TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 3

　

　

But this time they turned out

facing a gambling ghost. They did not expect that at that age

so young this child is already invincible in terms of gambling. Passing

at midnight almost all their money was brushed by the young man. They're already on

sleepily. But the young man remained as he was. His eyes are beautiful, his face

glum, still unchanged. It shows no signs of fatigue

iota.

Si Jul has signaled Baribeh several times to hit the child

the young But Baribeh himself hesitated. This young man's cooking has no

“storage” bit. That is, this youngster is at least certainly smart

glimmered. For it is impossible that he would dare to be alone if there were none

cleverness anything. Only now are their considerations

what silat owned and became the mainstay of this young man. The kumango? Pangians,

Lintau, Starlak or Pauh? Or that famous Sunua and Silek Tuo? Nonexistent

the definitive answer. The young man won victory after victory.

“Ah, let's rest for a while..” si Baribeh said.

“Bby. Stoppun can also.!” the young man answered.

The faces of Baribeh and his friends became gray at the answer.

“Stop the word waang?! The custom in which the puppet wear, stopped at the time of people

another lose!” jul asked in an unpleasant tone.

But the young man remained indifferent, even calmly he said:

“There is nothing customary in this gambling kinsmen. If you want to play, no

whatt. Of course if you still have money. I'm afraid you're going home

with panties only..

And with a smile on his face, this young man stroked himself onto the pandan mat

the old one that hit the surau floor. Baribeh grumbled short length. But

he also covered his body. The little lamp that illuminated the surau room

swayed by the weak wind that came in from between the holes in the wall.

Juling and Baribeh began to think together. How about this lamp

power off. Then they hit the young man, and the money they brushed. Money

this young man is a lot. There were three times as many as he

show it at the Market this Friday morning. With that money they could buy three

pedati or bendi fruit and some rice fields. Ah, the money should be them

gain. Gotta !  Baribeh glanced at the swaying lampstand.

“If this lamp is off, we will be hard...” suddenly the young man said.

And they become more convinced that this young man has knowledge that is not low.

“Hey, kanak there brought fire ?” The young man asked.

Baribeh swallowed his saliva before replying.

“There. Why ?”

“Some who intend to turn off the fire seems to.... ” the young man said again.

Baribeh and his friends were more shocked and slowly became wry. Juvenile

this is indeed a dense person, they thought. But not to lose prestige

Baribeh asked again :

“Who will turn it off?”

“Angin!. Doesn't feel the wind getting stronger?”

The young man said so. He did not think that people

it was going to turn off the lights. But Baribeh and his friends

he was made fun of by the young man. They feel insinuated. That's why they

choose silence. Silence with a very painful heart so it holds the wind.

At dawn they wake up and play again. This time play koa. But damn,

the young man continued to win. Go on and on. Finally, the four men were

just the pants. All their clothes, including keris and knives and

a match, it's up to the young man. That young man turned out to be

satan gambling. And when they were almost naked, the young man laughed

enameled. It was then that the faith of Baribeh and his companions withered. Juvenile

that's them flair brushes. The first to hit was Jul.

The first kick didn't hit the target. That young man actually

stuck his head.

Jul's kick passed. But in their vision, the young man dodged

with shrewdness. Jul's friend hit him in the back. That was a child

the young man suddenly lowered his head, wanting to collect his scattered money. And

the kick that drove from behind him did not hit the target. Even

when he got up suddenly, the passing leg was carried up by

his back. No longer merciful, the tall one behind him lapsed.

The four men were shocked, not the least of them realizing that the second

the attack was only by chance. Now with vigilance

tall, the four men were preparing. The Baribeh opened the attack with a

pummeling. And this time the coincidence factor no longer accompanies

that young man. The punch landed heavily on his chest. Him

staggered, the next attack bantintam hammered his body. Him

strangled. Fussing.