Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
Cancel the Engagement

While eating, the occasional corner of the eyes of the Bungsu glanced at his mother. After three meals, he washed his hands. Then intend to go down through the back door. But he stopped when he heard his mother's voice that had been silent since.

"Change clothes with clean ones. In front of us are guests who want to negotiate."

"Deliberate my engagement to Reno?"

"Yes. ."

"What else to negotiate. Aren't we engaged?"

"But . ."

"On marriage?"

The woman shook her head. The Bungsu stopped on the stairs to see his mother's head ring.

"They want to return the sign and break off the engagement?" ask her flatly.

His mother did not nod and neither did she shake. He then stepped quickly into the living room without changing his tattered clothes. His father and the four five women present were shocked to see his appearance. His father seemed devastated by the unfinished presence of his son.

His father, and everyone in that vestibule, immediately knew that this boy had just lost a fight after gambling. He must have won at first. And his victory ended with a fight. He was the last to lose. Because if he wins, he must come home healthy wal afiat.

"Will I return the engagement sign, will Etek come?" He asked one of the women who was a guest of his mother while staying upright.

"Dude! Civy bit. Change clothes and sit in polite conferring!!" Father snaps.

He looked at his father. He was afraid of his father. But this time his fear was pressed hard. Without ignoring his father's orders he looked again at the woman who came. Then his voice sounded sure.

"If in the past when I was engaged I was not brought to negotiate, then now let me decide. This engagement is indeed better off being canceled…."

"Dude!" father snaps. But he didn't care about his father. No less harsh than the clash of the father, he said:

"I am not a fighter. Nor could the teacher be expected to buy gold and rice fields for my wife. That's why I don't intend to get married. Take this ring back!"

After his words he opened the ring on his ring finger. He then threw it into the lap of the woman he called Etek. Then he stepped back. Passed by his mother who was stuck in the middle door. Then down. Passing her brother upright in the kitchen.

"A completely uncivilized child. Unashamed. Uneaten teachings. . ." his father swore a short length with a red face extinguished. The women who came could not speak a word. This momentary incident was indeed amazing for them. They want the engagement to be decided. But it was unthinkable for them that this would be the way.

Renobulan is the most beautiful girl in the village. Many men fell in love and were willing to sacrifice for him. But a year ago he was betrothed to the Bungsu. People know that engagement is only because of family ties. Reno's family and Bungsu's family are still related. And both of their families belong to the family that is well-known in the village.

Seen in derivatives and treasures. It is tradition, they bind their marriage together. This means that they keep the preservation of derivatives and keep the inheritance does not fall into the hands of "outsiders". Though everyone would bet, that the beautiful Reno would not like the Bungsu. Bah, what would a girl as beautiful and gentle as that Renobulan expect from a man like the Bungsu? His face was always gloomy. His eyes were like he was not alive. Idler and a wonderful gambler. Scarers Allahurobbi. About gambling, no one in this village, even to other villages, who do not know that this young man is the ghost of gambling. All the men who had fallen in love with Reno cursed their parents as parents. Who was willing to sell his daughter in order to keep the inheritance. Old man cursed, cursed them. But Reno's parents seem to have requirements, too.

They were trying to get the Bungsu to change his war. But what a force, this child has never changed. He instead became a junjing material and the ridicule material of his fellow greats. And who could survive being engaged to such a man?

The Bungsu stepped down with an annoyed heart. Her engagement was indeed a strange engagement. Since exchanging rings a year ago, she had only met her fiance three times. Twice on the market Friday and once during the Hari Raya prayer. In those three meetings, not a word was spoken. They only looked at him for a moment at a great distance. Then she was busy with her friends.It was her model engagement. He did not not not not know that Reno is a beautiful girl who became the seizure of many people. But he did not want the girl to think that she was one of the men who hunted for her love. Poems!

Now her untangled engagement[1] is over. His heart was relieved. Yeah, he's relieved. Because he's getting free to gamble.

"Hmm, where to look for capital to gamble?", he thought as he continued to step away from the mansion.

News of the breakup of the engagement soon spread in nearby villages. But the youth in the villages could not immediately rejoice with the news. Because along with the breakup of the engagement, to their villages, and also to other villages, the arrival of Japanese soldiers. At first the soldiers came well. But it was just for a moment. A week later it was discovered that they were actually looking for men. It was originally said that men needed energy to work in the city. Some offices in Bukittinggi, Payakum¬buh, Padang Panjang and Padang require male power. According to the news broadcast. But the news only lasted a little. Because the next week the Japanese were no longer asking men with persuasion. Now they play catch. Residents soon learned from some people in the city that the man who was arrested and persuaded first, was sent to Logas. A gold spot in the Riau wilderness. In addition to being employed in coal mines, men were also forced to make railroads. Not only did the Japanese-Japanese atrocities arrive. They started to disturb the wife's children. In several fights there have been two three residents who died by slashing samurai. A kind of sharp long sword was not playing, and only then did they see. Some men began to work out a force against the Japanese atrocities. They are mainly fighters under the leadership of Datuk Berbangsa, the father of the Bungsu. They practice silat in the middle of the night blind. When Japanese soldiers did not roam the village. Their training ground was also hidden. Very secretive. Their training is now augmented by a way to avoid attacks with long swords like those used by the Japanese.

