BLOODLETTING
Real identity

"What is your real purpose?" tanya Jajang watched everyone who had just come out from among the shrubs around the area.

"We aim for the same purpose as you!" said one of them, who looked like his leader.

Jajang was silent for a moment to notice those who seemed harmless but they looked quite slippery like eels, making Jajang a little wary, with ease Jajang sat and lit a fire on the dry firewood that was around where he was.

"All right! Please talk!" jajang said, but Jaka still stands and is alert to circumstances that might turn out to be dangerous.

"You fought on your own and were able to destroy a place that we have been wanting to destroy for so long, we want to be your allies!" said the man, but Jaka who heard it felt bad and did not like it.

"I don't agree!" jaka said he didn't like it.

But Jajang instead gestured through his hand for Jaka not to continue his speech.

"Okay, but we don't like to be in groups, your goal of destroying their base has been successful, so what else do you want to do?" tanya Jajang was curious.

"Everything has its roots, and roots are the essence of its life!" said the man again.

"You want us to go to their country?" Jajang immediately closed the conversation until everyone fell silent without a sound.

"I'm sorry, if that's what you're asking I can't!" jajang said throwing the ashes in his hands at them and immediately pulled Jaka's hand to get away from the very dangerous crowd, until finally disappeared in the dark of night. Indeed, an eel is not dangerous or poisonous, but Jajang just does not want them all to die like his brothers first.

The ash is the ash from the wood of the tree of death, it is not too much of an effect that arises but is able to make the eyes poignant and breath difficult but only have a temporary effect.

Jaka who kept turning Jajang's back felt very amazed by the wisdom of his brother.

Their journey continues to the next headquarters of the invaders, to destroy the vile invaders, but before they do, they return to a cave that became their headquarters now, although the distance is very far, but that is where they feel comfortable.

While the place they left was destroyed with countless casualties.

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"Gee.. Very cakey! But where is the ambush now?" ask a girl to her grandfather who is telling a story.

"Now it is a city centre of our province!" the grandfather explained very carefully.

"Wow, is that in bandung?" ask the girl again.

"Yes it's right there! But after that happened, the invaders became increasingly and more uncontrollable but the rebellion of the natives was never extinguished, they continue to rebel to defend our land today." said the old grandfather.

"Then what happened to the people who met Jajang?" ask the little girl again to her grandfather.

"Dear alika, do you know what history is?" his grandfather smiled looking into the golden brown eyes of his granddaughter named Alika.

Alika then shook her head, how could she know, she was alone when listening to history lessons always sleep in class.

"That history will write down the majesty of victory, and rarely express how it struggles, other than that a history will certainly be pro against the meneng." the old man explained as he stood opening the curtains of the originally closed room.

"Alika have you ever heard of a group that lost the war and the defeat was glorified?" ask the old man to the girl who looks still staring.

"Yes I've heard it, like the story of the crusades! The Muslims lost but the defeat is still glorified because there is learning in it, and is not that why the westerners spread to our region to repeat the history of the victory?" the little girl who read the novel too often concluded that her knowledge was as good as her own.

The grandfather shook his head to hear his grandson's answer which sounded so convincing and so encouraging.

"Try thinking, why did they colonize our country?" the grandfather then looked down at the expression on Alika's face which still looked confused.

"Hmmm, maybe because our land is fertile, because we are also a rich island nation and of course because the women are beautiful!" Alika with her wide smile raised her index finger and thumb under her chin, revealing a cool style.

The grandfather then shook his head slowly and chuckled afterwards to say how the nature of his grandson is very sweet.

"Yes maybe one of them is also because of that, you're smart!" said the grandfather, instead of denying the grandfather justifies the words of his grandson.

"Before cake, I wonder not to..!" Alika probed the grandfather's face and showed him her finger.

"Don't do what?" his grandfather raised his old eyebrows watching the beautiful face of the grandson.

"Grandpa's name is not wrong Jaka Rahardika right? And my grandmother's name is Yasmin, why do you call my grandmother Zahra because Zahra is a common word from Yasmin right? Don't think I didn't notice grandpa's story!" Alika looked at Jaka's face which now seemed to meet.

"I've guessed, Yasmin means Jasmine Flower or just Jasmine, just like Jasmint from English but Yasmin is if not wrong derived from Arabic, right?" again Alika guesses nebak according to her instincts.

"Well if the next grandpa said Zahra to Jajang, I know for sure grandfather keceplosan right? Zahra means flower but is general and not specific in other words Yasmin Azzahra is the name of my grandmother hayolo ngaku!" Alika with her sweet smile probed every corner of her grandfather's face in the style of a detective.

"Yes, you're right!" without dodging again Jaka mengiiya will wipe the head of his grandson.

"Cie cie's.. The mission is not focused because of thinking grandma, ahem ahem ahem!" Alika seduces her grandfather with ABG style.

"Your grandmother is beautiful when your grandfather cannot turn away!" the grandfather smiled back.

"Moreover the story...!" Alika welds with face and eyes made cute.

"'Allahu Allahu newspaper..!" the hum of the sound of the Adhan rang in their ears, giving peace to the soup that was increasingly lulled in the cradle of the melodious sound.

"Sholat first yes!" said Jaka stroked the head of the grandson full of affection.

Alika nodded in agreement and followed the grandfather's door, carrying a roll of cloth in a container that rolled it.

They walked towards a small mosque not so far from the house they lived in, turning their eyebrows to the divine.

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