SELAQ
Episode “Rain Breakdown in Dusk” Time (11)
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“Anneh,” said Akah Village Chief, Nursiwan.
The head of Lolo Village, Rawilih who was spoken to just nodded his head. Agreeing to things they don't normally see.
The two stared at the sky of Bunge Village which was covered in pitch-black clouds. Surprisingly, the clouds just circled and did not spread to other regions.
Even if the wind is so strong, blowing from the crevices of the valley.
The two village heads arrived at the border of Bunge village simultaneously. They had brought along a number of elite troops of their respective villages.
Nursiwan, 60-year-old village chief. Black hair, long enough with a blonde color at the end. The beard and beard are thick but without a mustache.
The teeth are rare, while the lower eye bags are blackened. His appearance was increasingly eccentric with a cloth wrapped over his head and a long black robe he wore.
On both wrists coiled flirtatious or resembling a tasbih along one inch. He clasped tightly onto a stick as high as his shoulders which was actually an heirloom spear.
“What does Dariwire know about this?” Nursiwan muttered to himself.
His gaze had yet to stop noticing the swirling thick black clouds blocking the sunlight. Making Bunge Village shrouded in deep darkness.
Where they stand while retracing the twilight.
“Try to notice also the fog that envelops the village boundary. It is difficult for people outside the region to know what is going on inside,” Rawilih said.
The head of Lolo Village was in contrast to Nursiwan.
Rawilih age 35 years old, clean skin, handsome face, nose sharp, eyes that shade, and easily mengawum smile.
His stature was stout, tall, and burly. Her hair is neat with Sapuq or udeng in white. In his ear tucked white flowers spread fragrant fragrant flowers that quickly melt the hearts of women.
Rawilih wearing a serongan or pegon resembling a white safari shirt.
On the edge of the circular dodot or golden yellow songket cloth, where to slip the heirloom keris. While the subordinate cover from the waist to the calf, the tamper or a piece of white cloth with the tip is laid out sharply at the front.
Behind the alluring hue of his face, Rawilih admired the prowess of the science possessed by the figure that made Bunge Village in a tight embrace of clouds and thick fog.
“People who use this science must not be a random figure. It has an enormous power to control clouds and fog at once,”
“Actually Darwire also has the science of Halimun or fog,” said Nursiwan.
Rawilih turned his head towards Nursiwan who was still staring at the fog. His face hinted at a deep curiosity.
“I and Darwire often train together somewhere on Rinjani's slopes. So I know some of the science of genius he has. Likewise He knows about me too,” explained Nursiwan.
“You guys are apparently very close,” timpal Rawilih, put on a charming smile.
“Not only us, but the relationship of Akah Village and Bunge Village is also very good. We trade in produce and often exchange students. Even the relationship was getting closer with the marriage of citizens between villages,”
“It is fitting that you are not willing to take Bunge Village by the Selaq,” said Rawilih.
“Since last night, hundreds of residents of Bunge Village came to evacuate to our Village. Their arrival for us is like the presence of distant brothers. In the current situation, the suffering of Bunge Village has become our suffering as well,” Nursiwan said.
“Then what do you think of Tunggak Village and Buaq Village, especially Raden Mas Panji and Raden Sigar?” ask Rawilih.
“Why did you suddenly ask about them?” Nursiwan turned his face to Rawilih.
“I just want to know what you think of them. Especially after the incident in Paseban Agung. Isn't their attitude unfriendly to your friend's village?” answer Rawilih.
For a moment Nursiwan took a breath. Thinking of the proper sentence described the two village heads.
“Entahlah. The two village chiefs did have a dull speaking style. Proud and sometimes annoying. Maybe because in his flesh was flowing blue blood. But I know they're the ones who hold fast to the principle,”
Rawilih frowned. Then said, “Didn't Paseban Agung Raden Mas Panji and his sister-in-law, show suspicious attitude when Darwire pleaded for reinforcements?”
“Their attitude in Paseban Agung, did not change my assessment of both,” said Nursiwan flat.
“What makes you sure they're the ones who hold the principle?” Rawilih is getting curious.
