TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 61

Samurai Mats - 61

Datuk's headquarters and his men are located in the jungle

bamboo in Tambo. A haunted place near the village of Tigobaleh on the edge of the City

Bukittinggi. Many people know that the bamboo forest of Tambo is

the headquarters and hiding place of the robbers. But there is no

dare to complain to Japan. Moreover, acting alone caught them.

This grandfather is famous. It was almost proved that this young man was not

hurry with the samurai.

Now the fluid coachman can catch from the conversation of these two bombers, he said,

that they have trouble staying. His heart went hiba.

 “The whole city will be checked immediately by Kempetai ..” the coachman said

slowly. The Bungsu looked at him.

“Is that person protected by the Japanese ? “ tanya want to know.

“No. But the Japanese will be looking for every killer. What else did you kill the night

it's seven people. A number that not a few Japanese let the horde

The grandfather was rampant for their benefit indirectly. Within each

chaos, they plucked fortunately ..” The Bungsu took a deep breath.

They are equally silent. What sounded to break apart the silence was the sound of horseshoe

which is against asphalt. Splitting the night that had been far away stabbed late. Si

Bungsu did not realize where the bendi was heading. His broken ribs

making himself exhausted immeasurably. Eating the legs of the man in the inn earlier

it really melted his body. May-meilah was the first to realize, that bendi

it's getting further and deeper into the dark clumps. He's shaking the Bungsu's body

who leaned on him. The Bungsu did not move.

“Coko .. Koko ..” call him slowly near the Bungsu's ear. Bungsu

complaining short. Couldn't answer, but the complaint was a sign that he

listen to Mei-mei's call.

“Where are we Koko ?” there was a worried tone in the voice of the girl.

“Where ..?” the young man asked slowly.

“Look, we are carried by the jungle...” whispered Memei. Still in a state

leaning his head that felt very heavy, without opening his eyes, the Bungsu

slowly ask.

“Will you take where we are?”

“You have no place to stay in a young city .”

“Yes. But now where are we going to take you?”

“Ke my home ..”

“Yes. In my house you will be safe. Hais ck ck ..” The coachman cracked his horse.

It felt a rather violent shock when the fluid started to leave the paved road

and enter the small road that is not flat. Mei-mei hugged the shoulder of the Bungsu so that

don't let it go down.

“Home ...?” the Bungsu repeated his question slowly.

And after that he was unconscious. Mei-mei can't do anything. Even if

he intends to fight back, and can escape, but he will not.

He did not want to leave this young man who had helped him. Even if disaster

will befall him, he wants to stay near the Bungsu.

“Haissy ck .. ck Haissy ..” the coachman hits his horse again. That horse

like walking in a bright light. Run as you please. Stepping over the hole and

the rock of boxing. He memorized that path. Even though the night is almost welcome

the dawn was very dark. Mei-mei tries to pay attention to the road and the wilderness

which they went through.

The path to his right left was full of tree trees. Like a forest.

But the most among the tree trees was the bamboo tree. Big and

high as it would reach the sky. When he was a kid, he lived

in this town. But then he was a little boy, then Babah, his stepfather

that, led them to move to Payakumbuh. When he was a kid, he never

get here. Mostly just to the neighboring house in the Chinese village. Arrive

bendi it stopped. The coachman called out, then he walked to the back. Somewhere

the Bungsu and Mei-mei sit down.

“Let me help to lower it ..” said the old coachman again holding his hand

the Bungsu. Then arrived, in his very fast movement the body of the Bungsu

it's been on his shoulder. The cottage door opens. A middle-aged woman

he appeared with a lamp in his hand. Mei-mei got off the bendi and followed

that coachman. When going to enter the cottage paroh-aged woman was stunned staring

May-may. But just for a second. Then dodging from the door gave way to

May-may..

“Come ..” said.

Soft voice. Mei-mei steps in. The cottage is quite big. Walled

bamboo, ground floor roofed rumbia. A girl appeared.

Maybe he was about twelve years old. But his body looks fresh.

The bus driver put the body of the Bungsu in a room above the hall

bamboo. Mei-mei upright on the side of the bed.