SELAQ
Episode "Court to Baloq Darwire" (33)

SELAQ

Episode "Court to Baloq Darwire" (34)

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(Story Carrier) ~ That's How it is.

That night also Lolo Village broadcast to all its citizens. Pancalita was appointed as the Head of Lolo Village to replace her husband Rawilih who died in the war in Bunge Village.

The next day, the villagers of Lolo Village flocked to the village's public cemetery. Carrying the bodies of Rawilih and all the elite troops. Their faces were filled with deep sadness.

The cloud rolled over the sky of Lolo Village. A moment later heavy rain accompanied the departure of Rawilih and elite troops to his final resting place.

After seven days, the village officials held the sacred ritual of crowning Pancalita as the Village Head. The village square is crowded with villagers. They then offered prayers to Sang Hyang Kuasa, so that the leadership of Pancalita could bring good and welfare to its people.

Dear reader, for a moment we turn to Pusuk Village. Where Arta Prana, is gathering the village officials ~

Arta Prana sat in her great chair. As usual the dashing young man stroked his chin with his index finger and left thumb. Habits that have not been established since when.

Below him were about twenty dignitaries sitting lined up with their heads bowed. No exception, the troops who accompanied in a secret mission to Bunge Village.

Their faces were tense. Dare not lift your face let alone face the view with Artha Prana. Arta Prana is like a god to them.

“How can two plans fail all. Though I've arranged very neatly?”

Artha Prana spoke to herself. And it was well realized by the village officials. Then no one dared to interrupt the cold-blooded young man.

“If plan A fails plan B should succeed. Staying infiltrate the peacekeepers and Bunge Village can be rotted from the inside, but it seems like someone already knows my intentions,” muttered. “Or has anyone leaked this plan?”

He put his hands in a robe. Grabbing the flowers of the cempaka that was taken from Rawilih. The flower is swirled with the tip of the index finger and thumb.

“Beautiful flowers,” murmured while smiling thinly. “Why not wither, when your master has rotted in the ground?”

Artha Prana then spread her gaze to the lowered higher-ups. “I smell traitor here,”

Artha Prana's flat speech, sounded like a thunder in broad daylight to the village dignitaries. Cold sweat seeped out from their foreheads and nape.

There is no news of a traitor who makes the heart beat very fast. But what if the accusation goes to one of them?

What if Artha Prana is misinformed? Their loyalty could end in death at the hands of the young man who was used to killing while smiling sweetly.

“Tap ... Pt ... Tap,”

Artha Prana got off her chair. Then step among the higher-ups. Step by step, like an angel of death to those whose sitting position is approached. But that does not mean also relief for those who are passed. Their hearts were not calm until Artha Prana mentioned a name that was not one of them.

“Rana Palugon,” says Artha Prana. He stood in front of the Pusuk Village Defense Commander.

The dark-skinned yet muscular man was shocked. His sweat is pouring. His eyes were staring at the floor. He still did not dare to raise his face.

“Ampun, sir. Worship my blessings, always for you,” he said in a trembling voice.

“Ohaaam ..” Arta Prana yawns. Then casually ask. “You know your mistake?”

Rana Palugon shivered in fear. While others are tense. They wanted to know what kind of mistake the Commander of the Defense was making.

“Even thousands of mercy, my lord. Let me tell you what mistake I made. Truly all the tasks and obligations I have done without leaving any negligence,” he replied.

“Srek ..”

Artha Prana placed her long sword on the neck of Rana Palugon. The sword had just come out from the warangka hidden behind the cloak.

The Village Defense Commander was unmoved. Even if he did not know what was wrong, he refused to reject Artha Prana's wishes even if it was life.

There was no response from Rana Palugon. He just nodded providing his neck was beheaded. The mood is getting gripping. The other higher-ups gulped down the dried saliva in the throat.

“Answer, do you want to die or not?” ask Arta Prana. “Ohaaam.!” he went back to yawning.

“Ti.. no my lord,” replied Rana Palugon, stammering.

“Why?” ask Artha Prana.

“S... I still want to accompany my master, to become the world leader,”

“Hmmm .. well, you're not dead,” he said lightly.

All the village leaders were confused. They did not understand the intent of the Village Chief Pusuk.

“War in Bunge Village never sleeps. I'm so sleepy,” said Artha Prana, as if it had made his subordinates afraid of death.

Rana Palugon ventured to ask. “Then who is the traitor my lord?”

Artha Prana smiles. “I don't like failure. But this time I was really confused, why could it fail,”

The dignitaries, slowly ventured to raise their faces. Looking towards Artha Prana who again stroked her chin.

“Already. Your sense of humor is so low after this grueling war. I was just testing your mentality. Mana knows there really is a betrayal and run away from this village hall,” Artha Prana turned her body, then walked again to her chair, saying. “It seems like something else has escaped my calculations, I hope one day to find out the cause,”

After sitting in a chair and enjoying a grain of wine, Artha Prana again said, “Again, we did not completely fail, I have other plans,”

“What plan is my master?” tanya Adhinatha, the head of the Teliksandi of Pusuk Village.

Artha Prana did not answer. He stretched out his left hand again rubbing his pointy chin. Then with a glittering gaze, he said, “Listen carefully. This will be our next big plan, Pusuk Village will I turn into a kingdom,”

“Isn't there an agreement with all the villages, the terms of building a kingdom, filled at least ten thousand of my lord's people?” said Dewandaru, the traditional elder of Pusuk Village.

Artha Prana smiles. It was as if I had guessed that question would come up. “That's what I've been thinking. Each village has an average of five thousand inhabitants. If we can conquer one more village, the road to building an empire is wide open!"

“Are we going to hit Bunge Village again my lord?” tanya Rana Palugon was excited.

“No,” says Artha Prana. “We have proved through war two our plans failed,”

“But our troops have not fought all, I think the situation now is the right time to beat Bunge Village,”

“It's too vulgar. No tactics and art of war,” said Artha Prana. “Again other villages will not remain silent. You saw for yourself how Tunggak Village and Buaq Village interfered in the Bunge Village war,” he said.

“Then what is my master's idea?” ask Rana Palugon.

“Rawilih's Cempaka Flower gave me a great idea. I am interested in combining Pusuk Village with Lolo village,”, said Artha Prana.

The officers throw one another a glance. Lolo Village is currently being lulled by anger over the death of its village chief.

If Artha Prana is found to be the perpetrator of Rawilih's killer, then the entire power of Lolo Village will be deployed to hunt down the head of Artha Prana.

“What's not too risky my lord?” dewandaru warned. “If we attack Lolo Village, they will quickly suspect Pusuk village behind Rawilih's death,”

Artha Prana, sticking her right hand forward. At the tip of his finger was Rawilih's Cempaka flower.

“Listen carefully, Rawilih has two beautiful and beautiful flowers. One in my hand and the other one is still in Lolo Village. If the other flower that I can have, then we do not need to fight to get Lolo Village,” said Artha Prana full of tactics.

The village leaders were surprised. But then their faces turned bright, after understanding Artha Prana's intent.

“There is no doubt, the plan must have worked my lord,” said Rana Palugon happily.

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