TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 15's

Samurai Mats - 15

That night he explained his case to Datuk

Maruhun and his friends. But is there any point in all that? He knows that people

this village considers him a person who ”pointed horn”. The grandfather was

he has not been happy with her for a long time either. That's since he didn't care

his engagement to his girl named Renobulan. That's why he

choose to remain silent despite being cursed and cursed by the people of his village.

Now he's lying wounded. After feeling enough power he did not try

to rise. But he twisted his body while still lying down.

His head now faces the mansion where he was born and

raised. In the courtyard he saw the bodies of his father and mother lying still. Him

gathering energy. Crawl near them. Near his father's corpse

stop over. Get up and sit down. He looked at his father's open eyes

staring sky. He closed his father's eyes.

He felt ashamed for a long time being near his father's corpse. Shame about the difference

what a distance between him and his father. His father was a Penghulu

residents respected. A silat teacher who is rarely a match. But arriving at

he only brought disgrace to the good name of his father and family.

He remembered his father's words when he came down from the house. That is when he

calling mother. Mom, dad and brother were stunned on the stairs.

”You were born to be a mermaid. I'm sorry

having a child like you. You sold this country and its inhabitants

Japan is solely for money so you can gamble. Why don't you

all right now you're taking our heads for you to sell?”

His father's voice echoed again. He flinched in shock. His father must have been

heard it also from Datuk Maruhun or from others, about the encounter

they're on that secret target. Surely his father also guessed as expected

Datuk Maruhun and his friends, that he was the one who leaked the secrets of the target

that's for Japan. His heart was so hard hit.

Slowly he moved near his mother's corpse.

His mother's face was calm. His heart is broken. His head turned to the house.

At the window he saw the body of his brother still drooping. She wants to cry. However

he doesn't know how to cry for such a terrible catastrophe.

If one of his family dies, maybe he can cry.

But now their third. He is just a kara now. How he

have to cry over this accident? What kind of misfortune has

hit him, so to cry he doesn't know how?

Suddenly his mother's hand moved slowly. Very slowly. Yet he

see it clearly.

“Mother .” call her slowly while raising the head of a middle-aged woman

Heart's pounding. Long time no answer. But after that, the female eyelids

it opens. The woman licked the water on her lips. His hands slowly

uplifted. Swiping his son's cheek.

“Mother ..”

“Bungsu. . You now live alone son. Carefully take care of yourself. .”

The woman stopped. Back to licking the water on her lips. Then sounded

again his voice sighed.

“Your father wants you to be a good son .”

The woman stopped again. It was like gathering the last energy.

It seems that he did delay the arrival of death to be able to talk to children

this flower.

“Bungsu .. my son. Said the man you leaked the secret of the target to the Japanese

to get money to gamble.. . But I don't believe it. Mom doesn't believe me

you did that. I'm sure you're still a good child.

Bungsu. ... that you have never betrayed your father and your people .”

The woman stopped. His eyes closed again. The breath is one-one.

But he tried to open his eyes, to see the face of his son. To see

and heard his son's answer.

The Bungsu wants to talk. There is so much he wants to say. But

his throat is clogged. He was only able to shake and hold

his mother's hand, kissed him. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

The mother seemed to be able to read the implied in her son's mind. Although his son

not saying a word, just shaking, but a mother's instincts can read

what was in his son's heart. The woman was like smiling. Her eyes

harshest. Head droops. And he breathed his last breath

in the growing rain.

A real mother is dead. Mother who does not distinguish love from

her children. Among his clever and foolish children, among

his sons are valiant and deformed, among his virtuous children and

the bastard, a mother still shares the same great love. A mother

they want the same happiness for all their children.

And that afternoon the Bungsu felt how much he really needed affection

a mother. He felt it after his mother died. He needs

guidance and love of a father. Just after his father died. Him

I need the love of a sister. She felt it after her sister

died! How tragic is the fate of this man. It is true that people say, that

every child will not realize how much he really needs the love of his mother

and his father, when the mother and father were alive.