EARLY GATE
EATEN OR SURVIVE

Where am I?" the swift rain soaked the earth Pertiwi with the fastening of panca and dharma on slippery bamboo poles wrapped in the regret of the previous victims. Beneath it were filled with dozens of torches to burn them alive.

The girder cheered with joy, their catch intact wrapped in bamboo poles covered with disappointment and also dried blood full of hunger. Scrolls of smoldering smoke covered the sky as the rain stopped to let down a little Grace and embrace the sacred souls that were bound. Sparks of fire are ignited, heat is intending the body of dharma and panca. Drop by drop the tears both of them fell unstoppably. Shaking all hope that seemed to disappear carried by the cold wind froze the flow of electricity in the brain and also always entered into the Sukma.

The sun's sting provides a process of warming but it will never precede the night. Sande kala positioned the reference time ritual that they will celebrate. The dance calls support festive celebrations. Yel-yel was echoed for their thanksgiving that they had achieved the expected goal.

"The crying of panca peaked at that time" a distant boy at his age had a bad experience of living a lamenting destiny beyond reason. Dharma muttered resignedly and only bowed down gloomily as his life was about to end tonight. Although it is undeniable that he also broke tears from the beginning to rise from his stupor.

Endless uproar when the brothers begin to feel pain in the area of the wrist because the hard ties of the rattan twist and stop their blood circulation. Like a python trying to wrap around a prey.

One of the group leaders began shouting loudly to ask all members to circle around the fresh meat they would eat later.

"Rakumam takhu's. Rakihing raksu." Speech of the opening ceremony at the beginning of the cannibal chief. Accompanied by the attitude of a pair of hands parallel vertically to the horizon.

"We finish the deck" said the last dharma to his brother who curled up a sincere smile full of surrender. Never seen the smile of his brother as weird as this, then he whose age under five should be more panicked and resigned instead turned to scold his brother with a loud tone. "AYA HIJI SIA KUDU AJEG'S. CICING CILAKA RETREAT NARAKA."

Then dharma shriveled his eyed, rowed thinking that his sister could be excited like this while feeling strange and neglected with panca statements. At once the eyes turn completely white, there are no black eyeballs between the eyelids. The veins and nerves that force out wriggling like a worm that just rose to the ground from his forehead, constantly staring at the face of the dharma itself when he continued to bow resigned. Like there was something tucked away in that statement. But it seems like the dharma is still flustered confused by the strange incident just now.

"Sutyana agimana katuro ritni," the leader continued to recite the mantra as he walked forward carrying the torch towards the dharma. At each step it imprint a footprints that will be a testament to the history of the burning of dharma and panca.

Dharma swiftly thought hard how he could survive this bastard ritual. A glimmer of hope came, a trace of knowledge entered concurrently in his memory, he was reminded of something about the Sundanese combat reinforcements war technique. Which he read at the time.

Twelve years ago his father had dharma read the book "ratuning bala sarewu". Gurgling rain accompanied by lightning roared in June mid-year, that day the dharma was off school and decided to stay at home all day plus the weather that did not allow him to go play out, he said, he was forced to lie in boredom on the bed looking at the window of the room whose curtains were wide open.

"TOKTOK," The sound of knocking on the door rang out loud. Behind him was a father carrying a book. The book is outlined by generations in his family, later every member of the family and it is a man obliged to read the book.

After knocking three times, the father immediately opened the door, in a moment the dharma view was seen as a box of objects he carried. "Maap dad immediately open the door, afraid you will sleep again, wake up when you sleep again," said the father greeted warmly in a sweet smile, he walked over to the dharma.

"Father, relax. This is also again diem gatau want to say," replied the dharma returned his father's smile.

"Dad bring a book, good for you to read. It's called ratuning bala sarewu."

Darma held the book slowly, confused and asked. "Ratuning bala sarewu what's the book?"

"This book explains how Sundanese war tactics used to be, so you read well" replied the father.

"Ngapain read war tactics. We will no longer fight," said the dharma while still taking the book.

"Even if you're not at war, you should read this book. Your grandfather also told me to read this book, so reading this book is rich in traditions in our family. So you must read well," father assured dharma that the book was passed down directly from his ancestors. After speaking and convincing the dharma, I immediately came out without speaking again.

Finally dharma reads a piece of knowledge that is in the book ratuning bala sarewu. He read about the war strategy entitled "makara bihwa" which is a war strategy that is not required to fight, the way to defeat the enemy is to destroy it from within.

It looks ambiguous when reading it at a glance, but dharma which at that time was still a teenager did not think too much about what it meant. And only when the condition of urgency accompanied by an adequate age, dharma began to understand what the meaning of the sentence listed in the book ratuning bala sarewu.

A half-meter torch with a black handle began to be attached to the fireplace fuel. There is no way to be safe for dharma and panca, death is waiting for them in the shadow of voracious teeth. But the dharma interrupts quickly when the torch will light a little more fire.

Panca after talking even continued her stupor. Blood was already pouring out, dripping from the tied hands. Dharma shouted out loud. "WHAT GOD DO YOU WORSHIP!! ONLY A CHEAP GOD WOULD BE BLESSED WITH CELENG MEAT LIKE US!" All eyes were fixed on the dharma, because he had indirectly insulted what they had worshipped.

The leader then went forward and shaved the embers of fire into the thighs of the dharma. "YYYY....." The dharma movement was in a lot of pain. Long pants made of dark green fabric are now hollow made. A reddish green cover part of the dharma pants. Dharma remains firm in intimidating the group leader with derogatory scorn and degrading impression.

"Look at this, your flesh has been partially charred. You're making a strange ritual that's never even happened anywhere. You want to follow the folly he made?" Dharma spoke with tears coming out endlessly.

At least the followers who are intending on dharma and panca are somewhat confused. They started to whisper and look at their peers.

"If you're hungry, why should there be a ritual. Eat it straight!" Again and again the dharma makes a statement of truth.