TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 25's

Samurai Mats - 25

 ”Hey, hurry up it looks like. Where will Datuk go?” people

the one who was hit at the door of the mosque asked.

The middle-aged man called Datuk will first be

keep out.

But he turned around and whispered to the two men who were hit. Second

the man couldn't believe it. They receded back to the middle of the mosque. Look at people

who shakes hands with the grandfather. Who is still sitting down. Both men

this is also submissive. Then quickly pass. This attitude is certainly interesting

the other attention. And some people, imitating his actions anyway. Turn over

the middle of the mosque and looked at the person who was still sitting down. Then

it was like seeing a demon. Then get out quick.

In a short time, almost all the men in the village, who came

friday prayers to the mosque, knowing that the youngest is the son of Datuk

The people were still alive, and now he's back in this village. Exists

unpleasant and insecure feelings in the hearts of almost all upper village men

the presence of the Bungsu. The young man was still sitting in the middle of the mosque. Sit with

head down. He knew people were watching him. He knows people whisper

hated it. And that's what he's contemplating now. He thought about the entry

this house of God will be peaceful. He thought that in the house of God

it's all the same man. Are not all Muslims brothers? And isn't

is this mosque the symbol of the brotherhood of Muslims? Why is hate in

out there to be brought to this sacred house? Or in the house of God, even man

actually can not escape from the attitude of human animals. Reciprocally

hating, mutual envy, mutual over overcome, each other squeezing? Or

perhaps he is not considered a Muslim?

”You're the Younger?”

Suddenly a soft voice greeted. He awakens himself from his daydreams

lifting head. And his eyes were on the priest who had just said hello. Priests

it was still sitting in front, near the mihrab.

”True. I am this Mr. Haji..” he said while looking down.

”It's been a long time since you arrived in this village?”

Bizarrely. The voice of the priest remained soft. There is no hint of hostility.

”I arrived last night sir...” said he still kept his head down.

„Thanks to your head Bungsu. This is the house of God. Here every human being is equally valued.

They only differ in charity on the side of Allah.” The priest could read that

implied in his heart. He raised his head. He looked at the priest in wonder.

”Punished. Hated. Adored. Lauded. Forgotten. Maki, or not

disregarded. That is called the life of the bungsu. Humans must fight in

among those possibilities, one will not be noble by praise.

The youngest pensive. In the mosque there was no one else. Just him and the priest

that'sthat's all.

”Where were you last night?” The priest asked again.

”In the old surau downstream of this village pak Haji...”

”Hmm. Still happy to play koa or dice?“

He nodded, his head back down.

”Why not go to your house?”

Now he lifts his head. Look at the hajj.

”I've got there Haji sir. But I saw someone waiting.

I dare not wake them. I don't know who has inhabited..”.

”The inhabitant is Sutan Lembang. Your mother's daughter-in-law Datuk Sati. Everyone in

this village thinks you are dead.So all your family heirlooms according to

custom falls on your mother's older brother. He has many houses. Because it's home

your mother was told to wait for her daughter. Wife of Sultan Lembang.”

”There is something I want to ask Imam..”.

”About the graves of your father, mother and sister who are in the middle of the home page?”

The youngest was shocked. How sharp is this Imam's hunch. He will indeed ask

that cemetery. Last night in the moonlight, the grave he saw no more

in the middle of that page. It was there that he buried his father, mother, and

her brother. Is correct. I wonder where their grave is now

saying too.

”They were buried in the middle of the page, right? And your brother's near the level.

Again he was surprised to hear the accuracy of this Hajj conjecture. ”True sir Haji..”

”And a True so?.” The boy you buried by the gajus tree next door

school. Two women under the mangosteen. Three men close

buffalo cages. So it's not Bungsu?”

”Does sir Haji have time I bury them?”

The youngest asked between his shock and his. The hajj breathed

length. Then he said slowly :

”Allah is Great. Today, God proves what I thought all along.

Thank you Bungsu. You have carried out the bodies well.

One of the men you buried was my brother. And that boy is

my bangs. Thank ye. I had guessed from the beginning. That you are the one

buried them. At that time we all fled. We saw

you got hit by a samurai. When we returned a month later, the cemetery was ours

dig back. We're moving it to the people's cemetery. Your body is not

we encountered. Everyone thought your dead body was dragged by an animal to the foot of the mountain and

touch him there.