Pendekar Nusantara
The White Snake Village

Next day.

The sound of birds singing on a clear day.

Home page.

"Aska, one day practice your basic silat movement" said Ki Salawi.

"Why should practice the basic moves of the Cake?" ask Ask the pressing.

"The basic movement if it is thrown like a pole on a building. The stronger the pole, the stronger the house. The stronger the basic movements of silat, the more solid in your fighting movements. Most people who practice pencak silat ignore things like this, so they cannot cross the line of their abilities" said Ki Salawi.

"Good Cake," said Aska immediately drew an opening breath.

One full day Aska practiced basic movements and supervised Ki Salawi directly. Every time Aska paused for a moment from his movements, Ki Salawi hit Aska's calf with a stick that he was holding.

After finishing training, Aska headed towards the elephant-shaped mountain while staring at the twilight sky. The elephant-shaped mountain is called Mount Manglayang.

"Huhoo... Basic movement exercise is heavier than the exercise of the body.It does not feel also the afternoon... Uh, it turns out that the elephant mountain has two, "inner Aska.

It has been two days Aska lived in Ki Salawi's house without paying attention to the surrounding area. During dusk, Aska felt the area really has a magnificent natural panorama. Ki Salawi's house is surrounded by a vast expanse of rice fields and views of two elephant-shaped mountains within a kilo meter of his residence. Plus, to the left of his view was a huge towering mountain in blue. Below near he sat there was a natural course and the flow of water was so clear. Truly a gift of nature.

In the afternoon Yasa and Citta returned to their respective homes, while Raka always stayed at Ki Salawi's house because he had no family and his brother ignored his existence.

***

The night has arrived.

Ki Salawi lights torches on every fence of the house at midnight. After lighting the torch, Ki Salawi wakes Aska and takes her to the middle of the yard.

Ki Salawi and Aska sat on the ground facing each other.

"Aska, close your eyes and breathe regularly" said Ki Salawi.

Without saying, Aska immediately followed what she was told.

After a few minutes.

"Enough. Open his eyes" said Ki Salawi.

Aska opened her eyes.

"What is it feeling?" ask Ki Salawi.

Aska was a little confused by the question that Ki Salawi gave.

"Aska only heard the sound of insects from the Kek rice fields," replied Aska.

Ki Salawi was not satisfied with the answer Aska gave.

"Close his eyes again" said Ki Salawi.

Aska closed her eyes again.

A few minutes passed.

"Enough. What are you feeling?" ask Ki Salawi.

"I only heard the sounds of night bugs from the Kek rice fields" Aska replied.

Ki Salawi was still not satisfied with Aska's answer.

"Close his eyes again" said Ki Salawi.

Aska closed her eyes again.

For the sixth time Aska closed her eyes and gave the answer as before. Now Aska closed her eyes for the seventh time. For now Aska tries more seriously and explore what she can feel at night.

After a few minutes, Aska felt the rhythm of the night, from the beginning of silence, the sounds of insects so many and varied from the rice fields and the air so cold through his ears like singing.

Ask opened his eyes.

"How do you feel Aska?" ask Ki Salawi.

"What a beautiful cake" replied Aska.

Ki Salawi was surprised to hear Aska's words.

"meaning?" ask Ki Salawi.

"I heard music and Kek singing. At night it is so quiet and so many sounds can be heard just like insects from the rice fields. However, even though so many voices can still feel the silence of the night, once the air passes through the ears like it is singing and everything is rhythmic," said Aska.

Ki Salawi smiled faintly at Aska's words.

"You think Aska, what is Pencak Silat?" ask Ki Salawi.

"What does this have to do with what you said?" ask Ki Salawi.

Aska was speechless confused at the thought of Pencak Silat's relationship with what he felt when he closed his eyes.

"Don't know Cake" said Aska.

"Listen well Aska and always remember in your mind. Pencak Silat is actually a dance that rhymes with appreciating artistry. In the fight you have to follow the rhythm of the fight, do not think much, because in dancing, to go from movement to movement always rhythmic regularly and connect without stopping a single beat," ki Salawi.

"Aska does not understand Kek," said Aska.

"There is no need to understand now, because it is only a small part of Pencak Silat's intent. Just remember it and look for the truth" said Ki Salawi.

"Stand up" said Ki Salawi.

Aska stood up without a word.

"Follow the Grandpa movement" said Ki Salawi.

Aska followed Ki Salawi's movement of dancing quietly. Aska felt a beautiful flow in her dance, even without the music directly. Unwittingly sweatpun pouring also do not feel tired in the slightest.

Aska danced with Ki Salawi overnight to the rhythm of the night until the green mega disappeared.

***

Morning time.

"Aska wake up."

"Aska hey Aska wake up."

"Wake up is noon."

"What's wrong? ask Aska while rubbing her face.

"Grandfather invites us to the top of Mount Manglayang," said Citta.

"Let's get up, Grandpa's been waiting since," said Citta walking out.

Aska hurried to get up, wash her face and prepare.

***

On the way to the top of Mount Manglayang.

"Why did Grandpa take us to Pincak Gunung Manglayang?" ask Aska whispered.

"Say we train there" replied Citta.

"How many times have you practiced there?" ask Ask.

"I'm just the first time now, they're both just like the first time, too" Citta replied.

***

After passing the road. Arrive at the top of Mount Manglayang.

"Huaaahs... Finally arrived," said Citta sighing.

"Well, the scenery here is very beautiful," said Citta amazed.

"Aska here see, all the scenery from the corner of the top of this mountain is just a stretch of rice fields," said Citta calling Aska.

Aska's approaching Citta. And it's true that there is a vast expanse of pesawahan down there.

"Aska... Citta's here. We eat before training" Yasa said.

Aska and Citta soon join Raka and Yasa.

"You eat a lot. We'll spend the whole day here" said Ki Salawi.

"Well Cake, with pleasure hahaha," said Raka with a mouthful of food.

"A greedy boy" Citta quipped.

"I'm greedy eating is also full of muscle. You eat a lot of bodies are still small," said Raka again quipped.

"I'm a woman, it's natural to think I'm a woman too" said Citta upset and turned her face away.

"Followly, continue eating you. Grandpa went down for a while" said Ki Salawi.

"Good Cake" said Aska and Yasa.