BLOODLETTING
Customary

Deg, jajang's heart stopped for a moment not long on the way he saw a figure that seemed to be very familiar, his head arrived suddenly ringing and dizzy.

Jajang almost fell from the top of the tree, but Sani sped up and came down from the arms of the jajang and turned to hug the jajang and sat him in a large branch that was quite safe.

"Sa ..it hurts so much!", jajang grimaced his pulsating head.

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"Prince hidayat.!", deg, the voice was clearly heard in his ears but he could not see the figure calling out a very familiar name in his head.

"Why dear?", Sani hugged the jajang full of affection and rubbed the jajang head that looked very sick.

Fleshback.

The palace of a kingdom called the kingdom of martapura appears from a very quiet distance, because it is all new.

It was only a few years ago that the center of the kingdom was moved from a place called muara kuwin to the mouth of the tangi wooden pond and that is where the center of martapura originated.

The elderly sultan Adam had actually bequeathed his seat to his son named sultan abdulrahman.

But just a few years into the government, the sultan abdulrahman died leaving two sons.

From a concubine named prince tamjid, while from the empress that is queen gahara has a son named prince hidayat.

In addition to sultan abdulrahman, sultan adam still had a son named prince anom, when sultan abdulrahman died should the kingdom still be relegated to prince anom.

But because according to the judgment of the sultan adam and some people among the royal family, prince Anom will not be able to rule the control of the kingdom government because he is considered stupid and not in the delight of the people.

At the time of abdulrahman's death prince hidayat and tamjid was too small to ascend the throne.

Therefore, the kingdom was held back by the sultan adam, now he seems to be getting older.

In an incident where the sultan was giving advice to the prince of lifeat, the prince of tamjid also participated in the meeting of his grandfather and grandson.

"My grandson!, life and tamjid" said the sultan adam in a voice that sounded very calm and shahdu, showing an old man who was full of knowledge and experience.

"I'm so glad you two came here, just this time I saw you guys together to gather with me, again I'm very happy to meet you guys together here", sultan Adam showed his old smile that looked full of dignity.

"I would be more pleased if you could live with the harmony of my grandson's grandson", sultan Adam stroked his two grandchildren's heads.

"I also hope so, grandfather", said the prince hidayat lowered his gaze.

"I'm an old grandson of my grandson, it feels like he can no longer control this kingdom again, later if life has ascended the throne, tamjid must also help your brother", sultan adam said while looking gently at the prince tamjid.

"But I will rejoice if the tamjid also helps the life, because however younger than you, the tamjid", once again sultan adam glanced at his grandson tamjid who was still down.

But in the end Tamjid spoke up, "I am not happy living in the palace, I better find a friend outside the palace if I will not be king when we are the same father's son and after all I am the eldest son" said the prince tamjid expressed his desire to become a king.

Sultan adam's heart became filled with words from his grandson, then he again spoke in a flat tone but still sounded soft.

"If according to the descendants it is like that, but.., we must know the customs of the kingdom" said the embroidery adam explained.

"That is entitled to receive the royal inheritance is the eldest child of the empress, the custom has been hereditary and still survives until now" said sultan adam waving his statement.

In the heart of the sultan Adam asked why his grandson said so he was worried if his bad feelings were getting late.

"Finely from now on you should start learning to meminpin the government and work hand in hand to build the kingdom and prosper the community and you should not look at the difference of mothers" again advice from the sultan adam.

Prince Tamjid's eyes seemed to be reddened with the anger on his chest, "but if it does not distinguish the mother, why should this kingdom be left to life only?", asked the prince tamjid to cut the words of sultan adam.

"We are reminded again by custom, tamjid!", said his grandfather again, his tone has not changed to remain calm, which then the prince hidayat joined the voice.

"Alright grandfather, forgive me if what I say is true, please accept but if it is wrong please grandfather give instructions" said the prince of life bowed his gaze in respect of the grandfather who became his deputy.

"What do you want to say?", asked sultan adam in a soft voice.

"If what the tamjid says is true, then I am willing to give my father's inheritance to the tamjid, maybe he is smarter than me, and maybe he is more willing to take the throne".

"Grandfather is very interested in what you say is life, you really are a good person, grandfather would rather agree if this kingdom you hold, Grandpa, but not only that I leave this kingdom to you, we can change the rules, but it is very difficult to change the customs, our customs are royal customs", clearly back sultan adam felt very dear to the prince of lifeat.

"But why can foreigners change our customs, for example the immigrants from Batavia they determine by choosing" said the Tamjid ruler interrupted his grandfather's words.

For the second time the sultan adam's heart was shocked to hear the words of the tamjid, the question mark in his mind became increasingly so.

"Why do you take the example of the immigrant people tamjid?", asked his brother with suspicion, "since when have you been in contact with foreigners who want to colonize us?".

Prince Tamjid did not say, he sprained his tongue saying the thing he was supposed to cover, "i know and just know the cake!", he said in a very low voice.

"But another mosque another field of locusts, another bottom of the fish, the custom of each nation is different, where the earth in the field there the sky is held, the custom of each nation is different, we must obey and obey the local customs and rules, we are in the kingdom of martapura, customs and rules martapur it is worth upholding".

Seriate...

(if the readers all feel not connected with the story, this story is a story adapted from the memory of jajang, well..who is jajang actually?, continue to read ya friends!").