BLOODLETTING

BLOODLETTING
Jajang and Jaka the son of Mother Earth


On top of the tree that dangled to the beach Jajang and Jaka seemed to be enjoying the morning sunshine, the morning scenery was very warm touching the pores of their skin.


"How's next?" tanya Jaka tidied up her unused luggage.


"We go home first! let them survive and protect themselves and let the leader get his karma from what he did!" jajang smiled at a glance.


Seeing the sunlight slowly hitting his skin entering the gap in his increasingly long hair, Jaka nodded staring in admiration at Jajang who became his role model in doing something.


"Wait on! that's what?" Jaka was wide-eyed when he found a large ship heading to his place.


Jajang stared at the end of Jaka's arm that pointed to the end of the ocean, Jajang's eyes perfectly rounded and quickly jumped from the tree trunk.


"Let's tell the residents!" jajang said then took the basket and followed by Jaka.


But how surprised Jajang when he found the natives who had taken all the weapons of the invaders and ready to attack.


"That's uncle last night!" said a boy pointing towards Jaka.


Jaka looked at the boy fixedly and noticed the entire view of the villagers who led to him, Jaka pointed at himself and then stuck Jajang.


The natives then approached and hugged Jaka full of haru even among them there are also crying a mouthful, Jaka irritated his head staring at Jajang.


"Thank you young man, we survived thanks to you!" said a man who looked old.


"Gee.hehehe.. Yes, it is the same!" said Jaka clumsily and Jajang who saw Jaka's nervousness chuckled softly.


"Who are you?" ask the old man to Jajang and Jaka.


"You.mi..!" not yet as long as Jaka finished his sentence Jajang has interrupted his speech.


"We're just Musafirs!" said Jajang later, Jakapun quickly menagngguk justifying Jajang's speech.


"Iiiyaaa. We are Musafirs!" said Jaka chimed in Jajang's speech which seemed still very nervous.


"No..!" it appears that a woman from the native grove was crying and gathering later.


"Hiks iii.this is the destiny of the hyx.. My prince you're not dead!" said the woman in her sobs.


Everyone seemed to look at the woman with full attention, Jajang who felt that she would be discovered may now not be able to avoid her identity.


"He is not a Musafir... He is my Prince, the Sultan of our country who is said to have died... Hix... He is Prince Hidayat!" everyone was stunned to hear the woman's words.


Jaka looked at Jajang who seemed unable to dodge anymore, now Jajang seemed to exhale rough.


"Ah yes, sorry I became a coward I am indeed Hidayat!" jajang lowered his gaze.


"Then the story will be! look at them getting closer! we need to get ready!" exclaim Jaka confirmed the word, while showing his hand towards the sea which showed a large ship that was getting closer, while diverting the attention of all villagers.


"Jaka! the leaf still there?" jajang asked him a leaf from the tree of death that he remembered he had not used.


"There!" Jaka quickly took out the leaves that Jajang meant, and gave them to Jajang.


"It's Jang!" Jajang nodded in acceptance of the gift from Jaka.


Very deftly Jajang lit a fire and took a long rope made of roots and saw a roll at the end of the stone, a stone, the wood of the tree of death and the leaves of the tree of death are then burned but do not cause smoke.


Very nimble Jajang threw rocks, wood and wet leaves from the tree of death towards the big ship up to tens of times until finally there was a puff of smoke from the ship.


"How's Jak?" jajang asked Jaka who seemed to be paying attention.


"Hmmm. I'm following Jang!" said Jaka who then followed Jajang's movement until finally they did the same thing together.


"See if anyone wants to escape!" jaka pointed towards a small boat coming down from the big ship.


"I'm handing them over to you Jaka!" jajang said, Jaka laughed at his friend's words and immediately took a bow and sharp wood that had been carved as big as a skewer in Jaka's use.


When the sharpness of the tip of the arrow that shot stuck directly in the body of the invaders and did not take long even though their wounds were not so deep but they immediately fell into the ocean.


Jajang and Jaka looked at each other and threw meaningful smiles at each other, they managed to destroy them without doing great things and great sacrifices thanks to all the benefits of the tree of death.


The natives who witnessed the incident stared in awe at Jajang and Jaka who even though they were in trouble but they were still able to smile and that also made all the natives feel comfortable and carried away the atmosphere of their smile that felt so warm, like the sunlight that had just hit their bodies.


It is difficult to describe how sad Jajang is but he is okay and like a good person, he is very grateful when his daughter is able to escape, he said, for him that was enough for him to feel happy because his successor and his wife had survived.


His life seemed worthless, now he only wanted to shed his blood for the motherland and motherland, no matter what other people know him or not or know him as who he is now just want to be the son of the nation and devote his love for the homeland.


The natives then approached to notice the two men who now seemed to be hitting each other with jokes, indeed, the age of Jajang and Jaka is not young but when Jajang with Jaka he felt comfort and trust that is difficult to say he never felt if Jaka was someone else, he said, he always felt he was his own brother.


"Thank you!" said an elder to the two of them who were joking, even though their condition was squeezed but laughter could melt the stiffness in their chests.


Jajang looked at Old Man who had called him and smiled gently, he said Jaka signaled to stop joking.


"Yes, it's our duty to help each other!" said Jajang.


"If you're confused as to why the ship could catch fire, it's a very easy thing to do, look at the shape of the ship!" Jajang showed his index finger towards the ship which now appears a puff of smoke soaring into the air, which saw the day's eye rays between the intersections hit.


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