TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 62

Samurai Mats - 62

“Let him sleep ...” said the coachman as he stepped into

outside room.

He asked his wife to make coffee. Mei-mei sat pensively on the edge

the bed near the Bungsu's body. The young man was unconscious. Girl

it touched his face. Feels cold and sweaty. He stood up and walked

doorways.

“Pak. she was sweating and her body was cold ..” he said to the coachman who is now in the middle

open the horse's harness.

“Leave it. He's not gonna be anything. He has a strong body. In a moment

he'll be healed. Miss rest inside ...” said the coachman.

His voice sounded heavy but friendly and friendly. The worry since

lodged in Mei-mei's heart vanished when she heard the coachman's voice. She was past

turn to room. Sit on a small bench near the wall. Stare silently

shut up to the Bungsu who is still unconscious. Shortly thereafter, it sounded

azan from a distance. The coachman prayed at dawn with his wife and girl

his little. Not long after the dawn prayer, Mei-mei

hearing the voices of people coming. He heard the driver walk outside.

Then deserted. But just for a second. Before long, he heard the sound of the ground

it was beating and sounding like people fighting.

Mei-mei. Fear arises. Who is the new person coming ? He's upright

and walk to the bed where the Bungsu is still lying. She wanted

wake up the young man. But he didn't reach the heart. The young man did not

sleeping, but not aware because tired of being ganged. Now he's lying still.

The sound of fighting outside was still heard. Mei-mei slowly walked over

windowing. He peeked out of the small hole at the window. At

out there, in the light of dawn, he saw the old man who was the busier

they were riding, fighting with a young man.

The young man looked very agile. But the coachman was also agile. His old body

the one last night wrapped in a cloth and a sebo, now looks open.

Only wear black trousers without a shirt. His body looks ordinary, though,

but behind the usual body it clearly read a formidable energy.

“To be here first, Now you're up ..” the coachman said pointing to the little girl

the one he met last night.

From the small hole he saw the little girl of the coachman's child advancing to the middle

the little square behind the house. That twelve year old girl

dressed as a man. Pants and loose-fitting clothes. The way he prepared.

Mei-mei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.The person turned out to be just a silat practice. Him

attack after saluting.

“Do not hit while breathing ..” The coachman said to give a hint.

The girl drew again her punch which she was sending out. Start over

step from the beginning. Then the streak sends punches and kicks in the direction

her father's. The girl's movements were pretty quick. But the coachman easily dodged

and keep giving directions. The old man stopped, then faced

her lodge.

“Hey, Miss Don't peek there. If you want to learn silat, come

get here.” Exclaim the man.

Mei-mei quickly pulled her head from an opening that was not as big as a finger

that's. He was shocked at the sharpness of the coachman's premonition. He sat back in

the bed near the Bungsu who was still asleep. Sometimes his eyes looked

also into the small hole at the edge of the window where he had just peeked. Coachman's voice

what told him to come out was like calling him. He looked at the face

Bungsu, his heart is relieved. Because now the young man's face is no longer grimacing

like earlier. Now he's really sleeping. His face no longer held back

be ill.

It seems he is in a deep sleep. Mei-mei breathed a sigh of relief. Outer

he heard the exercise again. Slowly slowly he stepped out.

Walk to the back. And arrived at the edge of a sandy field that is not wide

up to five square fathoms. In the middle of the field Upik the coachman's child was in the middle

sparkling with the young man he had just seen was shining with the coachman. Cabman

it was middle upright with legs stretched out staring into the center of the target.

Mei-mei sits on a bamboo bench located on the edge of the target. Not long

then the two men finished training. The Upik with a friendly smile

near Mei-mei. The little girl reached out her hands. Mei-mei is coming

smiling at his hospitality and welcoming his helping hand.

“My name is Upik. What's sister's name ?” ask her in a friendly voice.

Mei-mei was moved, rarely this kind of friendly attitude came from Malays

against the Chinese. He usually feels isolated in the middle of people

Malayo-polynesian. But this little girl, and so was her father, the coachman, like

I have known him well for years. Actually age distance

the two girls were only about five years old. A distance not far away. Si

Upik is really a plain and spoiled country girl. While Mei-mei is

the young girl who was not quite that old age, had stepped on life

adult humans who are bitter and how black.