panji looked at each other. Then the two turned their steps and were about to pass away leaving Mustika Jajar who was still sitting quietly on top of the tree branch. But just three steps, suddenly felt the wind hit their faces. Panji and Sapala were two steps back. As young warriors, they were immediately alert to guard against all possibilities. But the girl in purple clothes who was now standing in front of them instead smiled alluringly.

"You guys are wrong. I meant to ask you guys something!" said the girl. While bending her head, so that it shows both her white breasts smoothly poking out.

"Who's Nisanak?" tanya Panji was suspicious.

Mustika Jajar smiled. How his smile caused a jolting sensation. But only by exerting energy in, both Panji and Sapala can eliminate all that influence.