BLOODLETTING
I'm your soldier

When the sky looks reddish, dyed sepuluh dusk, nature bathed in rays, various hues of beauty in view. Here you hear the birds singing, saying happy missing sun, on the top of the wood Jajang waiting, staring at the sinking syamsu.

At that moment he sat down lethargic, conscious in a shady wooden trunk, on his face was water flowing girly. At once he looked back to feel his heart that began to sayu, from where it looks new village that has been built looks waving.

Seen a shadow under the evening, a picture of his poor fate, he was unable to look at the land where the dear woman who is now residing, never imagined by him if he would alone fight.

"Mr..!" the voice of Kejora broke the silence, Jajang's chest as if as tight as hearing the voice of the princess, he who lost his son and his wife felt very tormented.

He did not imagine if the fate of all natives was the same as himself, a puff of sedu mendayu wagging hair in his ears, equivalent to the whirring of the waves crashing on the dancing leaves.

Jajang was flabbergasted looking at the sky with an even orange, after which he looked at the princess who was now sitting next to him.

"You want to learn, son?" tanya Jajang looked at the golden brown eyes before her.

"Yes sir, I want to learn swimming, archery, horses, and I also want to learn martial arts!" said Kejora with passion.

Indeed in some places women are considered taboo to learn martial arts but not in the land of Pasundan, Kejora enthusiastically practice from the father. Not only is he an entire village to learn and develop their abilities.

Several years passed Kejora the little baby changed into a beautiful and charming girl with a naughty and spoiled nature. In front of them was a magnificent sight, and now he sat on the beautiful shore of the land.

Seen from a distance the waves crashing and breaking apart, white foam in the sand scattered, saw a small island island in the green sea, a nice mountain mountain apparently, circled by glorious water it seems.

"Shed my blood, I won't give you to them!" said Kejora with a snapping of anger on his teeth.

His heart seemed to be broken lamenting all the natives who were driven from his home, there he was now standing right under the palm tree waving waving waving, rustling the soft sound of the silent wind until, growing on the divorced beach withered, the ground looks safe.

"Hear the waves come in song, teach me how precious my homeland is, you want to bring us down?, dream!" again Kejora saw a large ship approaching.

Kejora swiftly shot to a place that was quite far away, and as the shot floated thousands of arrows floated behind him, he said, and of course in the end the ship was damaged poranda bederai small boat left the big ship, but it was even easier their work until finally the big ship was wrecked.

Very easily Kejora archery all the small ships and followed by many other arrows the shot was increasingly blind until finally it appeared clear water turned red.

"You took my land!, I took the flesh on your body!, you took the water on my earth!, so I took blood instead!, you cut the wood in my forest! then I break your bones to support my languishing forest!" snapping Kejora with a blazing spirit.

A golden brown eye with a sharp gaze wielding his fallen enemy, Kejora lifting his bow signified the victory that had been achieved without having to sacrifice a single soul.

"My homeland, I am your servant!" chanting Kejora increasingly burning the fighting spirit of the citizens who are now behind him.

Behind him are young women, old and even elderly, their well-trained hands and slick cooperation make them successfully quell the invaders.

Smile etched on the tiny and thin lips that look tempting but sometimes very scary, with the victory he achieved, Kejora kebali with some groups and some are watching to keep an eye on the unexpected.

"How fun?" ask a man who is not so old yet who can reflect a wise man.

"Lumayan sir!" reply Kejora untied her hair and slept on the lap of the father.

"Against fasting sir!, want to learn how to do hijib pak all dayet" replied kejora reluctant to rise from the lap of the father.

"All right, go to sleep! You're a big boy!" said Jajang with glassy eyes.

"Shuut.. I have grown up sir, but I am your daughter and will remain so" Sani replied with a gentle smile.

"Yes you are a father's daughter, you are already a big man but your nature is the same as a toddler, so you will get married if your good qualities are just like this!" Jajang smiled wryly.

"I don't want to marry, sir, if I can choose me in this world will only love my father and my homeland does not want anything else." Kejora got up and hugged the father who then continued his speech.

"Denger yes sir, I am your daughter and forever like that!" say firmly Kejora.

"Aishis.. That's how you got to get married, son!" jajang hugged his daughter.

"Well, I'll marry you, who's going to marry you!" The vivacity advanced her lips.

"There will be a grandson!" jajang said with a gentle smile.

"I won't get married just yet, it's my decision sir, don't tell me anything weird again!" Kejora did not want to make a sound again he lay on the lap of the father.

"Bad news.. Bad news!" a man who looked very old stepped closer to them.

"Eh sir?, what's wrong?" ask Jajang to Pak Sukri who came who looked very panicked.

"Look, there is news from our eyes he said Prince Tamjid has gone home" said Pak Sukri ngosan.

"Ta..tamjid?, Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun." Jajang stroked his chest to hear the news and then shook his head.

"We offer occult prayers first, let's get up first!" Jajng stood up to evict his daughter who was lazing.

Lazily finally Kejora stepped her feet following the steps of the father.

That day was also held a magical prayer for the late Tamjid who had returned home, Tamjid had repented and by hiding Tamjid kept the intruders around the occupying soldiers, Tamjid had been converted, until finally he was discovered and received the death penalty on the basis of treason.

Tamjid himself was quite happy to get the punishment, because for him now it is an honor for him to have to die for his homeland. His past mistakes made it difficult for him not to repeat the same mistakes.

Although there are regrets, but at least he has participated to correct his mistakes and repent, changed to become a better human being.

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