BLOODLETTING
What is love?

Jajang is very innocent like a child, but it is better than the character of an adult man who has looked in the other direction.

The old man named Sukri, Sukri very much liked the new growing bachelor, Jajang an unyielding person, who was very fond of the new, seen where he taught him to practice martial arts Jajang never complained and always did whatever he said.

"Sir? I managed to catch a fish in the river, let's eat together!" exclaim Jajang smiled gently with great respect.

"Well, son, take your sister!" said Mr. Sukri stepped towards a place where his seat came from woven bamboo.

"Well sir!", Jajang stepped into her sister's room and found her sister freshly dressed because today they were planning to do training on the edge of the waterfall.

The calm atmosphere again struggled with the delicious taste of grilled fish that lured the tongue with red chili and tomatoes mashed without rice.

"Let's practice, but before that we hide our weapons!", Mr. Sukri took his weapons and took them to their underground hiding places.

"Mari!", Jajang helped Pak Sukri tidy up their weapons and passed away leaving the place, towards a waterfall that was quite swift.

"Now we're going to do some breathing training, remember! this is very necessary to protect yourself when in threatened conditions." said Pak Sukri and his second daughter Puera and directly into a field created from waterfall drops.

"Immediately get up when you feel your breath is heavy and do breathing on land, but before you immerse yourself do warm up first", said Mr. Sukri who immediately nodded them and the training went quite well, and the return time was already evening.

"Let's go home!", Mr. Sukri pulled his two daughters ashore and walked towards their house but saw some people who were hiding in the trees, quickly Mr. Sukri, and then he came to his house, Jajang and her daughter Sani climb a tree.

They do sign language that can be understood by Mr. Sukri and others.

Some soldiers burned down their homes, the mothers and their babies fled to a more hidden place in a Cave and in the underground Cave they dug the ground and there they hid the weak and protected them.

After burning they left, but the citizens who looked at them did not go down and chose to return to the Cave of their main hiding place.

"So why do the criminals know where we are?" ask Jajang when they get to the cave.

"There are so many factors that they can find us, first of all the smoke in which we cook it will be a very big influence, the second because of our footprints that lead there from our step on the ground, that's why the Father told you to swing from tree to tree to get here so they can't find us, and you also make the village outside the hiding place for us to cook so that suspicion does not lead here" said Pak Sukri explained the reason.

Jajang nodded in understanding, he also understood why they were safer to take the upper path because the lower path was very dangerous, besides being fitted with many traps and so many snakes were deliberately scattered under the trees.

"When are we like this?" Sani nangkeup harigu (hugging yourself/empty hug).

"Until the time that the giver of life creates this war ends son!" Mr. Sukri stroked his daughter's hair.

There is no bonfire to warm when their clothes are wet and no change, because the babies and the weak are more entitled to warmth than those who are healthy and strong.

Jajang approached Sani and immediately hugged her, quickly pushing Jajang's body away from her, "what are you doing? are you stupid!" Sani was wrathful and looked at Jajang's bare-chested body.

"I just look at them, who feel warm when on deckap", Jajang looked down and pointed at a couple who were hugging each other to withstand the cold of the night.

"Huuuhwah... Ask your father what are you doing right? go!" Sani kicked Jajang out of front of him, with a heavy step, Jajang to the place where his father was asleep.

"Sir?" Jajang saw his father who had not fallen asleep and looked down sluggishly.

"Yes son?", Mr. Sukri looked up at his Son.

"My sister is cold and I just want to keep her warm, what should I do? and am I wrong if I do the same thing as them?" jajang asked innocently pointing towards the couple who were hugging.

Mr. Sukri sat down and faced his Son, he patted the Prince on the shoulder and smiled at a glance, "you don't know son? they are married and doing such a thing is not forbidden, different if the unmarried person who does it will be a sin son" Jajang nodded trying to absorb his father's words.

"Then can I also get married?", asked plainly Jajang asked his father's explanation.

"Of course, when you love someone then you can marry him!" said Mr. Sukri looking softly at Jajang's eyes.

"Love? what is love?" ask again Jajang did not understand, the word seemed ambiguous in his brain, he seemed to get absorption but on the other hand he also did not know and did not understand the foreign word.

"Love is related to the heart of my child, ask what do you feel at this time?" asked Mr. Sukri trying to explain on plain paper like Jajang.

"Feelings, I feel the father of a good person, and I am very happy with the father, and want to always be with the father and sister!", Jajang burusaha felt his feelings.

"Then what else do you feel for your father? when should we part ways suddenly?" Mr. Sukri confirmed his seat.

"Hmm, maybe I'll look for you and wait for you at the training ground!", Jajang innocently replied with his feelings.

"Well it's called love, and dear it will usually arise want happiness for loved ones, such as today's son Jajang who wants happiness for the Father, for example, and that pity on your sister is called dear!" said Mr. Sukri and went back to sleep.

"What does this have to do with love?" Jajang asked curiously.

"That's because the two have many similarities and similarities until it is difficult to distinguish, now understand first the affection in your heart and then you will understand the love", said Mr. Sukri closed his eyes to sleep.

Jajang nodded and fell asleep on the ground right next to the Father, Jajang tried to digest every word Mr. Sukri.

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