Three Swordsman
Episode 22
CHAPTRE 22
It's at the Delayed Wedding
No one noticed, no one noticed, a handsome young man with curly hair, with the pull of a cynical smile was present in this crowd.
Baskoro, sipping news, about Kinanti, Paramitha, Ki Gompala and his future opponent candidates.
Once he felt enough, he passed without congratulating the two happy brides.
***
Two female twins like a betel on the other two were present there. Same goal, same plan.
Larasati and Nyi Puspa Sagopi.
If it wasn't in such a crowd there would have been someone who recognized them both.
Two-two dazzling beauties, will definitely stand out.
With the attention focused on the two brides alone, they managed to infiltrate this event.
Only the eyes of the basket will not let go of flirtatious and seductive eyes, steal glances, even steal - stealing know.
The two women passed by without congratulating them, feeling that their goal had been achieved.
Measuring and recognizing the strength of his opponent. Nyi Dyah Puspa and the warriors" shit "that.
***
There was also a person who was tall and thin, with a headband belonging to a stranger, like a turban wrapped around his head.
That turban, hiding his bald head.
His face and skin were no longer as red as they once were. The body is not as big as it used to be.
The only thing that was red was the look in his eyes. Keep the bubbling and the turmoil of revenge.
Eight years ago, he experienced the misery of losing and getting hurt inside, escaping, hiding himself, treating his injuries.
Yes, Hurstu Bhumi, priest red face. Turned into a pale face now.
Puncture wound study Jari Sakti Inti Eclipse, which changes the physical and heart that burns vengeance like this.
It's time to take revenge.
And this is the first step, infiltrating and inserting the news, the existence of his enemies.
Linga, Santika, and the demon Denawa.
He returned to the land of Asoka, carrying a terrible grudge.
In the party crowd
There's a vortex of grudge
The air and the murderous air are pouring out
But all are unaware
All late in the party
Hurstu Bhumi left the party satisfied.
He had congratulated the bride and groom before his great enemies.
No one recognized him.
He was greeted with respect, because he was thought to be a representative of the Foreign Country who gave congratulations and gifts.
***
The joy party is over.
Happiness belongs to both the bride and groom. Which has been united by a sacred bond.
Feelings of love to have each other, give each other, be happy and share in each other's suffering.
For how long Lingga, stay in the palace of Commander Banara.
The time came when he had to bring Paramitha, according to the agreement he took with regard to the gift he received from His Majesty.
His Majesty gave gifts, ranks, lands and residences near the palace.
Because Lingga was appointed as a warlord in place of Banara, who had been appointed as Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Asoka.
Rank, possessions, residences, all abandoned. By pleading and asking for forgiveness, Lingga refused his grace.
Initially, His Majesty, feeling angry got the rejection of Linga.
However, by the persuasion of Prince Ludiro, who had actually reminded of the possibility of Linga's refusal, the King was able to accept wisely.
The phallus receives only one gift, the King being its guardian. And that was considered more than enough for him.
And the time had come, he had to bring Paramitha to live with him in the Valley of Waiting.
Because after they got married. Ki Denawa and Nyi Mayang got married.
Without celebration, the two have also been united with a sacred bond.
And Nyi Mayang went with Ki Denawa to live in the Valley of Death.
***
Time goes by quickly.
The Sun and the Moon alternately fulfill their respective roles.
Season after season, rolling non-stop.
Life is constantly changing and galloping tirelessly.
Everything has changed.
Three years is time to go without turning away.
Life in Asoka is so beautiful. Calm, peaceful without any turmoil.
Or are there hidden embers.
Waiting for the right time.
Waiting for the moment that cannot turn around.
Ready to burn Asoka once again?
***
The Valley of Waiting.
A house that was once simple. Now it looks bigger, neat and beautiful.
Three years ago, the house was restored and rebuilt.
The old Mahogany tree, which was a huge height, was still there.
Let it live, for this tree has been a witness, the ebb and flow of love.
The rising tide of love and longing.
Eternal witness of love who never knew the seasons.
Eternal witness of love who never knew caste.
Love that is ready to receive and love that is ready to give.
***
This morning, the terrace of the mansion was still empty.
Then the people who go to the fields or to the fields have not stopped from morning.
Since Lingga and Paramitha, lived there. The slopes of the Samara Mountains become a bustling Dukuh.
In addition to its fertile soil, the shaman, is a safe and peaceful shaman.
