Crown Prince Sanggana
Calamari 2: Bolong Jungkal
*Earth Bowel Whip (Earth)*
Bolong Jungkal's. That was the name of the hunchback grandfather who was almost a hundred years old. So it is appropriate that all his hair is white. From head hair, eyebrows, armpits, to gray toe hair.
Despite the hunchback, he did not use any assistive devices to walk. No sticks or scooters. He chose to stand on his own feet rather than on his own hands.
Grandfather dressed in shabby brown color is now standing on a tree that grows longitudinally jutting over the fast flowing river water. The distance between the water and the branches is only as high as one cubit.
The two legs of Bolong Jungkal stood straddling on the branch with their bodies bent. His old eyes were still alert enough to observe the movements in the river water. In the grip of his left hand there are many bamboo lidis, meaning larger than the coconut leaf lid. While his right hand held a bamboo lid.
This is how Bolong Jungkal provides himself, namely by hunting fish. He prefers hunting to fishing. His teeth were no longer there make him have to eat fish. Even if you want to eat chicken, the chicken must be boiled long until the meat is destroyed.
He's just getting started. He stood still patiently pecking on the branch without fear of falling, even without a handle on life. His eyes were watching the flowing water.
Long enough the grandfather silently pecked, until his eyelids slowly dropped as it turned heavy. Upon awakening from his drowsiness, Bolong Jungkal was startled and immediately shook his head in a quick rhythm to restore the strength of his eyes. He's back in focus.
However, not how long the focus on the river water, the eyelids of the grandfather again turned very heavy. It looks like last night he was up late watching a football game.
The hunchback body that was initially unmoved, suddenly flashed slowly forward.
Jburs!
Succeeds. Bolong Jungkal managed to fall into the water. It was fresh and fresh for a while. With a mouth that gasped like the mouth of a chef fish, the grandfather immediately swam to the edge.
Such an event is not the first time, but often, if the hunted fish do not pass.
Bolong Jungkal rode ashore in a drenched condition, but it did not seem to be a problem for him. Fortunately his bidi-liidin not separated from the grasp like the release of the former lover from the application. So, the grandfather does not need to make a new lidi.
He went back up to the tree carefully. Both of his hands were actively holding on to the branches. He returned to stand in his place.
Seet! Clever!
Just standing on the branch again, Bolong Jungkal suddenly saw a shadow of a swimming fish. He then slid a lid on his right hand. Lidi was darting out of sight because it was too fast. Know there is a ripple point in the river water.
When making sure that the tongue stuck on a fish, the hunchback grandfather immediately jumped away chasing his prey. Because, fish that are grounded directly away carried away by the current.
The grandfather swam quickly after the fish he caught. And succeed. A fish measuring two palms wide he managed to catch in the condition of the deceased. There is a bamboo lid stuck translucent on the head of the fish.
Bolong Jungkal then threw the fish just like that on land.
He swam back to the edge and climbed ashore, then went back to the branch of the tree that jutted almost above the middle of the river.
Long story short, as many as three fish successfully Bolong Jungkal can. The same way, when the prey passes, is shot with a bamboo lid that is glued with the help of a little inner energy. Then the grandfather jumped into the plunge to hunt the drifting fish.
In the fourth experiment, something happened that surprised the grandfather.
“Big fish!” pekik Bolong Jungkal was so excited when he saw a large shadow passing under the surface of the water.
The grandfather immediately swung his hand which was holding a bamboo lid.
After a moment of silence with a sharp gaze looking at the figure of a child's body that was drifting without movement of life, Bolong Jungkal immediately jumped into a waterfall that immediately fell near the object.
Bolong Jungkal immediately grabbed the hand of the washed up child. He immediately checked the pulse on the child's wrist.
“If the ordinary person who found this child, must have been presumed dead,” said the grandfather with a serious frown, as if he was thinking about a super complicated matter.
Bolong Jungkal then brought the child to the edge so that he was not disturbed by the tightness of the water current.
Bolong Jungkal lifted a little body of the eleven-year-old boy so that his upper body out of the water. While both the child's hands and feet dangled helplessly.
The cess!
The left hand of Bolong Jungkal who was holding a group of bidi suddenly glowed green at his fingertips. Lidi-Lidi deliberately let it slip and drift in the water. The five fingers of the old hand were then placed on the child's chest and pressed against it.
The process aims to secure the life of the child so as not to be separated from the body.
So, capitalized on the capture of three fish and one human child, Bolong Jungkal returned to his remote home on the edge of a bamboo forest. The position of the house was hidden, not easy to see if there were people passing around the place.
“What's your name, Son?” asked Bolong Jungkal after the boy woke up from his stupor for three days. It is not easy to keep the child alive.
“Bagang Kala, Cake. Where am I, Cake? Huuu huuu ..!” the boy answered and asked and began to cry.
“You're at my house. Just call me Grandpa Bolong,” Bolong Jungkal replied.
Bagang Kala laughed at his grandfather's name, but sadness dominated his feelings.
“Why are you sad? Tell Grandpa what drifted you in the Snake Bone River!” ask Bolong Jungkal.
While continuing to cry because he remembered what had happened to his father, mother and older sister, Bagang Kala told a broken story. However, in the end he was able to close his true story.
Hearing the story, burning with the flames of Bolong Jungkal's anger, it was seen from his flushed face and his fierce-turned gaze.
“Hell Whip Hunt!” said riled.
But then, the grandfather took a deep breath.
“However, as far as I know the Hell Whip College is a white school in the martial world. Ah, maybe also my assessment has been wrong,” said Bolong Jungkal.
“They are very evil, Cake!” bagang Kala.
“Iya yes. If that's what they do, they're very bad. They must be exterminated from the face of the earth so that there are no more victims. Most people, if they have been given power, they like to act at will,” said Bolong Jungkal.
“I want to kill them all, Cake!” his Bagang Kala.
“Eeeh, wait, wait!” sergeant Bolong Jungkal. Then he said to the boy who was still lying, “With your age still this young and your strength still this weak, it's the same you're going to kill yourself. Grandpa offers you to teach you the science of canoeing and devotion until later you can avenge the deaths of those you love. How, Bagang?”
“I'm very willing, Cake!” answer Bagang Kala fast and enthusiastic. He instantly wiped away the flood of tears with the back of his hand, as well as wiping his snot. (BH)