A1ma Goddess Two Teeth
Alpha 25: The Thieves

*Alma Fatara (Alfa)*

“Uncle Magar Braids!” calling Alma Fatara is like calling peers, even though the person called is half a century old.

“Hmm?” sahut Magar Kepang cleared his throat, as if reluctant to tell Alma who called him as good as he laughed.

“Queen Colour Wrestle asks you,” says Alma.

“Hah! Gusti Queen of Colors?” magar Kepang was surprised.

The Salt Sakti was also surprised. However, Magar Kepang is not so sure, because Alma is a child who likes to joke. He quickly looked at Alma and half whispered.

“Be-be-right, wa-wa-this woman is a queen?” tanya whispered Magar Kepang suddenly stuttered.

Although whispering, still Colour Mekararum heard the question of Magar Kepang.

“Hahaha! Why would I lie to an old man as fancy as you, Uncle?” alma's word is preceded by her trademark laughter.

Plaque!

“Garam Sakti! Respect quickly!” agar Kepang shouted quickly while patting the big muscular arm of Garam Sakti.

So hurriedly the two were busy turning around with the crowning of his seat, Garam Sakti even took off the control rope of his horse, then they saluted with a prostration.

“Honor our prayer, Gusti Ratu!” said Magar Kepang and Garam Sakti.

The Mekararum color was just a small smile to Alma that made the two men act in such a way.

“Wake!” command Color Mekararum with weak voice.

Both of them got up and sat down.

Plaque!

“Control your horse! We could crash later!” hardik Magar Kepang after hard hitting the big arm of Garam Sakti which acts as sais.

With a grunted heart, the Garam Sakti immediately turned around and returned to controlling the horse's footsteps.

“Hamba, Wrestling Queen!” magar Kepang said while humbling himself.

“The Queen asks, why do you want to come on this trip? In fact, you have no interest in this trip,” said Alma.

“Oooh it. Hahaha!” said Magar Kepang then laughed as his left hand scratched the back of the head that does not itch. The fat and fat man looks funny because it is wrong behavior.

“Hahahak!” alma's laughter widened to see the attitude of Magar Kepang.

Laughed by Alma, Magar Kepang so smile wryly. But then he replied, “I want to be a great person like Debur Angkara who feels an exciting adventure with Alma.”

“Seru but the stakes are life, Uncle,” Alma told Magar Kepang.

“Temperature, Garam Sakti is more powerful than Debur Angkara,” said Magar Kepang.

“Your appearance can attract danger, Magar Kepang,” says Colour Mekararum.

“Ah!” desah Magar Kepang.

“Our journey is far away and many bad people along the way,” says Colour Mekararum.

Garam Sakti stopped the path of his sword because in front of there was blocking the journey. There was a large tree that collapsed in a transverse position covering the road, making it impossible to pass without getting rid of it.

“There is a big tree sleeping on the road!” shouted Debur Angkara who was sitting on the back of one of the horse pulling the pedati.

“Did the tree collapse or be cut down?” tanya Warna Mekararum who lay without being able to see the existence of a large tree fall in front.

Alma stood up for a moment to watch the tree more closely.

“Ditebang,” replied Alma while sitting back.

“That's a rogues job,” says Colour Mekararum without any impression of worry.

“The tree is too big, Alma! I can't get rid of it!” yell at Debur Angkara again.

“Not to be removed! Just wait, the robbers will be out soon! Let them get rid of it themselves! Hahaha!” alma shouted deliberately hardened, then laughed, so that the robbers he suspected were hiding heard it.

“Hah! Robber?” shock Debur Angkara then quickly hold the handle of the fish head. She's tense.

Magar Kepang and Garam Sakti so tense with eyes looking to get there and here.

They were now on a dirt road flanked by a small forest on the right and a stretch of waist-high weeds on the left.

That's right Alma.

“Snake snake switch!” shouted another man who also jumped from his snag behind the weeds, in the same position where the first man jumped in fear.

“Hahahak ..!”

Seeing the incident, Alma Fatara laughed out loud and long. Magar Kepang, Garam Sakti and Debur Angkara laughed.

From behind the other side of the weeds and behind the forest edge trees sprung a number of armed people, from kitchen knife guns to rice field hoes.

“Fruit is not cigar!” shouted a half-century-old skinny man. He was angry at the two men who had come out first from behind the bush. He threw a piece of twig that almost hit the foot of a large, thick-moustached man.

“Fruit no nails, Chairman!” whispered the old pink-clad young man to his leader. “Let's go again, Chairman!”

The skinny man called the Chief then picked up a twig.

“Fruit no nails!” maki Chairman again while throwing wood to his men.

The man just flinched without pain, because the wood still did not hit him.

“Free big body mustache late if the same snake just caught!” maki the Chairman again.

“Hahahak ..!” the laughter of Alma Fatara was loud to see the cuteness of the street drama scene.

“Who's laughing at me, huh?!” shouted the Chairman while looking at his men one by one.

The ten men were compactly pointing towards the group they were fighting.

Seeing Alma Fatara laughing at him, the Chief hurriedly broke the small twig on the fallen tree with great difficulty.

“Do not dare laugh at the Most Ferocious Robber!” hardik Chairman while throwing a twig in his hand to Alma.

Nah!

“Aww!” jerit Debur Angkara because the twig is precisely about the jidat.

“Hahahak ..!” Alma, Magar Kepang and Garam Sakti laughed out loud.

The chairman became surprised himself and flinched feeling guilty. Especially when the heavy-bodied Debur Angkara came down from the horse's back and came to him while pulling the machete.

The chief became afraid and retreated until his back was pierced by a tree branch. However, Debur Angkara's steps were restrained by the restrictions of the members of the large-bodied robbers who had been afraid of snakes.

Jlegs!

Looking at the barrier, Garam Sakti jumped on its roof and stood on the side of Debur Angkara. He is more muscular and more thrilling for the opponent. The Garam Sakti stared intently at the ragged-clothed big man.

“You look more like a beggar than a robber!” said Debur Angkara while pointing at the chest of the obstacle with the end of the machete.

“Akk! My chest is bleeding, Chief!” the big man screamed while crying in fear, because his chest was slightly scratched by the taper of the end of the cleaver Debur Angkara.

“Hahaha!” Alma Fatara was still laughing. The show that happened in front of him was very funny.

“You! You people! Shame!” the Chief's orders to his other men.

However, none of his other nine men moved forward. Although they were armed, but they did not dare to advance.

“Forward, Chairman, not shy,” erratous young man kucel in pink, correct the command of the chairman.

“Iya go forward, you're the one who's deaf!” snapped the skinny Chairman. “Freely you bring such widows if afraid against those who only dare to ride!”

“Hahahak ..!” tawa Alma and Magar Kepang heard the Chairman who called “gun” to “janda”.

Seet!

Suddenly the Chief felt a thread wrapped around his shoulder. Then he was pulled tightly towards the pedati, until running about to fall.

Alma Fatara had passed her barely visible Blood Devils Thread. The end of the thread was wrapped around the Chairman's right shoulder, so he could not resist being drawn towards the pedati.

“Aaa! Please, how do I walk alone?” the Chief shouted as he did not see the thread pulling him. He panicked when he was on the side of the sword.

“Harp, Uncle!” exciting Alma.

“By pleasure!” sahut Magar Kepang.

Plaque! Plaque! Buk up!

“Aw! Aw! Akk!” The chief screeched like a virgin child was pinched, as two hard slaps of Magar Kepang and one fist smashed at the face.

“Hahaha!” the satisfied laughter of Magar Kepang. (BH)