BLOODLETTING
The Martyrs

Mother Earth cries for her tragic son. Tears down the slope towards the valley with the steepness of the hill.

"Jaka!, thank you" said Jajang smiling in tears in his heart, Jaka nodded and went back to help Jajang lay down his body.

Jajang's eyes went around the place he knew so well, his eyes again released salt liquid penetrated pain in his heart, coconut trees appeared at the highest place among others. Wind crashing and his old fruit falling, Jajang realized martyrdom that they wanted the fate of in-laws and his friend Surwa was definitely in heaven.

"Thank you for bringing me here!" jajang said staring at a mound of land that looked very old.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean anything to bring you here, it's just that I feel we really need to be here!" said Jaka felt guilty, he should not take Jajang to his wife's funeral and several other funerals that were victims of the massacre in the Cave a dozen years ago.

"No Jaka, you did take me to the right place I do have a need here." said Jajang while trying to endure the pain.

Jaka nodded, he himself did not know why the tip of his foot had set itself into the place, but his instinct felt that something was important and required him to the cemetery.

"Where are we going to live?" jajang asked smiling in his bed.

"In the cave for a while, how?" jaka's proposal came back to Jajang and smiled sincerely.

"All right! We'll stay in the cave first. Help me get up Jak!" Jajang tried to get up from his bed, Jaka helped Jajang and finally Jajang was able to rise.

In the past it was not strange, they did not feel any pain, although such a deep wound was now visible in Jajang's stomach, they slowly rose towards their hiding place.

The place where Sani used to live with children, babies and other weak people.

Jajang's eyes again showed dew, the liquid began to come out to wash his cheeks. The memories of the past look real again. Jajang's chest felt tight but he also realized it would not change anything.

Blood dozens of years ago still appears to decorate the walls of the cave, his sheep increasingly raved when Sani was lying where he now stands.

The red color still adorns the floor of the cave. However, Jajang has revealed everything.

Now his struggle will be done even though only with Jaka but he will not hide anymore at this time, he will launch his attack even though it looks impossible but Jajang remains optimistic and will fight, he said, in order to achieve justice for his nation, for the sake of his mother-in-law for the glory of his homeland.

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Elsewhere that night Filsen looked very angry when he saw Jajang's body that was not there, he immediately shot all villagers including Surwa who had been in his eyes, he said, Mr. Sukri was also shot and saw incisions all over his body but did not scare him.

They laughed when they heard the news that Jajang's body disappeared, they finally breathed a sigh of relief even though they died at least the successor to their struggle was not extinguished.

"Bad!" Filsen rampaged when he got the news glaring at his men who gave the news.

"Sorry sir!" said the man, but with sadism Filsen kicked his bodyguard out of anger.

"Huhahahs.. Look well by both eyes! Even if we die our fight will not die!" surwa laughed with satisfaction.

Very sadistically Filsen poked two Surwa eyeballs and kicked Surwa with a fierce anger.

"Aarrgha.. Hahahah.." despite moaning pain but Surwa still laughed when both his eyeballs were taken, blood flowed violently inundated the cheeks and washed the body that was originally wet with sweat.

"You think by taking both balls of my eyes I'll cry? Haha.. Not at all! I'm thankful that God's eyes will ensure your destruction!" surwa added firmly with her laughter that sounded like she was cheering for joy.

Dor.. Surwa's head was shot by Filsen with Surwa's blood still on his arm, but Surwa still survived and laughed cheerfully.

"Ashadu alla ilaha illallah wa ashadu anna Muhammadarrosulullah, Allah Huakhbar!" shouts of surwa burning the fire of the spirit of his friend who was behind, suddenly all the villagers exclaimed.

"Allahu!" said the whole community and made Filsen's chest beat very fast, there was a bit of fear in his chest seeing the strength of the mujahideen.

Dor.. Once again Filsen shot Surwa in the left chest until the man fell to the ground and died.

"You think killing one man will stop us from rebelling, huh?" Sukri sir spoke up.

"Cut both hands!" filsen said to his executioner, who was told to do his master's command.

Blood flowed violently from Pak Sukri's thighs but not the pain felt but the feeling of martyrdom as if heaven called him.

" Ashadu alla ilaha illallah wa ashadu anna Muhammadarrosulullah, Allah Huakhbar!" said again Mr. Sukri and sahuti by the people behind him.

"Allahu!" the more the spirit of the citizens exclaimed, Filsen's chest pounded again, his fear became and without conscience, becoming more, the white man who now looked reddish with rising anger he took a rifle from a subordinate.

"Shoot them all!" filsen said, the shaking hands of his bodyguards held up their weapons, the fear Filsen felt was not only himself but all his guards were even more frightened.

With a salivary gulp their fear trembled more and more as the whole community continued to speak Takbir, with Filsen's vibrating index finger firing his rifle and being followed by his guards, before they pulled their rifles shut their eyes, it was as if they were the ones who were going to die instead of the ones they were going to hit.

After the people died they breathed a sigh of relief but the crush of a large stone on their chest seemed to increase as the bodies of the sons of the mother earth lay before them.

"Damn..!" said Filsen threw the blood-stained rifle that was originally in guanakan to pry Surwa's eyes.

"We're back!" filsen said to his men and passed away leaving the place.

A gripping fishy smell filled the place, the red of the river waving a bunch of mother earth cries over her fallen son, who was dead, The love and love of the citizens of his country and his homeland will not be able to fade eroded by the time that passes.

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