“The trade route between Akah Village and Bunge village must be through Tunggak Village led by Raden Mas Panji. During this time our merchants or from Bunge Village never once got a nuisance when passing through the path. They showed a high commitment to maintain a secret path that connects Akah Village and Bunge Village,”
“That's one of them. The other side, of course we see the agreement that has been built Akah Village, Tunggak, and Bunge, can be accounted for Raden Mas Panji. Regardless of the taxes to be paid. I think taxes are reasonable. Of course, every village wants to benefit from the territory it controls. But certainly even though the region passed through Tunggak Village, its secrecy was guaranteed Raden Mas Panji. No one can cross that road except the villagers of Bunge and Akah. Even the residents of Tunggak Village are prohibited from passing through that path,”
“Good. Now I understand,” said Rawilih later. “Means halimun and maybe the cloud was controlled by Darwire?” power he returned the direction of the conversation to the strange events in Bunge Village.
“Unfortunately I have never seen Darwire bring out Halimun science of this size,” Nursiwan said.
“You mean?”
“Could be so this isn't Darwire's Halimun. But someone who had the same knowledge seemed to be with greatness far above Darwire,” Nursiwan's nanar gaze.
“You made my heart beat fast,” Rawilih's face turned tense, but He still had time to smile.
“I didn't mean to scare you,”
“Fear? Who is afraid! Precisely my adrenaline is currently driven to beat the figure that makes Darwire ketar-ketir,”
Nursiwan.
Replied Rawilih with his hand that grasped the heirloom keris at the waist tightly. “Then, this will be very interesting!” yells.
He jumped ahead of Nursiwan. Followed by a number of elite troops Lolo Village trailed behind. Soon after, Nursiwan followed with the elite troops of Akah Village, heading to the Bunge Village action field.
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“Now how kanda, it seems Darwire can no longer trust us anymore,” said Raden Sigar.
“Peduli is very much with that stupid old man. The older it gets, the more it gets. Deploy the entire army of Buaq Village. I will also deploy the entire force of the Tunggak Village army!” geram Raden Mas Panji's.
Raden Mas Panji, a giant man with a shrunken appearance. The appearance is bright with all-red clothes from udeng, pegon, dodot, to tamper.
His dark black skin tends to be jetty.
Long hair up to a shoulder with a square face shape. His skin was filled with wide gaping pores.
A nose the size of a guava** Jamaica, unceasingly snorting like a bull. While the big teeth, reddish yellow, creaking trembling held the anger.
His hands were muscular showing veins poking at the skin. Sturdy feet support a tall towering, large, and stocky body.
If only the soles of his feet were not wide then every time he stepped must be mired into the ground.
Right hand, tightly holding the handle of a steel mace weighing two stallions on his shoulders. His eyes glared red, a glimpse similar to a banana heart. Her lips were wide, black and thick, with a chin slightly curved forward.
“But didn't Darwire refuse to open the gates of Bunge Village?” Raden Sigar did not understand his brother-in-law's latest plans.
“We just fortify the village from the outside. Indeed, as a result, we must deploy more troops to be able to secure the village from all directions!”
“What later will not be harmful to our own village kanda? the security of the village will be very fragile, if most of the troops are deployed to the village of Bunge,”
“Information gathered by my teliksandu that the bastard did want to seize Bunge Village by utilizing the rebellion of the Selaqs who first to tear apart the defense from within. That bastard's army, now moving in full force through the forest,”
“If so, I must return immediately to the village to prepare the troops,” in a blink of an eye, Raden Sigar has vanished swallowed by the forest tree grove.
Unlike his brother-in-law, Raden Sigar is short, but not a midget. However, his movements were very agile and agile.
Just like his sister-in-law, his body was stocky and stocky. With prominent muscles and veins in the skin that is not too dark.
His entire body was covered in a poling cloth (similar to a chess box). His face was more friendly than Raden Mas Panji. It was too cold without a smile.
Two eyelids he painted floral motifs with red dye. Unlike his brother, Raden Sigar does not use udeng. But just like Village Chief Lolo, Rawilih, pinned a white rose flower on his left ear.
Raden Sigar's hair was cut short. He's armed copyist or rattan.
Raden Mas Panji growled. His gaze was wildly looking from afar at Bunge Village shrouded in dense clouds.
“I've guessed he's the one who fouled all of this. Remember bastard, who mastered the information he was the one who won the war!”
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