TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 27's

Samurai Mats - 27

And that event happened. He used to have no power

once upon a time when it was gang-raped by the Baribeh and his three friends finished gambling in

surau is weathered downstream of the village. Now he is like powerless when

the six men who on average have enough silat science are devastating

feet and hands to his body. He was stretched from one foot to the other.

From one hand to the other. And he finally fell down.

Caught with mouth and nose bleeding.

”If you do not look at the plague children Datuk Berbangsa, we have chopped the body

laknat the waang. Fucking traitor. Gamblers accuser. Until evening

later the waang is still in this village, do not blame us if the life of the waang

we end”

That's Malano's voice. He just heard the sound, then

the six men left. The boy was as before. Uncomprehending

silat. An incomplete man as a man. Yet within

his resigned stomach, the youngest pleaded to God, so that his heart

it was strengthened not to use the samurai he had brought not to harm

his village.

He accepted that treatment. Because he knew they were doing it

because of their love for the village. His ears are very sharp and well trained

I heard the man's feet moving away. Even in his face he can

knowing, the two men walked towards the North. Three people to the south.

The other one went up to the house not far from where he was lying.

His ears heard his footsteps. But his body was tired. Eating

the man's sixth hand and foot should he admit to being very tight. Her stomach feels

nauseated. Head throbbing.

The incident was expected to occur by the Imam in the mosque earlier. When sixth

the man revived the Bungsu, the Imam watched him from behind the window

masjids. He wanted to shout preventing those people from beating the Bungsu.

thats right. He felt sorry for the young man. But he did not dare to show himself.

He didn't have enough courage to ban them. He is the Imam of this mosque. At

this mosque he received alms, endowments, zakat or marriage contract money from

the inhabitants. If he did not agree with the population, it could be residents

no longer give zakat fitrah or alms to him. Or if it will

married, people just go to Iman or another kadi.

That means closing his livelihood. And in an age as chaotic as

today, the loss of livelihood is a great catastrophe. Aw,

the inhabitants. But when the six men finished their handwork,

and the youngest was lying with Lenyai's body, she felt ashamed of herself. Him

now in the house of God, where every Friday he preaches

make bad. Calling to be honest. Calls to tell the truth. Craze

to be no hypocrite, a hypocrite of the hatred of God, so he often said

in preaching.

What is the name of his job now? Is letting the young man get hurt, though,

not a coward and a hypocrite? Didn't finishJ the people earlier he

tell the young man that he knows his kindness?

Didn't he know that the young man was innocent? Why didn't he

dare to defend that young man? Is the importance of his stomach much more important

rather than establish a truth? Suddenly he was ashamed

in this house of God.

”Punish your weak servant O Allah...” whispered while stepping down.

He stepped towards the Bungsu who was still face down, He knew, from behind

the doors and windows of the houses of many people peeked. And that

it also means peeking at him who is now crouching near the body of the Bungsu.

”Bungsu....” he called while turning over the body of the Bungsu. He feels on hiba

he looked at his nose and lips that were bleeding.

”Rise. Let's go to my home”

The young man rose with a firm hold on the body of the priest. The priest

was old. His body is weak. This time his body got

new energy to get the young man to his home. He stopped.

Intentionally glimpsed his vision around. Look at the surrounding houses

with the head held high. Like wanna tell the guy who peeped at it, like,

that he was defending this young man.

”Saleha...open door”.

He called home. A girl opened the door hesitantly. Girl

the yellow-skinned round-faced man looked at his father, then stared into

the houses around him were feeling anxious.

”Open.provide hot water in clean pot and cloth. Fast”

The girl quickly disappeared backwards as her father took the youngest up and

sit it in the living room, on a clean pandan mat. Saleha appears

again carry a basin with warm water nails and a washcloth

clean.