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Fights

"Waaah.. Incredible Kejora!, does he still exist today?" ask the little girl to the impatient grandfather.

"Grandfather doesn't know either, but it seems to still be there, because he is indeed unknown to the present."

Replied the grandfather rubbing the head of his grandson who was increasingly curious.

"How could you? is he out of the country?" the girl turned to look at the grandfather with her eyes twinkling.

"No, but because a great tragedy requires them to part!" replied the gentleman.

"Great tragedy?" the girl was curious and looked up at the old frown under the eyes of the grandfather.

"Yes.. Listen to this story and you will understand." the grandfather again told me about Jajang and all his extraordinary struggles.

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Kejora from childhood always sleeps on the lap of the father, in the dark night with the dim moon blocked by clouds, Jajang appears to be on the top of a bamboo tree.

His eyes widened when he found a bunch of torches heading towards him, whistling cipers in Jajang senandungkan, woke up the residents who were late in the night cradle.

"What's wrong?" some villagers rushed out to hear the danger sign, but without hearing the man's answer then set one foot on the ground and seemed to fly towards the top of the leaves, his eyes perfectly rounded.

"Gusti nu agung..!" said the man then gave a whistle sign of very danger, Jajang who was in the distance of the village and closer to the torch bearers also gave a counter signal to evacuate women and children, he said, all the people were fighting the fire that was still burning until the village turned into pitch black.

The cries of babies, children and women who do not want to part are heard clearly with tears flowing.

"Mr!" The cruelty that came beside the father then clasped his father's hand.

"Let's go sir!" invite Kejora but with a genuine smile Jajang stroked the cheek of the princess.

"Go first, remember you've been trusted by the village elders to lead the women, now their fate is in your hands!" said the father smiling wryly in a firm tone.

"But sir!" Kejora reluctantly got up but Surwa with both legs limping grabbed Kejora's arm.

"Go!" surwa said firmly, with a heavy heart and tears that flowed at last the horror nodded following the father's curiosity.

But the fate of the valley turned out to have been surrounded by a posse of violent invaders, fear and was increasingly engulfing the feeling of Kejora.

"There's no other choice, I have to use it that way!" said Kejora and then whistled which was understood by the women as a sign of gathering.

"Kejora how is this?" ask a woman who seems to be married.

"Now there is no other choice, I cannot sacrifice you, nor do I want to sacrifice them" Kejora said with a breath of all things.

"We'll settle to the shore and swim to a small island across the sea, there's a big ship, we'll sail away from this place!" say Kejora definitely.

"But what about our husband's husband?" ask a woman who seems to be crying.

"Some of us are with you!, and some stay, I leave my daughter to you take good care of her! like you guys are looking after your own princess!" Replied Jajang who memeng from earlier was behind Kejora.

Rebellious eyes Kejora muffled, but his burning soul did not ignite himself to fight, dead jihad has been in front of Jajang's eyes and heaven is now before him, how could the Kejora stop Heaven from reaching his father.

With sobbing cries and turbulent chests, Kejora nodded to her father's words, the fortitude of the Kejora was extraordinary even the tears that had originally flowed from the women before him stopped, fruiting with passionate giving up people who love him.

That night will be a long night, among the groves of Kejora coconut trees wade with the moon that has not shown its luster, the old coconut floating in the elderly to sustain, to support, and women who are good at swimming use their ability to take babies and toddlers across the ocean.

Behind the red hue of the blazing fire blazing with smoke soaring high into the sky, anxiety is certainly felt by the eve in the ocean but they do not stop in the middle of the road, they continue to divide the cold water in the ocean.

A small island with boats that were almost one-third of the island was visible from a distance, slowly some women boarded the ship and the teenage men began to help the elderly to board the large ship.

Babies and toddlers are raised slowly with heart, until finally they all managed to survive, but back Kejora when going to step foot into the ship that is now ready to sail it was stopped for a moment by the island metaphors with a burning orange soaring into space.

"Kejora come..!" a man assigned to protect the teenagers extends his hand.

Kejora regained his senses by grabbing the man's hand on the boat, but he was surprised to find the man who was going back to dive.

"Do you want what?" jasper asked pulled the man's arm.

"My job is done here, take them away, and I'll get back to doing my job there!" said the man pointing towards the battlefield that had turned into a sea of fire.

"You fool hah!, shut up!, raise the sail we'll sail together, free you back if you don't become a prisoner then you'll die!" a resolute kejora pulled the man's arm.

"No!, my job is to guard my homeland not here!" said the man was firm.

"And your family?, are you going to let us, huh? Would you leave your family!?" Kejora no less argued until the man fell silent.

"Here you go, come with us and take good care of us!" said Kejora again, unwittingly they had become a free spectacle of young women who seemed heartbroken.

Kejora turned his face reluctant to face the man again, he turned his face until finally they died the place and look for another place as a dispute.

The journey and where they live no one knows only the wind and the surging sea that cannot speak who know their news, and that is the last possibility that the Kejora is still alive.

Seriate...