BLOODLETTING
Blood and mud

Dropping the corpse up, the fishy smell entered the very piercing sense of smell.

A barrage of gunfire, then quiet, an explosion and then silent again.

To the east of the row of clouds presents a dark eyebrow arch, a series of shots that then quiet like a solid eye and the wind into a deep breath.

Suddenly the sky lifted up its cormorant, and the flame opened, looking at the writhing eyes of the day illuminating the heart, cheap and red with heavy gazing, watching over the soldier who fell in the mud, with the broken child.

A petite body wriggling stomping on the corpse on its feet, a man drenched in mud and blood lifted it from the crush of the corpse, he stared at the reddish-colored eyes sharply.

"Come with me, son!" said the man settles between the storm of tall trees and clear river water that turns dirty.

The sun begins to look at every corner of the Earth's surface, low and red looking for something new on earth, birds flying between the shots.

Two mountains passed through a simple-looking countryside with thatched roofs and bamboo walls became the first sight.

The man with the arch of an old brow carried the 16-year-old boy sitting between the river and the village, cleaning up the blood, mud and leaves that were pasting his body.

"Clean yourself, boy!" said the man put down his weapon, quickly the man bathed his body with clear water.

"Dry your clothes after cleaning them and meet me there!" exclaimed the man pointing towards a house that looked bigger than the others.

The young man nodded and cleaned himself up afterwards doing what the man said.

"Sorry sir where am I?" the boy asked hesitantly, and it seemed very difficult to say the short sentence.

"In a good place, what's your name, son?" asked the old man again with a sharpened brow arch.

"Anu... L'm... Can't remember!" he said innocently, although his age was considered to be an adult but he looked like a child who could just talk seen with how he tried to talk.

"Have you forgotten what your name is?", asked the old man a little confused by what happened, the boy nodded his head assenting the man's question.

Just tonight he lost the Prince and now God sends another temple, no matter who is the son and whose blood flows in his veins which is clear he is the son of the Nation.

"From now on remember well what your name is, your name is Jajang!", said the man smiling sincerely.

The young man nodded in acceptance of the name given to him.

An explosion again sounded not far from their place, and a young woman came with a side cloth wrapped around her body.

"Don't be afraid son! we are not evil people who have the power to give protection to those who ask for protection and Mother Earth will not be willing if our blood is broken before our goal of achieving independence is successful", he said", said the man was full of confidence.

The woman nodded to gain the trust that the father gave her.

...***...

"Grandpa then what does that have to do with me having to go online?" a 17-year-old girl complained to ask for an explanation of the Grandfather who was very uncomfortable with the online teaching and learning system.

"Son, we used to not even get an education, you know Grandpa who lives in a hut by the river at the end of the Village?", the old man asked with a gentle smile.

"Yes you know the cake he was really fierce!, in the past I was only angry because I caught a bird! fortunately now that she was dead" the girl complained recalling the incident where she was angered by the unkempt old man.

"He is Jajang, the landlord of this village! he is the one who has our land on his feet at the moment" exclaimed the old man patting his grandson on the shoulder.

"Jajangs? That old man Grandpa told you that? but! slow-witted! What did grandpa say? this land belongs to him? isn't it grandpa who bought it?" asked the girl raising her eyebrows.

"Yes, but grandfather would not be able to buy this land if he did not free the land that we are going on now, and we might not be what we are today" the old man explained.

"Hmmm.. I understand! then what happened?" the girl was curious about the story her grandfather would give her.

"Seriously want to hear the follow-up?" asked the grandfather smiling.

"Well, if you feel forced, I won't force you either!" exclaimed the girl sitting in her study chair while lifting her shoulders.

"Yes, Grandpa, go first!" the old man turned and went to the door.

"Wait cake! I'm not just kidding so angry!" the girl pulled back the grandfather's hand.

"Ah alright! listen again yes!" the grandfather continued his story.

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