Suddenly there was a shrill shriek scattering from the front door. And ran towards the Mahogany tree.
A little girl in all red clothes, her face was beautiful and cute. Screaming leaped and moved agilely, while playing a small wooden sword in his hand.
This cute little girl, not even age, three years, but already has the basis of silat movement. See how to hold a sword, is one of the moves, the Merciful Lotus Sword.
Pramesti is the name of the cute boy, the daughter of Lingga with Paramitha.
" Hiaat.hiaat.hiaat," he shouted shrillly, while shaking his sword.
Very funny move.
Very funny how he behaves.
His braids wobbled, as he gleamed under the Mahogany tree.
His cry awakens a lazy Drekuku bird.
Surprised, flapping its wings flew towards the West.
Towards the West!
What's the incident there?
Seriate...
Hastu Bhumi Appears Again
Mount Panca consists of five peaks that have different colors.
Green, Black, Blue, Purple and White. The highest peak is white and always shrouded in mist.
No one, could come back down from the peak of White.
It goes up, never comes down.
Can come down, won't survive.
Down the bloody wound, torn limbs. Decreased intoxication, and various other reasons. Descending in exhaustion, shortly thereafter, death was picked up.
Most often, the ride does not go down anymore. Missing...do not know where?
This mysterious place was chosen by Santika and Kinanti to raise Ganesha.
A place that was dangerous, yet became the safest place for the three of them!
***
Mount Panca is still towering covered in fog.
Unlike the situation at the top of White which is always covered in fog, it turns out there is a small part of a brilliant place in the morning sunlight, only covering an area of ten square meters. The fog is faint, here.
The wind roared, rolling. His voice was like the cry of a being from another world.
Hit the trees, the bushes, the creaks, the whistles of racing each other, heading to one point.
A human figure sitting on a flat stone.
Comedy!
Silent, sculpting, dissolving in
self-surrender, fused with nature. His body shimmered a dazzling blue color in the sunlight.
Contrast with a misty white background.
Santika dissolves in surrender to the Almighty.
Absorbs natural energy freely.
***
Meanwhile, behind the secluded Little House.
At the end of the flat ground, not far from Santika meditated.
I saw a boy almost ten years old.
His body was medium height, his face was round handsome. Pinched nose. His lips are always smiling.
His eyes were clear twinkling, his skin was white with choppy hair.
I am practicing the science of silat flute. Horses steady. His movements are agile, and deft.
The thrust of the flute, and the hemisphere of the flute made a sound like the scream of a small dragon flying through the sky, playing with the clouds that were marching.
Shadow Science of Life-Activating Flute, in play. All the moves and development are perfect in the brush.
Movement matures. There remains a deep energy that travels that style, which still has to be trained.
Even so, it will not be easy for people to beat the funny boy who is always smiling.
His nature and disposition are compared inversely with his father, Santika, the Blue Flute Swordsman, who is serious, rarely smiles.
Ganesha, likes to laugh, likes to smile, loves to joke and tease.
A trait passed down by Kinanti, her mother. The one who was accompanying Ganesha practiced by sitting beside the house.
Kinanti the Angel of the East, looks more mature. Her age is increasing, but her beauty is not fading.
More beautiful and shining.
A happy life made her smile all the time, and her face was always beaming.
His long black hair was rolled with a red silk rope, matching his trademark red rose decoration.
The brilliant white clothes contrasted with the ornaments, hair straps, and red scarves that coiled around her slender waist.
That red scarf is the flagship weapon. Who raised her name as a female warrior.
She smiled happily, saw her son who was diligent in training and from a distance saw her husband meditating.
Mount Panca, this time very quiet. Even the sweet sun is brilliant. Divides its rays with a million warmth.
However, the voice of the animal that usually fills the silence with his screams and chirps, this time is not heard.
Only the sound of wind!
Nature gives us signs?
***
Mount Panca is a place that just anyone can't just come and go.
A very dangerous place.
In addition to many steep ravines, unstable ground conditions, hidden natural traps. Hiding poisonous animals, smoke or poisonous water.
Even the plants live there, many are poisonous.
It's not easy to get to that place.
***
But on that silent morning, from the west side of the mountain.
Right on a steep and dangerous cliff, there are four color points, blue, yellow, green and white, moving quickly up the mountain of Panca.
Four uninvited guests, patronizing Santika's residence.
High-headed guests.
With agile, as if already accustomed to facing the steep terrain of travel and steep slopes.
