Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
Prologues

The Tikam Samurai story is a monumental work of Makmur Hendrik, a man born in the traditional village of Buluh China, not far from Pekanbaru City, Riau.

The authors deliberately upload this story to share with the reader as well so that this story is not lost....

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Tikam Samurai tells the story of the life of a young boy who came from the village of Situjuh Ladang Laweh, located at the foot of Mount Sago, West Sumatra. The tragedy began with the invasion of a small force of Japanese soldiers around 1942 to his village. The cruelty of the Japanese army resulted in his father being killed at the hands of Saburo Matsuyama, a field officer and his mother and older sister also received adverse effects from the treatment of Japanese soldiers.

Bungsu the name of the young man, the only survivor in his family. The samurai left behind by Saburo become a training tool to start hacking the road to Japan to demand revenge. He eventually creates a distinctive Samurai style that can win the fight for the fight against criminals and even Japanese soldiers themselves. Some Japanese soldiers did harakiri to admit defeat against the Bungsu. Various unique events with a historical background eventually accompany the trip of the Bungsu to Japan. Meet British special forces member Green Barret and fight with the Yakuza. He eventually manages to find the murderer of his family, Saburo Matsuyama, his great enemy in Kyoto, and leads Saburo to choose harakiri after being defeated in a true Samurai fight by the Bungsu.

The journey of Samurai Minang was also wrapped in his romantic story with the girls he knew, Mei-May, Mei Ling, Salma and most tragically: Michiko Matsuyama who loved him dearly, who is also the daughter of Saburo Matsuyama, the murderer of his father !! In some episodes, the United States is also the background of this story.

That said, Tikam Samurai became an inspiration for thousands of Minangkabau youth to explore and conquer distant and challenging countries: Singapore, Japan, Australia and the United States. The Bungsu also motivates us not to know fear. Diligent practice and optimizing science, that's the key. Any nation can be defeated, even by the weapons they have created.

Enjoy, May be useful ...

Chapter 2's

Old Surau

That unbalanced fight was soon over. The four gurgling men easily brushed off their opponents. Their opponent was a young boy who was about 19 years old. The young man was lying near the river behind the surau stay, far away on the edge of the village. The young man's clothes were torn. He's not self-conscious. Money's rattling. The four men who had ganged up and paralyzed himself immediately picked up the hoarsely scattered money. The money was the money of the four of them. Changing hands with the young man in a gambling that took place since yesterday afternoon.

At dawn, it turned out that the young man had won. He is indeed a great gambler. Every gamble rarely loses. But unfortunately he always brushed his opponent that he defeated. Gambling almost always ends a fight. And in each fight it is certain that he is the loser, because the opponents he defeated united to gang up on him. Then it was always that the money he had won was brushed away by his opponents back. Including his own money.

"Look around first the person who will waang[1] versus buyung. Don't just play....!" One of the four men said. There is no reason, because the young man did not hear anything. He's knocked unconscious. The four men then left. Coa paper scattered between the cigarette butts enau leaves. Almost noon the young man just realized from his stupor.

No one knows that he's stuck in there. The place they gamble is indeed a secluded place. In a weathered surau. Surau it was never again since a teacher teaching died attacked by a tiger when he returned home teaching. The village is in an uproar. And surau where teaching is transferred to the middle of the village. But for a long time the former surau turned into a place where people play koa. gambling with czech paper.

They are not afraid of tigers, because most of the gamblers are people who are good at lightning. For a long time, gambling in the former surau became a pride among gamblers. Because gambling there is one mental test. Only a brave and highly-educated person would dare to play there. To reach the lake, it must pass through the grave. Then a valley swelled, and a new surau. The swampy valley, long ago, when the surau was still a place to teach, was a rice field. But now it's been left and turned into a bush.

- ooo-o-

The young man moved his hand. He's still down, moving his legs. His eyes were still closed, his nose smelled the smell of clay. Slowly hearing the birds chirping.

"Hm. I'm alive" he whispered.

