Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 7. Sacrificed

After feeding all the boiled tubers, the young woman left Jaga alone.

"Hhh ...! It feels fresh to eat full! Now it's time to escape!"

Keep Saksena strengthen her body especially in the hands to break the rope, but in vain. The rope is too strong. Likewise the rope in the legs, even when Jaga tried to bite him.

'It's too strong!' heart murmured Keep Saksena until finally can only stay silent.

Time goes on, the afternoon replaces the afternoon and then the afternoon is shifted by the night.

Bregs!

Someone opened the door when Jaga Saksena started to get sleepy.

Three men enter.

"Hurry up and bring him!"

"What about the gun?!"

"Let it as a sign of victim we're not weaklings!"

Instantly the drowsiness Keep Saksena lost by the roughness of two people who gripped her two arms.

The boy was taken out to the middle of the settlement where the burning fire had raged.

"That's him on the wooden crossbar!"

This time the one who gave the order was the chief.

The two men quickly took the boy. While some other burly men helped.

What is the power of a ten-year-old boy under the power of the great men. Keep Saksena can't wrench. Two of his hands were stretched out then the wrists were tied to the wood. And so with his feet.

"Let go! What are you doing to me!" shout Keep Saksena while struggling, exerting strength to try to escape.

The vain scream. Besides those people don't care, they don't understand Jaga Saksena's words either. Except for the young lady who was feeding Jaga, her face seemed to be sympathetic even though she was only silent in the line of the women.

'Woe to me!"

Keep Saksena nanar staring at people who look smiling happy to be acted up by their fellow chatter.

'People are sick! How can they look happy on top of my suffering? Don't-don't ....'

When the thought of Jaga Saksena wildly guessed what was going to happen tetiba yelled at a grandmother carrying a black stick. Who else if not Grandma Seti.

"Tonight," Seti began to speak in a loud voice, "Our deity, the Baghala, the Dark God, the Protector, the Helper is coming. Appear before all of us. Not because of the request of Peko son and future successor of the chieftain. But because the Baghala will show us his power!"

The sudden atmosphere of syahdu (khusyu'_pen).

"Let's start the worship!" exclaim Grandma Seti gave the order.

Simultaneously everyone sat down facing the roasting fire, while Grandma Seti gestured for someone to put a horned skull on a stake behind the fire.

After advancing a few steps to then sit down to rest, as the leader of the ritual that will begin soon.

"People of the Baghala!" exclaim Seti raised his hands straight with his fingers open.

The same thing is done by the people behind. They repeat Seti's words and imitate his movements.

"Take our prayers!" Back Grandma Seti exclaimed as she slammed the eels and palms on the ground.

Like the first moment, everyone followed Seti.

When all had followed, Seti raised his head and hands back like the initial movement. It's just that this time it's a different appeal, though,

"Praise the Baghala, our Helper!"

Keep Saksena who saw it all can only wonder inwardly. 'What did they say? What the hell are they doing? What does that have to do with me? Was I told to watch? But why am I tied up in this way?' And there are still many questions in the heart of Jaga Saksena.

When all the questions were unanswered, Jaga Saksena's consciousness called out, 'It doesn't matter all those questions, the most important thing is that I should be able to escape and get away from this place!'

But the straps are made of selected animal skin that is tightly twisted so that the strength is much better than the rope made of tree bark.

'It's only right that they ignore me here, this rope is so strong! My hand has bled but the rope bond has not been saggy!'

"Huffft ...."

Keep Saksena sighing long before returning to take a slow breath to gather strength and determination.

However,

"Hua hahaha!"

The sound of heavy and hoarse laughter echoed forth along with the realization of a large black shadow figure with red eyes behind the blazing fire.

Even the blazing flames were unable to illuminate the form of the huge horned black figure.

'Wasn't that dumb-ass who bothered me last night?! Apparently these people worship him!' Keep Saksena immediately recognize the big black figure and start to understand a little what is going on.

At the same time, Seti and everyone were still emphasizing the eel and hand to the ground. Except Peko the son of the chief.

Peko, the man leading the capture Jaga Saksena looked sharply at the figure of the large black body. The young man had long been waiting for this encounter so that he would not be wasted.

"Haha! I am the Baghala! Dark ruler! The ruler of this jungle! Whoever worships me will enter into my protection. And on the contrary, whoever rejects me will suffer the painful torment of me!"

Because Baghala speaks the language of the Smito tribe, Jaga Saksena does not heed it. He continued to try to loosen the bond even though more blood now dripped from his wrist.

"Our worship and devotion to the Baghala ...!" seti was still in a prostrate position.

"Hahaha .. I accept your prayers! Raise your heads and sit down! Now, I'll show you my power!"

Everyone raised their heads to sit down and look at their god.

Everyone immediately felt a sense of fear, as the god they worshipped turned out to be quite terrifying.

The figure of the Baghala shifted closer to the little boy on the cross.

"Buck!" saya Sang Baghala uses the Jaga Saksena language, "now you know who I am?!"

"From the beginning I knew who you were!"

Seeing the conversation of the Baghala and the boy _though not understand_ Grandma Seti and everyone was amazed. For the Baghala could speak and understand the language of the boy.

"Well, if you already know. Why don't you worship me?!"

"Yes, because I knew from the beginning you were just a dumb-ass dork!" just keep Saksena replied.

The answer was light, as light as blowing a kapok, but to the Baghala like lightning struck right in the ear.

"You really blew a bolt of lightning in my ear! Then I'm not afraid to burn you alive! Oh. .. it's too light. I'll have them stick a long stick in your anus first until it breaks into your mouth! After that I order them to bake you! Then I'll have them eat your meat!"

"Belic savage! You think I'm afraid of your bluff, huh?!"

Accused of bluffing, the Baghala chuckled before saying,

"Who's bluffing you?!"

Saying so, the Baghala summoned the chief. "Chief of the Smito Tribe!"

"Hamba facing, San Baghala!"

"Come here and bring the roaster's spear!"

Not waiting for the order to be repeated, Chieftain Smito rushed to grab the spear and approached. His chest was puffed up, there was pride because it was given orders by the Baghala directly.

"You bring the tip of the spear closer to the anus of this boy, and stab it when I give the order!"

"Good God of Darkness, according to your orders."