The one dressed in white was tall skinny. It was Hrastu Bhumi, and the other three were his new relatives.
Which he found in his hideout, when he was seriously injured by Lingga the Jari Sakti.
Hiding across the far side of Asoka Country.
On an island, what is really an iceberg that appears on the surface of the sea.
The contours of the land are steep, steep, and covered in eternal snow.
Long-distance prick of the Eclipse Core, disrupting its blood flow.
Change the structure inside his body. It's destroying the doubling, the energy in it.
The tribulation is so great.
For his life could be saved, by soaking in the crater of the snowy mountain.
He survived, but his physical and internal energy were reduced a lot.
His body became thin. His supreme scientist who was able to transform himself into a giant and study the Death Gasing, was no longer able to be neatly.
Decreased strength. But his grudges were getting higher and higher touching the sky.
Linga, Denawa and Santika, are names that always make nightmares during their hiding.
He must take revenge. Whatever happens.
So after he was healed, although his power was reduced a lot, he sought reinforcements. The Perverted Figures of the Island, with the lure of treasure.
Hrastu Bhumi is rich.
He had found a treasure on one of his adventures. The treasure is hidden. And now it's used to lure its new cramp.
With a speed beyond reason, the four of them, secretly managed to reach the top of White Mountain.
From the results of the investigation of Hurstu Bhumi, the road up that was taken was the hardest road. The safest way.
There are no toxic and dangerous natural traps.
Why was Santika chosen as the first target?
Brastu Bhumi, thinks Santika is the weakest enemy. Moreover, he helped his relatives, which he chose, not the petty criminals.
Once in Santika, he planned to defeat Denawa. And lastly, the Linga, which has interjected, until it is like this.
***
The heat and air warms the body. All natural energy is perfectly absorbed by Santika.
All that energy, used to perfect the lesson of Grief Breaker Love.
In his quiet silence, suddenly a bad feeling hit his awareness.
Especially when he heard the screams of a fight, and the whistling sound of a shawl belonging to his wife Kinanti.
As fast as the lightning in the blue flute in front of him. His body flashed like a meteor, darting away carrying a white light. He immediately began to recite the teachings of the Grief Breaker Love, by flowing the style, Bianglala Pursuer of the Spirit.
His feelings tell him that there are formidable enemies invading his residence.
***
Earlier..
" Ha.ha.ha..a.a beautiful woman, do you remember me?," Hurstu Bhumi and his three relatives appeared before a very surprised Kinanti. From behind the steep and steep ravines can appear strange people.
Sure, they're high-headed. And meant badly.
There was no guest, who came to see you in the back.
Kinanti recalled who this pale-faced, thin-skinned man was. His loud laughter seemed to have heard it. Forget to remember.
" Hey boy who is that curvaceous, waduh.pampai shiny anyway," views Hurstu Bhumi, interested in Ganesha who practices silat.
" Hiya.ayo attack, Uncle Hurstu,.hiaatt..," Hurstu Bhumi bounces towards Ganesha.
Waging an attack, really.
Kinanti was surprised when she heard the pale thin man claiming to be Hurstu Bhumi.
Ohh..Kinanti looked in shock. Hrastu Bhumi, the rebel. His laughter is as he knows it.
With Kinanti's whip bounces towards Ganesha, trying to save his son. But it was a step too late.
The beautiful woman in green clothes was menor, preventing her movements. Because suddenly from behind his back, he was tossed with a whip tail nine like the hands of a poisonous octopus.
Quickly..
Kinanti shook her red scarf, firing at the attack from the strange woman dressed in extinct green. The woman armed with the poisonous nine-tailed whip.
Her face is beautiful, but her makeup is very menor. Fun.
Every movement of the nine-tailed whip, always published a disgusting and poisonous fishy smell. The Nine-Tailed Beautiful Demon Remona, the cramp of Hurstu Bhumi, attacked ferociously.
Kinanti, his concentration is either to attack, defend himself or he saves Ganesha.
Ganesha who is practicing silat, successfully caught by Hurstu Bhumi who turned tall bald pale skin, dressed in loose white!
Hrastu Bhumi managed to subdue Ganesha,
" Ha.ha.ha. Look at your mother, she'll be dead soon, "the laughter is terrible, and the grip on Ganesha's long hair is tightening.
Ganesha, hanging in the clutches of Hrastu Bhumi. The boy was apparently.
Kinanti is getting desperate.
Seriate..
