A WASTED KNIGHT
Intruders

“He he he I'm nobody, I'm just an old drunk,”

answer the old man.

Wiraksara does not want anyone else to be the victim then

he stood in front of the parents

“Don't hurt him, this guy has nothing to do

with me, let him go,” Wiraksara said as she encouraged the parents

get away from the ring.

The parents were pushed out of the ring until they fell.

The rest of the mob immediately gang up on the parents, but when

they tried to pull it suddenly their bodies were instantly thrown strong like leaves being blown by a strong wind.

There was a shocked cry, all six members of the horde were blown away

to the ground with such strength that it made them have difficulty standing.

Meanwhile, the leader of the mob directly attacked Wiraksara at a distance

close enough, his sword pointed at Wiraksara's face, the young man shifted slightly

the sword was pierced into an empty place.  But the other party quickly returned to slash the sword into Wiraksara's neck.

The young man dodged by bending

his back to the back like he was going to do a kayang move.  The leader of the mob gasped, his movement

the fast can still be avoided by the enemy.

Again he thrust a sword into the chest of his opponent, Wiraksara

the one who was about to straighten his body was forced back to drop his body back, the sword

the man in the guise again missed his target.  Before his body touched the ground, Wiraksara

holding his body with his hands so that his body does not touch the ground then

he used his hands to push his body back to stand upright.

Wiraksara's body again stood upright, the man in a disguise who felt annoyed because

his attack escaped continuously, again directing the sword into Wiraksara's face. With

quickly Wiraksara caught the tip of the sword and held it with both palms

her hands.

The man in the guise tried to draw his sword, but his hand

Wiraksara is stronger. Shortly afterwards, a sound of iron was broken

“Taaak!”

The tip of the sword of the man in the guise broke and fell to the ground.

The man in the guise saw his sword broken. The sword no longer

useful, the man in the guise threw out his sword and then overtime attacked Wiraksara

with empty hands. The punch of the twitching man moved quickly, the shadow of his fist

it's like it's everywhere.  Wiraxar

a little bit of hardship against him, until one day their blows collide, second

their hands cling to each other. Wiraksara now has energy in

with enemies. Long enough they are in the position of both palms to each other

clung. Sweats as big as soybeans began to come out of their bodies. Suddenly

Wiraksara clasped his hands while shouting loudly. His hand is moving

pushing the enemy's body. Wiraksara resistance gives results. Man in disguise

it was pushed back by a few steps.

The man blinked, suddenly from his mouth

spurting out fresh blood, that fellow was already hit by a severe internal wound.  Realizing himself wounded the leader of the mob exclaimed

to his men

“We're leaving this place!”

One by one his men prepared to run, their bodies floated

up the precarious and disappeared in the dark of the night. Wiraksara sighed

relieved.  He approached the old drunk

still on the ground. Wiraksara checked his body but he did not

found a wound or a punch mark on the old man's body.

“Master, what's your name? Thank you for helping me

facing those robbers,” Wiraksara said.

“Young people help me get back to my room, my body feels like

weak powerless,” the parents' orders.

“You drink too much wine so that your body feels

limp,” Wiraksara said while helping him to get into his room.

It turned out that the old drunkard's room was located next to his,

after taking the parents to his room. Wiraksara returns to meet Maheen and

“Maheen pack up, mini mala we should get away from

here's. The Mehrak people have followed us.”

Maheen and Wiraksara return to continue their journey

west, while it was still dark but there was no choice for them. Horse

they ran through the darkness of the night

westward.

*****

Meanwhile, the Majapahit ship has left the island of Java.

That day they arrived at the lake and stopped there to fill it

clean fresh water supply.

Brajasela Wiraksara's father in sight

participate in the Majapahit group. Their arrival this time was

to pay the installment of the debt of paregreg war fines. His heart is troubled, he wants to

soon meet his son. When he heard his son became a debt hostage in China, his feelings began to feel bad

worried about his son's condition in China.

He asked about conditions

his son to every Chinese merchant and official from China who stopped by

to Lasem but taka da who knows how the condition of his son overseas. Times

this Majapahit troupe has departed to China carrying gold worth 2000 tahil

gold for the first installment.

Sufficiently

supplies, Majapahit ship back sail across the sea to the

China's. The ship began to move from the lake to China. Newly

just leaving the waters of the Lake, suddenly a storm attacked their ship, and,

a crew member got into the passenger room and informed

“There was a storm, we had to dock

in the port of Johor while waiting for the storm to subside!”

Brajasela was a little disappointed

because the trip was delayed, but he understood, the ship was carrying money

2000 Tahil gold. If desperate to hit a storm the ship risks sinking and they

failed to pay Paregreg war fines.

*******

By noon Wiraksara and Maheen had already arrived in Xinning city.

It was a small town not too crowded.

“Wiraksara, I feel tired, can you find lodging

for us to rest?” Ask Maheen.

Wiraksara immediately looked for lodging to stay.  This time he was deliberately looking for an inn

not too many.

When night fell, Wiraksara ordered food at the waiter, times

he didn't want to go out much of the inn afraid of being chased by Mehrak's men

it was like a shadow was attached to his body. After eating Wiraksara said

the Maheen

“Be careful tonight, I don't think the Mehrak people

will let us go just like that.”

“I know they'll keep chasing us, hopefully not tonight

there is another fight like yesterday,” said Maheen.

When he returned to his room, Wiraksara met again

that old drunk. Wiraksara saw the presence of the drunk in the city

Xinning in the same inn. He walked over to the old drunk who was then

not drunk

“Master, we meet again, are you also going to Persia?”

Ask Wiraksara

"Ah, you again this time you have to play mahjong with me. Come to my room accompany me to drink wine and play mahjong. Oh yeah, what's your name?" ask the parents.

"My name is Wiraksara, but sorry I can not play mahyong and for now I can not accompany you to drink wine.  I cannot get drunk because I still have to take responsibility for someone's safety.  What's the name, sir?" Ask Wiraksara

"My name is Kwan Haisan, just call me Kwan's grandfather. Ah too bad you can not accompany me to drink, but will you accompany me to play mahjong? Don't worry, I'll teach you" said Grandpa Kwan.

Wiraksara was stunned, the parents were still forcing him even though they did not know each other.

Strange Grandpa, Inner Wiraksara.