He tried to turn the body, his head felt pulsating. But with all the energy[2], he managed to stretch out the body. His eyes so glare staring at the sunlight that plunged from between the leaves of the trees. He got up, sat down with his arms together. Wiggling the head back throbbing pain. He immediately remembered his early morning victory, but he had no intention of checking his pockets. Unnecessary. The money doesn't need to be checked. Must have been brushed people. He immediately gathered his memories back. He's been clinging to his memory since yesterday. Yes, yesterday evening he came here with four men. The four men he knew when he bought grilled corn at the market Friday. He did not know who they were, but from the way they stood up and spoke, he soon came to know that they were parewa[3] and gamblers. He knew these kinds of people, because he himself was a shrewd gambler. He is good at praying or playing dice. The four men he saw were squatting near a tobacco-filled pedati[4]. He's squatting.

"Begging for fire" he told one of the men who was smoking a cigarette. That person did not react immediately, for a while he looked at the youngster who was suddenly sitting nearby. But the young man was indifferent and finally he gave the cigarette he smoked.

"Thank you" said the young man, taking a cigarette that lived short butts.

But after he burned the tip of his cigarette, the man's cigarette butts he did not return, but he simply threw them away. The man's face turned red, but the young man seemed to be unconcerned, he instead took out a lump of money from his pocket.

"Interested in playing ?" he asked calmly.

Ah, he's an expert on this. The man he threw away his cigarette butts looked back at him. Then looked at the three friends who were still calmly smoking and sitting hoeing. One of them closed his eyes. And the young man could catch the flickering gesture with the corner of his eye, but he pretended not to know.

"Main what can a waang be?" the man asked back.

"Other than anything!" answer's sure.

"Coa?"

"Can!"

"Dice?"

"Can!"

"Barambuang?"

"Can, just anyone!"

The man looked back at his three friends. And the back that was twitching just now squinted one of his crossed eyes.

"Who's with whom?"

"I never gamble with friends. I can play by myself, and ..win!"

The man whose cigarette butts were thrown away gulped. He looked at the young man. Look at it carefully. Looking at his knuckles, looking at his elbows, looking at his feet. And he guessed that this young man must be a fighter. But he was also convinced, that with the four of them they could "eat" this child. They are not just anyone either.

"Where's the place?"

"Whatever"

"We're not people here. We don't know where to play well"

"I know...."

"Where ?"

"In surau obsolete downstream village there..."

"The teacher was attacked by the tiger ?"

Now the young man looked back at the man.

"Why do you know that in Surau there used to be teachers who were attacked by tigers, if it was not here ?"

"It's been a long time, hasn't it ? Everyone in the market this Friday told me about that incident a few years ago"

The young man breathed.

"True, that's where the safe play. How, dare to go there ?

For the first time, the four men laughed at the same time. Laugh at the young man's challenge.

"Nobody is feared by Baribeh and his friends..." The squint guy who was just shivering said.

"Yes, waang never heard of it ?"

"Once, Baribeh was an animal"

Juling was silent. The others too. The man who had his cigarette butts thrown out was gray because he held back the wind.

"Don't just talk stump. I can tear the mouth of the waang" said the man in a heavy voice.

"He, isn't Baribeh an animal ? And his work is indeed a tamper of the Kampeh tree to get the sap, why should relatives be angry ?"

The man got up and almost hit the young man if not injured by the Juling. The Juling whispered into his ear, and the man paused his intention to molest[5] the young man. Then Juling turned the body around, talking to the young man.

"Better waang beware buyung. Our master is a fighter called Baribeh. His work did tear the mouths of arrogant people like a waang. Fortunately, he was kind this time. When can the game begin ?"

"Whatever, now it is. But please remember, I only challenge relatives to gamble, not to fight....."

"Good, fine! But this afternoon we have business, how about dusk later ?"

"At midnight I want to. I'm waiting for you there" And without looking back again this young man passed.

"The settlements! Whose son he dares to sell it so.." maki the man who had his cigarette butts thrown away.

"It seems he was quite full. Otherwise he would dare to do so".

"Filled unloaded, which he obviously had a lot of money. We're gonna take him tonight. Hey.. waang prepare two pairs of Jul dice".

"I always bring the dice...." Answer the man called Jul.

The call turned out to be an abbreviation of the word 'Juling'. Then just as the azan magrib reverberated, they appeared in the old mane. There the young man was waiting. Under the light of the amber lamp in the former surau they immediately started the game.

