TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 2

　

　

“Main what can waang?” that guy

back asking.

“Main anything!” answer, definitely.

“Koa?”

“Bby!”

“Dadu?”

“Bby!”

“Baramuang?”

“Bby. Czpit!”

The man looked back at his three friends. And back that was shivering earlier

he blinked one of his crossed eyes.

“Wang with whom?”

”I gamble never friends. I can play alone, and ....win !”.

The man whose cigarette butts were thrown away gulped. He looked at the young man

that's. Look at it carefully. Look at his finger book. Saw elbow.

Seeing feet. And he figured that this kid must be a fighter. But he

also sure, that with the four of them can “eat” this child. They are

nor is it just anyone.

”Where is the place?”

“Terexistent”

“We are not people here. We don't know where to play. .”

“I know . .”

“Where . .”

“Si surau obsolete downstream of the village there. .”

“Place teacher taught pounced on the tiger?”

Now the young man looked back at the man.

“Why know that in the surau there used to be teachers who were attacked by tigers,

if it's not here?”

“That incident was a long time ago, wasn't it? Everyone in the market this Friday told me

about the incident a few years ago”

The young man breathed.

“Really! That's where the safe play. How, dare to go there ?”

For the first time, the four men laughed at the same time. Laugh at hearing

this young man's challenge.

“Nobody is feared by Baribeh and his friends bemung. .”

“Baribeh?”

“Yes. Won't you ever hear it?”

“Entertainment. Baribeh the beast”

Juling was silent. The others too. The man whose cigarette butt was thrown away

it became gray on his face because it held the wind.

“Do not just talk staggeringly. The mouth of the waang can I tear,” said the man

with a heavy voice.

“He, isn't Baribeh an animal? And his work is a snail-man

kampeh tree to get the sap, can't you Sanak must be angry?”

The man got up and almost hit the young man if not quickly

divorced by Juling. Juling whispered into his ear. And that guy

paused his intention to question the young man. Then Juling turned around

body. Talk to the young man.

“Better waang beware buyung. Our master is a certified fighter

Baribehs. His work did tear the mouths of arrogant people like a waang.

Fortunately, he was kind this time. Well, when can the game start?”

“Terlarah. Now so. But please remember, I only challenged my friends

for gambling. Not for fighting . .”

“Good, fine!. But this afternoon we have business. How about dusk?”

”Midnight I want. I wait for you there”.

And without looking again this young man passed.

”Povators!. Whose son he dares to sell lagak so..,” maki men.

the one that was thrown away was his cigarette butt.

“It seems he is quite full. Otherwise where would he dare to do such a thing”.

“Filled does not contain, which is clear he has a lot of money. We've finished tonight

hers. Hey, waang prepare two pairs of Jul” dice.

“The dice I always carry..” replied the man called Jul.

The call turned out to be an abbreviation of the word ”Juling”. Then, just as azan

magrib reverberated, they appeared in that worn-out surau. There the young man was

been waiting. Under the light of the amber lamp that was in the former surau they

start the game immediately.

At first they played dice. The dice were prepared by Jul. Usually

they never lose. For the dice have been made in such a way, that

whatever is installed by the opponent, it can certainly be rotated until it is not

guessable. How to roll the dice with shrewdly done by the Jul who

That july. It looks almost perfect.