TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 4

　

　

But the four men did not

give me the slightest mercy. From above the surau of things that cannot be called

the fight, turned down. Switch because the young man's body was blown away

hit the wall with a big kick. His body hit

the walls were weathered and broken, his body floating down through the weathered walls

that midget. And it was under the surau that his fate was finished.

Now he remembers all of those events. His face was glum, his eyes

my dear one, slowly lift up. He took a deep breath. He should have been

stop playing after winning big a week ago. He intends to buy

paddy field, or go wander with the money. Life in this village is felt

boring it. But the basic gambler, once knowing there is another gambler, he

taste it again soon. And this is the consequence. Slowly he crawled to

wells. Washing his face and all over his body that is full of pain. Drink water

the well was a few gulps. Then back to Surau.

He picked up some cigarette butts. Unroll it. Then

collecting tobacco from the rest of the cigarettes. Of obsolete paper

stuck to the wall of the manau he rolled up a cigarette with leftover tobacco

earlier. Then lean towards the middle pole. Then take the match boy

scattering. Then burn the cigarettes. His eyes closed in on cigarette assembling

that's. As her eyes glared at the scattered coa papers,

he picked up some fruit.

“Fine rabbis .. Shrimp needle .. Sirah rope...” he said while throwing the koa into the

the first floor after the other mentioned the names of the papers.

The cigarette didn't end he smoked. He's coughing. His mind floated on

Baribeh and his three friends. He swore to find them. He'll take it

again gambling. And he's sure he's gonna beat those guys. Only now from

where should he look for capital? Will he sell his three goats?

Ah, her mother and father must be angry. Angry mother might be able to secure him. Her mother

at most angry for a moment. What he fears is his father.

His father likes to play with hands. Teacher silat. Puih, she's getting nauseous

seeing his father who he considered a lot of it. Especially if her father has

teaching at silat target. His heart was swollen to see. He hates it the most

watching people learn silat. What is the point of learning silat? Mending to learn gambling.

Money has a full stomach, he thought. Although he has been repeatedly attacked

people in gambling, and many times also his father and brother forced to

learning silat, but he still does not like silat.

He was a strange child. His father was a renowned silat teacher,

so did her brother. But he himself prefers to play koa or play

kites. He knew his father didn't like the war. But what

his care. He never bothered them? He did a few times

never complained to his father and brother who was the hero of silat.

No. gabe. An obstacle for him to complain. For him gambling is a symbol

manliness. Why is it that only fighters are called males? Why not gamblers?

Doesn't gambling also require skill? Even for him gambling is higher

it is worth silat. In gambling people complain of the brain. While in silat people

muscle complaining.

Well, literally it could be interpreted that he was much more brainy than father

or any fighter! That's the groove of his mind. In addition, gambling he considered

have high art. In playing dice it takes a kind of hunch

sharp to know what ”mata” will appear above. And necessary

careful calculation for the game up to three times in the main koa. In silat

where's the art? There is only playing football, hitting, elbow, catch, giggling, or

kick a wiggle in the kerampang, or slam. Bah, really hard and

coarse. He really doesn't like it.

He fell asleep because he was tired. In his sleep he dreamed of becoming a

a fighter who was much tougher than his father and brother. Even much more

tough from any tough fighter. At noon he

awakens. He cussed on his dream of becoming a tough fighter. Why don't you

dream of becoming a gambling king. Still swearing at his dreams

get off the surau. His feet moved towards the village. Her stomach feels

very litak. When it will arrive at his house, a house roofed roof,

he saw some women at home. He turned back. Passing

the back door he went up to the house. Keep to the kitchen. In the kitchen he passed

with brother.

“Hey Bungsu, people search . . . Jesus ! Hit you again yeah ... ?”

The youngster, who was the youngest among them two

brothers, and therefore he was called the Bungsu, no

he ignored his brother's surprise. He took the plate. And start to crank

rice rice.

“Sit there. Do not take your own rice. You boys. Let brother

download .”

“Ah don't have to be hard. I can take myself “

“Sit down, change your clothes. In front is a guest who will talk to you”.

“Nothing my business with them .”

“lni about your engagement .”

He remained unconcerned, which was obvious he wanted to eat his whole meal. When

starting to bribe, her mother showed up. The woman was stunned to see her youngest child

these. He didn't have to ask why his face and body were blue. Needless

I asked why his clothes were torn. This woman knows what

which has happened. He looked at his son who was eating so well.