Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
The babah (II)

The Bungsu did not answer.

"Grand …! Answer what it means to spy on my house! Who were you assigned by to spy on me? Assigned by fighters who will fight the Japanese huh?"

The Bungsu fell silent. He did not understand the question.

"Bungsu airwablah. Otherwise you could be hard ". Baribeh. The Bungsu was still silent.

"Did Mahmud send him here? " the Babah asked Baribeh.

"No. He actually sent his courier to Kubu Gadang. They will attack the Fortress to seize the weapons ".

"When are they planning?"

"Two more nights ".

"What are other actions ".

"If it doesn't work they'll burn our camp ".

The Bungsu looked at Babah and Baribeh alternately. Listening to the conversation of the two men now the problem became clear to him, that Baribeh was working for Babah China.

Babah works for Japan. They are spying on the activities of Indonesian fighters. The Bungsu suddenly became anxious to vomit so disgusted and nauseous he saw Baribeh, the Juling and the Babah. But at once he also became relieved. Because with the Babah's question he became aware, that neither Baribeh nor the Japanese knew at all that he had killed the Japanese in these last months.

This meant the killing of three Kempetai men in his village when he was about to arrest Salim son of Imam from a mosque unknown to the Japanese. Perhaps the three Japanese were thought to have fled or simply vanished. No one thought he was killed. It also means that the death of Japanese-Japanese at the Siti coffee shop in Tabing village was also still suspected because they fought each other. Just as planned. And it also means that this Kempetai has not yet learned that the one who killed the Japanese in the Lundang brothel was a native. The Bungsu became rather peaceful. Just keep her safe for a while. Now only how to escape from this wretched Babah house.

"Hey monkey, answer me. Do you mean to look after my house?" Babah was cursing. Bungsu's face turned red.

In his own country there are Chinese who use it as a monkey. There is a China that for decades was well received by his people, accepted in the midst of association and foraging in the earth of his country and lived safely for decades, dared to curse him. Cussing at the country boy where he lives with the name of a monkey!

How fuck. He looked Babah in the eye. And then the officer who had entered the room of Amoy the son of Babah, appeared at the door. He heard a snapshot, and quickly finished his game. Then put on your pants and clothes. The Amoy he left behind rolled tired on the floor.

"What's up ..?" ask the officer named Ichi to Babah. Babah tells about the Bungsu who stalked his house. The officer looked at the Bungsu.

"Force him to speak. Maybe he came along when he stole a gun in Kubu Gadang first .." Ichi said as he walked to the corner of the room picking up a drink.

"Speak ..!" Babah said to the Bungsu.

This time his hand moved. Take an ore dice. Put it between his thumb and right index finger. Then "fire" the dice towards the Bungsu.

Unable to arrest, the Bungsu suffocated. The dice ore hit his earlobe until it was torn. Blood comes out of there. But the young man could not move. Because the four bayonets are still pressing on his chest and neck. You can imagine how high Babah's knowledge is. Just with a smooth flick, the dice can break the Bungsu's ear. Not only high-scientific, but at the same time sadistic!

"Javablah!! Otherwise I will kill you like a mouse .." Said the Babah in a cold tone.

"I'm looking for Saburo ".

Finally the young man said honestly.

"Saburo ..?"

"Yes .."

"Tai-i Saburo Matsuyama?"

"Yes".

"What are you looking for? "

"There's a problem I need to solve "

"What questions?"

"That's my business .."

Hearing this answer, the fat babah took back a grain of dice. Then he put it back between his thumb and index finger. Then he sent it towards the Bungsu.

Back the youngest is strangled. Actually he's been trying to endure the pain. He gritted his teeth. But the dice hit his forehead. But the fat Babah is not playing. The dice grazed the bungsu's forehead in such a way. First the dice was pinned on the forehead of the Bungsu. The pain is not playing, then shot tore his forehead skin backward. His skin had been torn four fingers. Blood pouring.

The fat Babah laughed with a grin. So did Baribeh and Juling. The youngest's tears were seeping on his cheeks. She's not crying. But those tears are tears withstanding pain. He cussed on himself who easily got into the trap of these sadists. The Bungsu swore, if he could someday retaliate, then this fat Babah was the first person he was most unwilling to do. He's gonna chop his fat belly up. He really swore to it. His determination to live is burning.

"Well, buyung. Say what you're looking for Tai-i Saburo ..!" That fat Chinese word.

