Loss of 2 Blood Bride Swordsman
DPP 42: Duke Angry

*Blood Bride Swordsman (DPP)*

“My son has made me angry. Now you go home with defeat. How can I not die standing up, huh?!” duke Bawel Semara shouted to dozens of his soldiers who were crouching full in his yard.

The soldiers who sat together were soldiers who came home with their lives and wounds, including Commander Young Arit Batik. He sat leaning against a soldier of his men while enduring the pain of his wounds.

The wounded soldiers must be extra patient. Instead of being called a healer, they should get angry first from the duke.

“What use do you guys do I bribe with wages every month, if only produce piss and wet cakes? What good is your number of tens, if only capturing two women is not gallant? You barren duck warrior!” maki Adipati Bawel Semara who at the ends he took off his right foot shoes and threw them.

Dak!

“Aduh!” complained Arit Batik who could not avoid his face from the Duke's shoes.

“Why don't you all die there, huh?! Rather than bothering here. Let your wives be able to remarry quietly, no need to take care of useless men like you!” the Duke snapped again to the soldiers in general.

“Definitely Gusti Adipati who wants to marry our wives if we die,” whispered a soldier to his next-door partner in the last position.

“Iya. Dikira Gusti Adipati the most handsome, even though when playing bed, half a round only his breath was like clogged up,” said his colleague also who had a uniform feeling, equally upset, hate not to wear longs.

“Basic blind warrior! Didn't hear I was angry?” duke Bawel Semara shouted glaring at the two soldiers who were whispering in the back row.

Dak!

“Anbing!” maki one of the soldiers whispered earlier, when the Duke's shoes hit right in his ear. Fortunately the makiannya blur, so the Duke did not feel called a dog or goat.

However, the edges still the soldier shriveled like a cat clamped to the nape of his neck.

“Mo-mo-please forgive, Gusti!” said the soldier so stuttered, contrast when the Duke's shoes hit him.

“Now who can I count on to kill those warriors if not you?” duke of Bawel Semara.

No soldier dared to answer.

“Come javaab! I askedaa!” yelled Duke upset not play.

“You nenye? You tenye-tenye?” No soldier said that because they still love life, not the wife.

“Hamba help answer, Gusti!” sahut one of the dukes that did not include the attacking team to the residence of Nyai Demang.

“Jawab!” dukip Bawel Semara's.

“If Gusti deploys all the soldiers and tile, surely they will be overwhelmed, Gusti,” said a tile that looks smarter because of its wide forehead protruding.

“What's your name?” ask the Duke of Bawel.

“Loh, Gusti forgot the name of the servant? The name of Kepirit's servant, who always controls Gusti if he goes to midnight,” said the temple was familiar, making the soldiers glance cynically.

“Oh yes, you're a Pyrite. I was too angry with those stupid soldiers, so I forgot your name,” if the Duke of Bawel is calmer. Then the order, “You replace that stupid Arit Batik, lead all the duchy and temple troops to raid Demang Segara Gara's house!”

“Hah!” shock Kepirit. His facial expression instantly changed. “Do not slave Gusti. Servant is no greater than Commander-in-Chief.”

“Just lie!” the Duke of Bawel was angry again.

Silence Kepirit.

“Come, who can give you a smart proposal, I give you a gift!” exclaim Adipati gave a contest.

Like a striped-nose man hearing a virgin's giggling, at once some of the soldiers straightened their faces. “Kepeng” becomes a keyword that evokes the spirit of life.

“Say!” dukip Bawel Semara's.

“We ask for help to the Kingdom, Gusti,” said the soldier was more confident.

“I've sent a letter to the Palace reporting the crime of Demang Segara Gara,” said the Duke.

“Behold servant, if only send a letter, moreover it is only a report, the Kingdom will not send a relief force. Proposed servant, it is better Gusti came directly to the Palace to ask for the help of Royal troops,” said the soldier.

“True too. Why am I being this stupid?” duke Bawel Semara said to himself. He then scolded all his soldiers, “This is because all of you who are useless, making me so stupid are also as stupid as you!”

“Thanksgiving Gusti Adipati admitted stupid,” said the soldier who had been hit by shoes, whispering again to his colleague.

“Try if you do not admit stupid, I elbow later his old eggplant,” whispered his partner, making them smile while looking down.

“You!” yelled Adipati Bawel Semara toned.

The shout almost made the hearts of the two soldiers dislodged. When they looked at his master, the Duke pointed at the soldier who had followed.

“What's your name?” ask the Duke of Bawel.

“Hamba named Cenggong, Gusti,” replied the soldier whose age is getting old.

“As long as Arit Batik is sick, you change his position!” dukes Order.

“Good, Gusti!” cenggong replied excitedly as he got up to his feet, so his head was higher than the heads of his fellow soldiers.

“Disturb all of you. Treat your injuries!” dukes Order.

“Please, Gusti!” exclaimed Cenggong a bit loudly before the group of soldiers dispersed.

“What else?” asked the Duke with a sharp look.

“Gift kepengnya, Gusti?” Cenggong.

“Let's just ask Rono Kepok five kepeng!” duke Bawel's order, mentioning the name of the duchy's treasurer. He then turned around without any more files.

Cenggong was only speechless hearing the amount of reward his clever proposal.

“Hahaha!” the laughter of some soldiers laughed at Cenggong.

“Only five pieces? Just enough to buy duck food a week,” said Cenggong to himself while frowning.

The wounded dispersed.

“Who is that person?” duke Bawel Semara asked in surprise to himself, when suddenly there was a stranger sitting on a chair on the porch of his house.

The stranger was a fat granny with white hair, long unraveling like a virgin. Although on his head there is a skewer of konde without konde, the grandmother looks natural without make-up. His face looked quite sinister as there was a long-standing sharp weapon scar. However, it was still not as scary as Ki Tear's face. The grandmother carried a black stick on her head in the shape of a female crocodile.

The grandmother was clearly a swordsman. Its appearance without being seen when it came made the Duke deg-degan. Debaran is not the effect of falling in love, but out of fear. The guard soldiers also no one dared to harass the grandmother.

Inevitably, the Duke had to go to the grandmother.

“Si-si-who are you, Nek?” ask the Duke who has not been stuttered.

That's because the shortness charisma of the grandmother is so high. His sharp gaze was nothing but draining the courage of the person he was looking at.

“I am known in the martial world by the name of Grandma Codet. I came here to kill you,” replied the cold grandmother, although the atmosphere was not cold.

Hearing that, immediately surprised and afraid Duke Bawel Semara. His forehead was sweating. (BH)