TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 23

Samurai Mats - 23

The suffering of the creature is truly over. Suddenly

the jungle was like being torn apart again by the roar of the tiger below. As such

raung victory. Nape of the Bungsu back goosebumps. He's horrified

just in case the tiger jumped up. It could cause his life

drifted.

He threw the dead body down. There was a crunching sound. And

in an instant, all the tigers that were below jumped up and vanished into the

palunan jungle. Each carries fragments of the creature's carcass.

The Bungsu wiped his tears. Removing the cold sweat that it whines in

his forehead. It turns out that his father was telling the truth about the verses of the Qur'an’an and

lafas Azan who was able to destroy black magic. He proved it tonight.

His body feels weak now. He didn't know how much blood had come out

from wounds on his back and back of his head. By gathering all

exertion, he walked to the right corner of the flat stone where he erected his cottage.

The flat stone as the courtyard of the emergency cottage. In his cottage he

storing medicinal herbs. Medicines made from decoction of leaves and bark.

With the potion was once a gaping wound from the backstabbing of samurai Captain Saburo

Matsuyama she's on medication.

With great difficulty he entered. Swiping the two flint stones with the rest of his strength

to install resin made from wood sap. With a little energy left over, though,

as much as he could use to attach the dried medicinal herb to his wound.

Then he lay down. Sick, tired and asleep. Three days he had a fever

greatable. Her body is cold hot. He must fight against death. Thankfully meat

the leopard he made jerky was very helpful to his recovery. Tiger meat

it fights against can and poison. The meat also makes the body immune

more than ordinary people. He chewed on the tiger jerky while lying down

be silent.

The fourth day he began to heal. But still unable to stand.

But on the fourth morning he could again enjoy the chirping of birds. Enjoying squealing

siamang and cericit bird punai and balam, which may be dozens of

on a thick tree near his cottage. The birds sing there.

Jumping from branch to branch. Eat the small fruit. Now he's

I can smile at the sound of his friends.

Yes, for dozens of full moons on this mountain, his best friend is the animals who

there are. Birds, squirrels, oranges, gibbons, and sometimes even tigers and snakes.

While in his village he had no friends. His first presence

kali is indeed surprising and hostile by the inhabitants of the mountain.

They seemed to strongly object to the presence of the other party in their place

always that safe.

Not infrequently tigers and snakes intend to pounce on him. But in the first months

just to practice on the flat stone in front of his cottage. If he's gonna drink it

just go to the south corner of the wide rock. In that part there is water

flowing from the rock on top of the rock. The water seems to flow from

mountaintop. Not too big, but the water is clear, cool and fresh.

In the south corner there is a small pond formed due to the piercing of the waterfall,

maybe hundreds of years. The width of the pool was no more than three square fathoms,

in a sedepa. In the stone bed of nature lived small fish. Tak

more than the size of a palm. The fish are so beautiful in color. Exists

the green ones mixed with the red. Like flags. Black with blue and

reds. Striped like yeast cloth. The first time he took a bath inside

the fish was running around in fear. Maybe think he's some kind of

giant creatures that will swallow them.

But from the full day, the fish finally became his best friend. If

he bathed, the fish always simultaneously swam and banged his head

they're going to Bungsu's stomach. The Bungsu choked on his teeth. Those fish

repeat their behavior. On the contrary, long ago the Bungsu succeeded with

it is easy to catch the fish. Sometimes he managed to catch four

tails.  The speed of his hands trained thanks to the ordinary and repeated many times

day by day.

”Ku gulai you guys. I ate you with your bones,” he exclaimed

while holding the fish.

The fish floundered wanting to break away. Looks like

terrified. With a laugh the Bungsu released the fish back. And

they went back to swimming and banged themselves into the belly of the Bungsu. Sometimes

biting his belly meat. Makes the youngest back strangled. Thus

the strange friendship is intertwined. And also with the birds. Squirrels and

ferrets.

Ah, everything is so beautiful. It was beautiful when he looked at the villages below

sana. During the day he saw smoke rising. Maybe from the field, and maybe from

kitchen at home. From this flat stone, he could see clearly

the villages at the foot of Mount Sago. He can see the house or blips

lights at night from Kampung Sikabu-kabu, Situjuh Ladanglaweh,

Tungka, Manangkadok, Padangmangatas, Tabing, Sungaikumayang Park.

Tanjungharo, Halaban or the Seventhatur.

From up here everything looks beautiful. The smoke that brought the corn from

burning in the fields. He seemed to smell the corn

grilled. Or enjoy the taste of peace. It all felt like I was trying to seduce him

down immediately. Yet he had to endure some more time on top of this. Indeed

no one forbids him to come down. He can leave at any time if he wants.

But what held him back was his own heart.