TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 26's

Samurai Mats - 26

But I suspect you must have survived. And you are the one

buried them. I don't know how you buried as many bodies

it's in a wound. And I don't know how long you'll need either

to bury them. But I'm sure it must be a job

it's not easy for you, considering your terrible wounds. Thanks again

kiddo. For your help to bury my corpse, my sister's body, and the whole body

the murdered inhabitants. You held their bodies, even while

their lives always hated you. God will repay your bud.”.

The priest's tears seeped into his cheeks. How not, he was sure this young man

who helped the bodies. But how unfortunate he is. She didn't

able to explain to the villagers about his belief. He's afraid of people

the village will hate him. He was ashamed of his weakness. An

a priest who does not dare to speak the truth just because he is afraid of being excommunicated

country folk. And he knew very well that there was a verse that said

true, though the at bitter. She cried regretting her weakness .

”So the graves of my mother, father and brother have been moved to the graves of the people downstream

there sir Haji?”

”Yes, they've been moved there son..”.

”Thank you sir...” he then got up.

”Where are you going Bungsu?”

”I'm going to the grave sir…. After that? Not yet I think..”.

”If you are still long in this village. Come to my house. Still in

the old place. Near my big tree you throw the fruit often

erst. Stop by..”.

”Thank you sir. God willing. Excuse me. Assalamualaikum.

”Waalaikum greetings..”.

He got off the mosque. The priest looked at his back. It is strange that this man

coming down from the mosque felt something unpleasant and a tension that

gripping them for the presence of this young man, Pak Haji is just the opposite.

When looking at the young boy's back, staring at the shadow he stepped

coming out, there was a kind of feeling of pride and safety coursing through his old heart.

Yes, the Bungsu has returned after being presumed dead since the bloody event

exterminated his family a dozen full moons ago. The villagers did not see

a change in that young man. Their impression of him remains the same

A gambler with a gloomy face and my eyes is like a man without

vim. And more than that, they still think of him as one

the curse that has opened the secret about the preparation of activities in this village

against the Japanese. That's why he's still disliked back to

her village. The feeling of dislike was immediately shown on the first day

he was in his hometown. As he walked towards his house

after returning from the grave, passing slightly from the mosque he was confronted by six

the average man has a big body.

With a face that remained gloomy and a haggard eye-light, he looked at the man

one by one. He immediately recognized them. They are fighters. Two

among them were his father's students, another disciple Datuk Maruhun.

”Assalamualaikum.....” sapanya slowly after from the intercepting party.

some moments remain silent. One of them coughed a little.

he was known as Malano, a student of his father.

”What you need to come here Bungsu..” Malano asked.

How painful that question is. This is his hometown. Venue

he was born and raised. Now he goes back to his village to see

father, mother and sister. As clear as it was coming, there were still people who

I asked him why he was back. But despite the bitter question, it,

with his head still down he still replied in a low voice.

”I want to see the graves of father, mother and sister …. ”

”You've seen their graves, haven't you?”

Another one asked. Without even looking at the person, he knew that the one who asked was

the Sutan Permato. Silat disciple Datuk Maruhun.

”Yes. I come from graveyard.”

”Well, if you have seen, now leave this village...” Malano's voice.

audible back. He raised his head. This last word is like an order

and threat at once. Did he not hear wrong? It seems that it is not.

The six men surrounded him. Look at him with hate. And from

turn over the door cloths, from the houses adjacent to their place, and,

women and children peeked at the incident.

”Why should I leave this village?” she asked.

”Why…? cis.. because of this.?”