They never thought there was such a weapon. All they ever trained was to avoid stabbing a keris that was only two-three feet long. Or a sword slash that is not two cubits in length. But the Japanese samurai were of incredible length. Longer than the ones they've known. How to use it is also amazingly fast. The Japanese soldiers also seem to be tough fighters according to the size of their country there. Because in several fights between Japan and Minang fighters in their village, Minang fighters must have died the steps made. Not until some count, the fighter must have collapsed with a torn chest or stomach. Or with the neck almost broken.

The Japanese were so quick to uproot their samurai. Then the samurai quickly flashed. Then in a very short matter, the samurai back they put into the sheath. From the moment it is removed, until it takes two three people, then re-enter the sheath, maybe in just five quick counts. That means in just five seconds less! As fighters, Datuk Berbangsa and his friends admitted honestly the Japanese-Japanese speed using their traditional weapons. Now they're practicing how to take out the long deadly weapons attack. As a training tool they use wood as big as the big toe and the length is almost as deep.

Tonight they are training in the secret place, led by Datuk Maruhun, Renobulan's father, the former fiancee of the Bungsu. Drizzle down that night. The number of people who participated in the training was only seven. Others are in charge of drawing up power elsewhere. Including the father of the Bungsu. Datuk Maruhun was giving clues in the middle of the target (silat ring) when suddenly they were surprised by the light of a flashlight. They try to avoid it by spreading. But it turned out that the target had been surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.

"Hemmm, silat exercises yes. Training to avoid Samurai attacks ha!? Goody! Good..!" said a fat-bellied Japanese man with narrow eyes as he advanced forward.

The seven men stood still in the center of the target. In their hands there was only a keris. But the kris would be powerless to face the bedil that was pointed at them by the Japanese-Japanese. The best way for them is to wait. Waiting for what will happen. They marched straight up seven men. Staring ahead, towards the fatty who was probably the commander of this ambush.

"Continue training!. I like the Minang. Good a lot, uh a lot good", said the fat man as he pounced on the seven men with his eyes fixed. The seven fighters did not move from their place.

No one knows this training ground but their members. Did any of them betray?

"Let's start shining, or do you need to be taught the real samurai?" the fat man spoke again.

Because no one answered, he gestured to one of his men. Japan is advancing. Giving his long berbayonet bedil to his friend. Then with only the samurai at his waist he entered the center of the target.

"Hey, you two!. Go ahead and fight him . . "

The fat Japanese had pointed at the two fighters.

"You are. We are indeed drawing up strength against them. Now the opportunity has arrived. Fight with all effort. If God wills, tomorrow we will die, we will die fighting" Datuk Maruhun whispered to two of his friends.

"Our Prayers Datuk. . . . If we die first please our young son.", the man whispered back slowly.

"Don't worry about who stays. Come on, we pray . . . "

Saying Bismillah, the two men advanced with a dagger in their hands. They were both upright in front of the Japanese. The fat Japanese who were the commanders in the ambush gave hints to his men. His men looked upright in silence, while his right hand was on the handle of the samurai still inserted in the holster on his waist.

The pesilat on the left starts to open the steps to the right. The one on the right also steps to the right. That means they made a step around Japan that direction to the right as well. The Japanese remained still. Suddenly the fighter in front attacked with a stab to the Japanese hull. The other pesilat rolled on the ground and as soon as his body was near the upright Japanese body, he sent a stab to his cloak. For a while Japan was still upright. But suddenly he moved. It's just like people spinning. His hands did not seem to move at all. When he turned around, his hands were still on his waist. His hand was still at his waist. On his samurais handle. But the fighter who attacked first squirmed. And his body fell to the ground without a scream. His skull and back appeared to be long scratched, blood spurting from the scratch. Pesilat who rolled under more nestapa again, his hand that was stabbed upwards, broken up to the elbow. His neck is wide. Both died at that time. Their blood soaked the target. Datuk Maruhun and his four friends were surprised not to play. But they were determined to fight to the death. They stay upright in silence. The Japanese commander spoke again in the language of his ancestors. The backward Japanese turned again slowly. Then walk out the target. Truly dead, none of the five men who were alive had seen the Japanese had uprooted the Samurai. No one! You can imagine how fast Japan is moving. Though Datuk Maruhun is a tough fighter from the Lintau silat stream. He could see with his eyes that were as sharp as an eagle's silat movements which however fast. But this time he had to admit honestly, that his eyes were still less sharp. Another Japanese soldier entered the center of the target. Japan is tall thin. Looks swagger. Arriving at the center of the target he unsheathed his samurai. Unlike the first soldier who still let his samurai in the nest and inserted at the waist. This one holds the samurai's headwaters tightly with both hands.

The fat Japanese commander spoke again :

"So you guys I saw practicing avoiding samurai attacks. Even try to repay it. That's what you mean by using this long wood as a training tool, right? Now, Zenkuro will teach you how to avoid samurai. You two on the other end go ahead . .!"