At first they played dice. The dice were prepared by Jul. They usually never lose. Because the dice have been made in such a way, so that whatever the opponent installs, it can certainly be rotated to its location until it is unpredictable. How to roll the dice with shrewdly done by the Jul the Jul. It looks almost perfect.

But this time they turned out to be facing a gambling ghost. They did not expect that at such a young age this child was already invincible in terms of gambling. By midnight almost all their money was brushed by the young man. They're already sleepy. But the young man remained as he was. His beautiful eyes, his face gloomy, remained unchanged. Not showing any signs of fatigue.

Si Jul has signaled Baribeh several times to hit the young boy

But Baribeh himself hesitated. This young man's cuisine has no "storage" quite

a tad. That is, this youngster is at least certainly good at shiny. For it is impossible that he would dare to be alone if there was no intelligence. Only now what is their consideration is what silat has and is the mainstay of this young man. The kumango? Pangian, Lintau, Starlak or Pauh? Or that famous Sunua and Silek Tuo? There is no definite answer. The young man won victory after victory.

"Ah, let's rest for a while." the Baribeh said.

"Can. Stoppages can also..!" the young man answered. The faces of Baribeh and his friends became gray at the answer.

"Stop the word waang?! The custom in which the puppet is used, stops when others lose!" jul asked in an unpleasant tone. But the young man remained indifferent, even calmly he said:

"There is nothing customary in this gambling kinsman. If you want to play it is okay. Of course if you still have money. I'm afraid you'll come home with *********just...…."And with a smile on his face, the young man stroked himself onto a worn pandan mat that ran down the surau floor. Baribeh grumbled short length. But he also covered his body. The little lamp that illuminated the surau room was swaying with a weak wind that entered from between holes in the wall. Juling and Baribeh began to think together. What if this light is turned off. Then they hit the young man, and the money they brushed. The young man's money is a lot. There were three times as many as he showed at the Market this Friday morning. With the money they could buy three pedati or bendi and several rice fields. Ah, they have to earn money. Gotta ! Baribeh glanced at the swaying lampstand.

"If these lights go out, we'll have a hard time." suddenly the young man said. Baribeh and Jul were shocked. This young man could read their hearts. And they become more convinced that this young man has knowledge that is not low.

"Hey, you're carrying a fire ?" The young man asked. Baribeh swallowed his saliva before replying.

"There was. Why ?"

"There is someone who intends to put out the fire, it seems, "the young man said again. Baribeh and his friends were more shocked and slowly became wry. This young man was indeed a solid person, they thought. But to not lose prestige Baribeh again asked :

"Who will turn it off?"

"Wind up!. Doesn't feel like the wind is getting stronger?"

The young man said so. Not one bit did he think that those people really intended to turn off the lights. But Baribeh and his friends felt ridiculed by the young man. They feel insinuated. That is why they choose to be silent. Silence with a very painful heart so it holds the wind. At dawn they wake up and play again. This time play koa. Unfortunately, the young man continued to win. Go on and on. Finally, the four men lived in dirty pants. All their clothes, including keris and knives and matches, were worn out by the young man. The young man was indeed a gambling demon. And when they were almost naked, the young man laughed. It was then that the faith of Baribeh and his companions withered. The young man they brush talent[6]. The first to hit was Jul. The first kick didn't hit the target. The young man was actually holding his head. Jul's kick passed. But in their vision, the young man dodged with shrewdness. Jul's friend hit him in the back. At that time the young man suddenly lowered his head, wanting to collect his money scattered. And the kick that drove from behind him did not hit the target. Even when he got up suddenly, the passing leg was carried up by his back. No longer merciful, the tall one behind him lapsed. The four men were surprised, not the least they realized that the two attacks had escaped just by chance. Now with high alertness, the four men prepared. The Baribeh opened the attack with a punch. And this time the coincidental factor no longer accompanies the young man. The punch landed heavily on his chest. He staggered, his next attack snapping at his body. He's strangling. Fussing. But the four men did not give any mercy. From the top of the fight that could not be called the fight, turned down. Switch because the young boy's body was hit by a wall because of a landslide kick. His body hit a weathered wall and broke, his body¬ floated down through the weathered wall that broke. And it was under the surau that his fate was finished.