"How am I going to talk if my neck and chest are pressed like this?" He said try to find an opportunity. He hoped that with his words the bayonet pressed against his neck and chest would be pulled. If only he had a little chance, he could roll with a squirrel jump back and grab his samurai. For God's sake, he'll chop up all the men in this room. Especially the Chinese are fat like this pig. But Babah is a sadist. In his hand had suddenly been a dice ore. Put the dice back between his thumb and index finger. The dice are ready again for him to concentrate on the Bungsu.

"This dice can penetrate your heart. You're dead. Or it can get through your eyes. You're blind. So before any of those possibilities happen, speak the truth. No matter if there's a bayonet or not around your neck!"

Really sadistic. Want to not want the Bungsu must open his mouth.

"I want to avenge the death of my family ." he said slowly.

"Why are you going to sue? By shooting? Or by attacking his house with an Indonesian mob? Hmm ..? Tell me how!!"

"In my own way .."

"How are you!"

The Bungsu fell silent. The fat man got up. Approaching him.

"Tell me how you are ..!" his Babah that.

The other Japanese officers stared silently. Bungsu became aware, China seems to be one of the Japanese Intelligence Officers, because it looks like he is respected by the officers. It's just that his position he doubles as a gambler and businessman of the house of prostitutes. So immoral he was, so that for the sake of his rank and career in the eyes of Japan, he was willing to sacrifice his daughter to satisfy the lust of Japanese officers. Because the Bungsu still remained silent, Babah was pinning his head. There was a ticking sound as the folds of the babah's fingers hit his forehead. His forehead was all swollen as the size of an egg.

"Tell me who you're going to go attack Tai-i Saburo, and where you're going to gather, monkey!"

His head hurt a lot, but what hurt more was his heart. Really hurt the Bungsu received this fat Babah treatment. First the way he's been picking at or pinching his head earlier. Really offended his heart. Then his saying of "monkey" really hurt. Because of his heartache, the young man forgot to control himself. Without her being able to bear it, she spat on Babah's fat face. His spit hit Babah's face. This young man had completely forgotten himself so enraged. He did not realize at all, that with this action he could be killed Babah immediately.

If that happens, then his revenge on Saburo will never be avenged.

But the Babah whose face was like a boiled shrimp was truly unforgiving. Legs hovering. The Bungsu who never learned silat was hit by his chest. Body dumped. And still hadn't cracked the floor, he was already vomiting blood. Then his body fell. He still did not realize what had happened when a kick landed on his ribs. The pain is not playing. He heard Babah's laughter. The one who kicked him just now turned out to be Baribeh.

Fortunately for Baribeh. If China were to kick, he was sure that four of his ribs would break. Baribeh's kick made him topple again. He fell silent. His forehead, ears, mouth and nose melted the blood.

"Dog! Malay dog, dare you spit on me, I cut off your tongue "Oath the Babah and approach his body. The Bungsu is really in a critical state. Babah took a knife from the table. He seems to have intended to carry out his vow to cut off the tongue of the Bungsu. But at that time the Bungsu felt his fingertips touch something. Unseen, still in a downturned position, he opened his eyes.

Suddenly his spirit was raised again. The one at his fingertips was his samurai!

Babah's steps are getting closer. Getting closer. Kaku crouched down and intended to hold the young man's face to pull out his tongue. But with a movement that almost could not be trusted by everyone in the room, the Bungsu rolled twice right. Twice to the left. In a very fast and light roll he jumped to his feet. A white light flashed very quickly. Three Japanese soldiers who had pressed his neck and chest with a horn were still gawking when the flash of light hit their faces. They were strangled and collapsed. Blood spurt from their bodies. Now the Bungsu is upright on the upload of his money with an attitude like an eagle ready to snatch his prey. His samurai stretched out across his chest. The samurai were covered in blood. His eyes stared intently at the fat Babah.

"Anyone who moves to pull out a weapon or intends to run or scream, I will take his life. Just stay where you guys are!" Said the young man slowly. His voice was cold and full of threats. Ichi's officer who had originally intended to pull out the gun, was stunned. His hand stopped on the handle of his gun. This young man's threat shook his heart. But the distance between him and the young man was quite far. His body is protected by the body of a woman. He must be safe if he pulls the gun secretly and then shoots him at the nape of this young boy. He intends to carry out his purpose.

But for some reason he suddenly hesitated. Therefore he beckoned with eyes to Baribeh. Baribeh understood the signal. The man then spoke to distract the Bungsu.