The two fighters who were appointed looked at each other.

"We'll go forward Datuk. Please forgive our mistakes . .," they said slowly.

They seem to be sure they are going to die. But they face it with courage.

"We're gonna die together here. Only you were chosen first. Go ahead, God be with you . .," Datuk Maruhun said slowly.

The two men advanced. One holds a spear. One holds a sword. But before they started, the fat commander said to one of his men.

"Hey, where's the monkey. Throw it in here so she sees this fight . ."

Not until some count, the "monkey" meant by the Commander was immediately pushed forward from behind the bushes. And the five men were like being shot by lightning so surprised when they saw who was said to be "monkey.

"Dude!!" Datuk Maruhun exclaimed in shock.

"Dude!" The man who advanced with the spear in hand also exclaimed. And suddenly the five of them can guess why these Japanese until they find out the target place that they keep this secret.

"Don't you Bungsu. You not only smeared your father's head with a taik, but also smeared this village with dirt. How much did you get paid by the Japanese to show me this place?" Datuk Maruhun snarled.

The young man just took a deep breath. His gloomy face, his beautiful eyes, looked at the five men of his village quietly. And this calmness made the five of them feel like they were going to throw up so disgusted and angry. The one holding the spear suddenly raised his spear and swung at the Bungsu. But the samurai in the hands of the Japanese moved. The spear cut in two before it could be thrown.

"Cursed you, dude. Good thing my son didn't marry you. Seven of your descendants we swear. Fucking fuck!!" Datuk Maruhun swore his sob. But the young man stood still. The Japanese commander gave orders to the Japanese in the middle of the target. To the two men, he said:

"Well, if you attacked earlier, now attack Zenkuro. . ." Before his words ran out, the Jangkung, who was holding the headwaters of the samurai with both hands, began to attack. Attacks seem ordinary, chopping legs, stomach and neck. Such an attack was easily avoided by the two fighters. They can even attack. Several times the sword and hand in the hands of the fighter that one collided with the samurai in the hands of Japan. Sparks splashed from the impact of the two steel. These two fighters circled the body of the Jungle by stepping in the opposite direction. So he was forced to break his concentration. Ten steps passed. It does not seem which side will win. Datuk Maruhun and his two friends were happy and prayed for their friend to win. But that position did not last long. The Commander gave a hint with their village language. The Japanese hoe suddenly stood up silently. And when suddenly the two fighters attacked again, he moved around quickly. Sounds of screaming streaks. The two fighters collapsed in a blood bath. Dead at that moment. The one who had been holding the buttered spear, his chest was torn wide. The one holding the sword his head was like it was going to halve. The target is now pooled with blood in the increasingly heavy rain.

"Well, you've seen. That your silat means nothing against the Samurai. Therefore do not try to defy our orders. Now you who are still alive come with us back to the village. Show me where your other friends are. Including this monkey father, . ."

Datuk Maruhun stared at the Bungsu who was referred to as ape by the Japanese commander.

"Waang not only deserves to be called a merry-goose. But waang is indeed the most bastard ape in this world. Why don't you tell me at once where Daddy's hiding in Japan-Japan?" He asked with great hatred for the Bungsu. But the young man remained silent. Walking with head bowed, eyes glum and face moody. If only he had not been limited by three soldiers, he might have been stabbed to death by the three men. Even if his father was there, they were sure that Datuk Berbarangan would kill his son. It is certain, that in order to earn money for gambling, this wretched child has opened up the secrets about the exercises held in his village in Japan, following where the exercises are held. It is reasonable how angry the population is to him. The news of the betrayal of the Bungsu soon spread like fire in the husk in the village. Not two months ago he was reported by word of mouth about his engagement that was broken by Reno, now he is back reported by word of mouth about his betrayal. But no one dared to intervene directly. In the village are now stationed five Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese did not manage to find Datuk Berbangsa and his friends. For that they put five soldiers to guard and arrest in case the Datuk appears at any time. Meanwhile Datuk Maruhun and his two friends who were caught on the target, were taken to Bukittinggi. Arrested there. But some say that all three of them have been sent to Logas. In various areas the war against Japanese soldiers has not yet begun. The Japanese had just replaced the Dutch. One night there was an uproar in the village. The five Japanese soldiers stationed in Surau makui, which was used as emergency posts, at dawn were all found dead. On their bodies there are marks. Obviously stabbing keris. At dawn, almost a hundred Japanese soldiers surrounded the village and Datuk Maruhun and his two friends escaped custody. Reportedly along with Datuk Berbangsa and several other fighters they also killed four Japanese soldiers in prison. Then that night also infiltrated the village. They took their wife and children to flee.

When the village was besieged by the Japanese, there were only a few families. Generally women whose husbands have been caught or sent to Logas, or hiding. The four men arrested were immediately lined up in front of a mane where the five Japanese soldiers died last night. The four men were actually ordinary people who had nothing to do with the incident in the village. They are just ordinary farmers. One of them was even deaf and mute. But the Japanese don't care.