Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 26. Escape Avoiding Problems

Keep Saksena retreated, panicked and confused as to what to do. At the same time, two friends Takil kept shouting for help because no one had come.

Yes, Surakala fight from Padepokan Kasengsem Arak titled Pendekar Bumbung Wulung against Sangrama from Padepokan Waringin Putih drugged the audience in suspense. Moreover, they have started placing bets.

Betting with a friend on the left right, something very exciting, even for a moment they forget everything.

The cheers were encouraging as well as the cries of disappointment kept them up. So the screams of two Takil comrades drowned, gone.

Keep Saksena still silent, not knowing what she should do. Until, an Byung tetiba dish flashed in his memory.

"The best martial art when danger is running is to save yourself."

'Stool!' jaga cried out justifying, then without ba bi bu, Jaga Saksena immediately ran as fast as he could.

"The killer escaped!!"

One of Takil's comrades who realized Keep running immediately got up. He ran to the square to the nearest adult.

"Uncle! Please uncle!"

"Please what?! You just interrupt!" reluctant to the adult man.

"Uncle! Help u! There's murder!"

"Well what?!"

Soon, the south end of the square was in a furore.

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"Host ... Host ...!"

Keep Saksena who kept running towards the west gasping for breath. He only stopped when he arrived at a gate of a large house that looked samun (dark, haunted, long uninhabited_pen).

The gate is worn out, the yard is filled with weeds, the building is a black stone wall that has been broken in some places with a partially collapsed roof. The old building is really creepy for little kids, but not for Jaga Saksena at the moment.

'I'd better hide in there!'

Keep Saksena again running into the yard, then barging through a hole in the wall that has been broken.

"Host ...! Hosst ...!" Keep standing against the wall that has also been overgrown with weeds creeping.

'Forced me to run away. Because if I continue there, I will definitely be accused of being a murderer. Damn that boy! Wanted to hurt people and die alone! Mbokyaha if you die don't bother anyone else! What about his parents ....'

Keep Saksena speechless set her breath cringinging, but her mind just kept moving thinking about the incident just now, thinking about the family of the boy who died and so on.

Long time his mind flew, Keep Saksena finally decided,

'It was his own fault, not mine! I'd better forget about that. Ah .. if I could be like those warriors. I don't need to run like this! I can tell you the truth without worrying that they don't believe it!'

Now Jaga Saksena's imagination begins to drift, assuming she has swordsman abilities. Until not realized, Jaga began to imitate the movement of kicking and hitting then rolled forward to the back then bend the body back to intend to do the movement of the salto.

"Ukh .. was difficult!" muttered Jaga Saksena. "I'd better make an easy move first!"

Keep Saksena repeating the movement randomly at will.

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The house is the residence of Raden Bakintal.

Called raden because it still has kinship with the king. Although the relatives are far away so do not live in the palace in the north of the square.

This distant relative of the king was given special treatment and was still highly respected by the public.

In the spacious living room.

"Uuuuu hu hu hu huu ...!"

A woman in her 30s cries sedu sedan. In front of him was the stiff body of a boy.

It was the corpse of Takil who had been delivered by the citizens and his two friends. But they immediately returned to the square to watch the battle that was being rattled. Again, whether when Takil's body will be buried or drunk.

Only three people remained, two friends Takil and one adult who turned out to be the bouncer of the family trust Juragan Bakintal.

At the same time, when she kept crying.

"I swear! Whoever did this must die!"

The fat man with round belly tub sagging water with the transverse mustache shouted loudly. From the morning he had forbidden his only son to not wander because many people would come.

At first Takil complied, not after approaching the competition, Takil secretly went with his two friends.

Because late _does not come from the morning _ Takil only got the last place. When he came up with the idea of climbing a tree, Jaga Saksena was ahead of him.

Takil can actually find another tree. But because he felt more noble, he rebuked Jaga Saksena who he considered a lowly man, dalit. Then what happened happened.

"Ndoro .. forgive the negligence of this foolish servant!" Confidence bouncer Juragan Bakintal, Jakala kneeled. "If I don't let you take a day off, none of this will happen."

Jakala, a large-bodied man, muscles wrung like a creeping worm, bare-chested with curly hair is really sorry. Not because he was permission not to guard the house, but because when the actual incident he was not too far away. It's just that due to too much betting spirit he did not pay attention around let alone the back.

"Judges! It's also because of your mistake. If you keep the house, my son can't escape!"

"Hamba is ready to accept punishment, Ndoro ...."

"Your punishment after you killed the culprit. Do you know who killed my son?!"

"To name yet, Ndoro. But for his characteristics, two friends of Den Bagus Takil still remember him, Ndoro."

"Quick you go to Ki Ranawela's house, invite two friends of my son to describe the perpetrator. Then you spread it to the whole kingdom. Woro-throats anyone who can catch him alive or dead will give me two thousand gold pieces!"

"Well, Ndoro ...."

Raden Bakintal gave a small bag of gold pieces to pay for the services of Ki Ranawela later.

Jakala received it politely and then retreated in a squatting position. The man only got up after being near the exit. Same with two friends Takil.

Ki Ranawela was one of the royal clerks. His residence was also within the palace walls.

After asking permission from the palace gatekeeper, Jakala and two Takil friends immediately rushed into the residence located far to the west inside the wall.

The house is quite large and magnificent because it is made of galih (core_pen) teak wood.

Exactly what was ordered by Raden Bakintal, because Ki Ranawela was at the residence. The old man did not watch the competition. In addition to feeling old, who is in charge of recording the results of the competition is another scribe who is still young.