Now he remembers all of those events. His gloomy face, his beautiful eyes, lifted slowly. He took a deep breath. He should have stopped playing after winning big a week ago. He intended to buy a paddy field, or go wander with the money. Living in this village is boring. But the basic gambler, once knowing there are other gamblers, he immediately tastes again. And this is the consequence. Slowly he crawled to the well. Washing his face and all over his body with a thick skin[7]. Drinking the well water was a few gulps. Then back to Surau. He picked up some cigarette butts. Unroll it. Then collect tobacco from the rest of the cigarette. From the old paper that was still attached to the wall surau he rolled a cigarette with the leftover tobacco earlier. Then lean towards the middle pole. Then take the scattered match children. Then burn the cigarettes. His eyes closed in on that cigarette assembling. As her eyes glared at the scattered coa papers, she picked up some fruit."Fine pig ... Shrimp needle .. Sirah rope." he said as he threw the coa to the floor one by one while mentioning the names of the papers. The cigarette didn't end he smoked. He's coughing. His thoughts drifted on Baribeh and his three friends. He swore to find them. He will be gambling again. And he's sure he's gonna beat those guys. Just now where should he look for capital? Will he sell his three goats? Ah, her mother and father must be angry. Angry mother might be able to secure him. His mother was at most angry for a moment. What he fears is his father.

His father likes to play with hands. Teacher silat. Puih, he became nauseous to see his father who he considered a lot of the lagak. Especially if his father has taught at the silat target. His heart was swollen to see. He hated seeing people learn silat. What is the point of learning silat? Mending to learn gambling. Money has a full stomach, he thought. Although he had been repeatedly harassed by people in gambling, and many times his father and brother forced to learn silat, but he still did not like silat. He was a strange child. His father was a renowned silat teacher, as was his brother. But he himself prefers to play koa or kite. He knew his father didn't like the war. But what does it matter. He never bothered them? He was beaten several times by other players. Often battered in fights. But he never complained to his father and brother who was the hero. No. gabe. An obstacle for him to complain. For him gambling is a symbol of virility. Why is it that only fighters are called males? Why not gamblers? Doesn't gambling also require skill? Even for him gambling is higher in value than silat.

In gambling people complain of the brain. While in silat people complain of muscles. Well, literally it can be interpreted that he is much more brainy than any father or fighter! That's the groove of his mind. Moreover, gambling he considered to have high art. In playing dice it takes a kind of sharp hunch to know what "eyes" will appear above. And careful calculation is needed for the game up to three times in the main koa. In which silat is there art? There is only playing football, hit, elbow, catch, giggle, or kick unshake in the kerampang, or slamming. Bah, really hard and rough. He really doesn't like it. He fell asleep because he was tired. In his sleep he dreamed of becoming a fighter who was much tougher than his father and brother. Even much tougher than any tough fighter. At noon he woke up. He cussed on his dream of becoming a tough fighter. Why not dream of being a gambling king. Still swearing at his dream he came down from the surau. His feet moved towards the village. His stomach feels so bad. When he arrived at his house, a big house, he saw some women were at home. He turned back. Through the back door he went up to the house. Keep to the kitchen. In the kitchen he met his brother.

"Hey Bungsu, people search . . . Jesus ! Hit you again yeah … ?"

The young man, who was the youngest of the two siblings, and therefore was called the youngest, regardless of his brother's surprise. He took the plate. And start to boil the rice.

"Sit down there. Do not take your own rice. You boys. Let brother get me . ."

"Ah, don't be so hard. I can take it myself "

"Sit down, change your clothes. In front of you is a guest who will talk to you".

"No business with them . ."

"it's about your engagement . ."

He remains unconcerned, which is clear he wants to eat as much-¬ful as he does. When he started bribing, his mother showed up. The woman was stunned to see this youngest child. He didn't have to ask why his face and body were blue. No need to ask why his clothes were torn. This woman knew what had happened. He looked at his son who was eating so well

[1] you. market language minang.

[2] deploying.

[3] thugs.

[4] carts pulled by cows/bulls.

[5] struck.

[6] without mercy.

[7] mud.