"Dude, don't make a mess here. You will not escape, look, this house has been besieged .."

And that's when Ichi's gun came out of the scabbard. The gun he's gonna pick up. Unfortunately he did not know that this young man was not the same as most other young Malays. This young man had been training his senses in the mountain for two more years. He had escaped the wild life that required a hard struggle to stay afloat. He was able to survive in the midst of the fierce wild wilderness. Living in the midst of the law of the jungle. Only the strong deserve to live. The weak must be willing to become the victim for his strong survival. In life in the wilderness, strength alone is not a guarantee to be able to extend life. Strong without ingenuity can be ridiculous. Strong and clever also not necessarily able to survive. Awareness and sharpness of foreboding and hearing are needed. How do we know a snake that moves without sound will attack us?

How to know a tiger that will pounce on its prey, which moves as light as cotton without being seen and unheard by the prey to be pounced on. Creatures in the jungle need the sharpness of foreboding and hearing to survive. This is what matters, not just strength.

Birds, squirrels or deer, are weak creatures without power. But they can thrive and not be extinct in the wilds filled with such savagery thanks to their keen hearing and premonition. That is what the Bungsu learned during his two-year exile in Mount Sago. He is determined to stay alive at least until his family's grudge is avenged. If a bird or a deer can live, why not as a reasonable human being? If they have hearing acuity, why can't he imitate it? So he lived in the jungle while drawing a lot of wisdom from ancient animals. Turns out he came out as a winner. Stay alive until now.

That's what happened at that fat house. When Ichi pulled the gun, the Bungsu's ear, which was able to hear the falling leaves even while on the mountain, also heard a hard object being pulled from the nest. His hunch is working soon. That thing if not a knife must be a gun. In a very short time, he threw himself backward. His back was breaking the floor. Then his legs rolled up. The gun exploded. But the bullet hit an empty spot. Twice rolling very fast, the Bungsu passed the upright woman in front of Ichi.

The officer was surprised to see that the young man was suddenly in front of him. The gun he pointed at him. But the samurai the Bungsu flashed. There's no screech. The Japanese officer collapsed with his shoulders near the base of his neck in half to his chest. Not play. A movement that is too fast for the eyes to follow.

An upright soldier on the side of Ichi actually gaped staring at the body of the officer who fell down with the body almost split in two. But his fate is also unlucky. His skull was grabbed by the samurai Bungsu. His head rolled down before his body reached the floor. Die.

The women on the strangulation. The Bungsu stood facing the fat Babah. Babah was surprised to see his speed. While Baribeh dansi Juling upright docked to the back wall of the Babah. Their faces were pale in fear. Never did they imagine in the least, that the young people they had lanyau in Surau when they lost gambling first would be this great.

"Hmm, you don't lag much in front of us. Lu we made chicken cut". Said the Babah with a bad grin. The youngest looked at him unblinking. His usual gentle shining eyes now lit a fierce fire of fury. The samurai turned in front of his chest. He stood up with a stout attitude. Then came his voice echoing, cold and flat.

"Fat, you lived in my country before I was born. Maybe you even lived from your ancestors here. Here you live and earn a living. Have you ever bullied a child of this country? Have you ever been prevented from making a living? Never, right? We consider you part of our society. We both deserve to live and seek life in this country. But what are you doing now to repay the kindness of this country's children? Who has kindly accepted you live some offspring peacefully in this land?"

He stopped for a moment, then:

"It turns out you betrayed this country to Japan. You are an enemy in a blanket to the children of the land who have lived with you for decades. Absolutely a bad attitude. For money you will do anything. But for God's sake, you must die tonight. Gotta, Fatty!"

This young man's oath inevitably makes Babah's nape feather goosebumps. The Baribeh and the Juling did not dare to dwell. Upright sculpting with a shivering body on the edge of the wall. These two Minang men until they pee in their pants. The fat Babah seems to also know that the young man in front of him is not only bluffing. The young man was able to do it. Therefore he began to attack, his body like disappearing in a beam wrap. Not playing fast, he's moving. The Bungsu for a moment became stunned. He's not a fighter, what should he do?

One day he felt the wind coming towards his stomach. He didn't see the attack. But he was sure that the wind was coming from that Fat blow. The only way he could take was to smash his samurai. Along with that his body rolled to the side. But late! A stab hit his thigh. Not playing around in pain, he's suffocating. Blood is pouring again! The Babah is hunting.