SELAQ
Episode "Souls of the Throne" (38)

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“You talk in circles,” cetus Mopol Ngeros. “Tell me how do we ally with humans?”

“Don't we have no financiers or economists in our group?” Ngeres Beaq spread his gaze to his comrades. “Means we only need to find wealthy humans who are good at regulating the economy and are ready to capitalize our kingdom!”

“How, how?” Neres Koneng began to be impatient. His voice is rising. “What could the rich man possibly want to ally with the Selaq people, while they look at us so badly!”

“Humans and Selaq will meet in his disgruntled nature,” replied Ngeres Beaq.

“Oh, you repeated that rhetoric!” Mopol Ngeros was upset. He did not understand why Ngeres Beaq continued to talk about the existence of the same human and Selaq nature.

“Shortly,” says Selaq Bunge. He stroked his chin then with his head slightly bowed, he said “I seem to be beginning to understand what Ngeres Beaq,” means

Neres Koneng and Mopol Ngeros turned their eyes to Selaq Bunge. Then wait for what King Selaq will say again.

“Ngeres Beaq wants to say Selaq and Humans can work together, if they have the same interests, right?” selaq Bunge asked and looked at Ngeres Beaq.

“Defaults,” Reply Ngeres Beaq.

“And there are many humans who can be invited to work together, namely humans who ideologue Selaq,” said Selaq Bunge.

Once again Neres Beaq nodded confirming.

“How do we know that humans who adhere to the ideology of Selaq?” tanya Ngeres Koneng's.

“From its nature. If man is never satisfied, then he is a man who ideologues Selaq!” this time it was Selaq Bunge who answered.

Neres Koneng and Mopol Ngeros nodded in understanding. They can now understand the direction of Ngeres Beaq's mind.

“That means we are just looking for wealthy people who are not satisfied with their wealth, meaning they are the ones who can be invited to work together, right?” mummified Mopol Ngeros.

“They are humans with the ideology of Selaq,” timpal Neres Koneng.

Geres Beaq developed his smile. He was glad his colleagues understood his point.

“We only need to find wealthy traders, as much as possible. Who want to get wealth by any means,” said Ngeres Beaq.

“But what is the cooperation form?” ask Selaq Bunge.

“Enterprise security!” answer Selaq Bunge.

“Usaha?”

“True. So those humans just need to make sure the Selaq kingdom doesn't starve, whereas we'll be the custodians of their business,” the glittering eyes of Neres Beaq. Then in a loud voice he said, “The black businessmen behind the business of gambling, liquor, the circulation of opium, brothels, and other illegal businesses. They are the target of this cooperation!”

“Interesting. It was interesting,” Selaq Bunge's face turned carefree. His dream of the kingdom of Selaq rose again after being extinct due to the death of Mopol Kesur.

“So we'll be backing those illicit businesses?” neres Koneng said hesitated.

“Only with this offer, the black businessmen will be willing to finance the kingdom of Selaq later,” replied Ngeres Beaq.

“Isn't that a sin?” lirih Ngeres Koneng's.

Selaq Bunge, Ngeres Beaq, and Mopol Ngeros compact turn their faces away. A moment later they compactly laughed at Neres Koneng.

“Omong empty, sin talk. Your poem alone describes the desire to fight against God,” the great-grandson of Mopol Ngeres. “Or do you want to go back to being human?”

“But what if those humans become a threat to my power in the kingdom of Selaq later?” selaq Bunge masygul's.

Geres Beaq smiled. Then said, “Paduka, believe me they are people who are not interested in becoming rulers. For them wealth is everything and never cares who leads the government. As long as the business is safe and their wealth gets bigger that's where they stand. Religion, nation, culture, are not an obstacle to such human beings in communion with anyone. Including with the Selaq nation!”

“Interesting. Brilliant idea,” murmured Mopol Ngeros.

“Selaq's ideology is actually the same as ours. Just like Ngeres Koneng the art devotee who has the ambition to defeat a god or like me who wants to create the greatest religion on earth, or like a noble who is determined to be king on earth,”

“We need to gather the strength of all Selaq under our command,” said Mopol Ngeros.

“I think it's time we call Selaq-selaq who is hiding in the depths of the forest,” timpal Ngeres Koneng.

“Only Kembang Tereng task looking for a replacement Selaq Mopol Kesur, terminated,” said Selaq Bunge. “This plan is very interesting,”

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(Tales Carrier) ~ That Night the Selaq group led by Selaq Bunge breathed a sigh of relief. They have a new plan to start building an empire. A plan that is dangerous for mankind.

The Selaqs will gather strength and ally themselves with the illicit business men!

For a moment we leave first, the group of Selaq who are compiling gather selaq-selaq hiding in the depths of the forest.

Let us see, the life of Pancalita after being elected as the head of Lolo Village in place of her husband Rawilih.

Thick smoke rises from Lolo village. Coming from the giant furnaces of residents who were preparing an event 40 days the death of Rawilih. While Pancalita invited all the village heads in the valley of Mount Rinjani.

Pancalita's face, still implying deep sadness. As soon as he heard the rantok sound that sounded the village youth called the spirit of her husband to know the way home.

Just known rantok is wood carved in such a way as a boat. Usually made of tamarind wood that is large and has a very old age.

Rantok is rung by being beaten using wood. The tone of the punch is constant with a rhythm that is not too difficult. ~

In the village hall Pancalita entertained the head of Akah Nursiwan Village, the Head of Tunggak Village Raden Mas Panji, the Head of Daun Kertaji Village, the Head of Buaq Village Raden Sigar, and the village of Pancalita, and someone who looks like Bunge Village Chief Artha Prana but his face is covered in cloth.

“Open your face cover Artha Prana,” says Nursiwan. “Pancalita never saw your face,”

“I will open, if Kertaji also opens his face cover,” replied Artha Prana. His eyes were curved, hinting that he was smiling. “Don't Pancalita, we all just don't know what her face looks like,”

“Tak usually you cover your face,” said Raden Mas Panji, he still holds a grudge against the head of Pusuk Village. “Are you ashamed, showing your rotten face?”

“Mas Panji, it is not good at this funeral event is strengthened your personal grudge,” said Nursiwan reminded. He tried to find an atmosphere, “If indeed Artha Prana does not want to open the cover of her face of course we must respect her, like we respect the choice of Rawilih to cover her face so far, right?”

Raden Sigar who sat beside Raden Mas Panji also tried to calm his brother-in-law's heart. “True kanda, I don't think this is the right time. Poor Pancalita,” whispered Raden Sigar.

Raden Mas Panji who was already burning with anger, realized. He was so emotional he wanted to beat Artha Prana. But what Nursiwan and Raden Sigar said was true.

“I'm sorry, Pancalita,” Raden Mas Panji said.

“It's okay, Raden. Please enjoy sweet and sweet wine. May this banquet be pleased, please all of your hearts and forgive the mistakes of my Sumi so that he can be calm in nature there,” replied Pancalita gracefully.

“I didn't see Darwire, did he come here first?” asked Raden Sigar, to Pancalita.

Pancalita raised her eyebrows. Her face looked stunningly sweet, with a puzzled expression. The blood of the village chiefs rippled at the charm of Rawilih's widow. “Not yet. That's exactly what I want to ask. What obstacles did he never come to the day of understanding, three days, seven days, nine days, even now forty days my husband died?”