Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
The Curse of the Grandfather
The grandfather spoke again, slowly :
"You won't survive Saburo! I swear I will demand revenge from the hereafter. You too will die by the samurai. You'll feel how your country's weapon stabbed you, remember that's fine. That's my oath...… Saburo….!"
His words stopped, blood spurting from his mouth. And the mighty man, who wore a cacophony carved with omens of his predecessor's office, fell flat. He never complained. The samurai stuck in his chest upright like a warning milestone. Upright and strong. As strong as the man who died at the end.
The grandfather died from his wife's place. His eyes looked up at the high sky. A flying Eagle flashed. His shrill voice sounded bitter. Saburo felt the fur of his nape standing up to hear the oath of the grandfather earlier. Datuk's daughter suddenly rushed into the middle of chasing after her mother and father who was bathed in blood. However his hand was grabbed by Saburo.
"Clean this village !" he shouted at his men. And as soon as his men dispersed, he immediately dragged the curvaceous girl up to the Indigenous house. The girl thrashed and put up a fight. He learned Kumango silat from his father. Now he's trying to fight the Japanese will. But in the hands of Saburo, who not only understands samurai science, but is also proficient in Karate and Judo, this girl's intelligence is meaningless.
His hand had indeed managed to slap the Captain three times. But as soon as Saburo slapped her back just once, the girl fainted. Saburo held his drenched body up onto the house. In the middle of the room he stood up. Find where the room is. When he looked at the girl's own room, he stepped there. The room was clean and beautiful. The fragrant smell of the jasmine flower snuck into his nose. It caused his lust to light up. He threw the body of Datuk Berbangsa's daughter into the bed. The girl's legs drooped down the bed. And the cloth was drenched wide. Beneath the house was a chicken coop incubating a dozen chubby cubs. The sound of the pounding on top of the house, which was caused by Saburo's shoes when riding earlier shocked the chickens.
The hen's mother stood up and ran to a dark place. The cubs hunted down and thrust their mother's wings and went under their mother's wing. One of them, pale white, fat and big, was still circling outside.
Her mother was silent to protect her eleven-tailed cub. The chicks started circling the mother's body. It then bursts out among the feathers of its black, braid wings. Her mother held her wings. Several times the fat chick did not manage to get under the room under his mother's stomach. But in the end, he succeeded too.
She felt warm under her mother's stomach. His body swirled among his eleven other brothers. Her mother's body was swaying as she swirled below.
In the courtyard, six fathoms from both the bodies of his father and mother, the Bungsu still remained bowed. He did not dare to move a bit. Although there was only one soldier in the courtyard, and the soldier stood eleven fathoms from him, behind him as well. Facing the back of the house. But the Bungsu never had the slightest courage to stand up to the body of his Father and Mother.
He also did not have the courage to help his brother's honor that Saburo Matsuyama had over their house. No. gabe. He hasn't had the courage in all this time. His courage is one. It's playing gambling. But now what's the use of that one cleverness? As a boy he was a "incomplete" boy, however much he once boasted of his "science" judgments.
In the room above the mansion, the Bungsu's brother suddenly woke up. He felt his neck ache and hot. I felt a breath on his face. Feeling his body being drenched in sweat. I felt a heavy burden pushing him. And suddenly he screamed and soared upright. But his stranglehold stops when Saburo naps his samurai. The girl slumped to the window. He covered his chest with his hands. His eyes looked at me to the courtyard. Looked at the dead bodies of his father and mother. And his eyes stopped on the face of the Bungsu who was still sitting on his knees and looking at him. The girl's lips moved.
Like talking to his sister. But no sound came out. His eyes soon withered. And his head drooped to the window. The Bungsu was still glued to his place full of fear. Down with silence.
Shortly afterwards he saw Captain Saburo Matsuyama coming down from the house while attaching a belt. In the yard he stopped when he looked at the Bungsu. He immediately remembered on the oath of Datuk Berbangsa. Remember his vow that will demand revenge. Who will pay him back other than this child? With that conclusion he then approached the Bungsu. Afraid of the Bungsu showing up.
"Aaaa.ampuun sir. Ampuun!" he was pleading with a shivering body.
Some residents who saw him from a distance became disgusted and nauseous at the attitude of this young man. They seemed to want to trample on that cowardly youngster. Really fuck! Really curse. Fucking bastard son!, maki them.
Saburo holds his Samurai headwaters. The Bungsu was surprised. He knew the Japanese were intent on killing him. He's getting up soon. Whispering for mercy he scatters taking a thousand steps. But this cowardly young man is indeed unlucky. The Samurai Saburo Sword moved extremely fast. Backs part. He jerks. The body is face down with a gaping back ranging from the left shoulder blade to the hip limit. Meanwhile, the village has become a sea of fire. The squeals and howls sounded earthy. The women were dragged under a tree. Raped and several men who tried to fight were slaughtered with samurai or stabbed with bayonets.
By late afternoon, the village was almost flat on the ground. Smoke is everywhere. Eagles and crows flying low are like seeing a carcass lying down. It was an unforgettable slaughter for the people of the village. No less than ten lives were lost. And on the Japanese side only 3 soldiers were eaten by samurai in the hands of Datuk Berbangsa. Some houses are still upright intact, namely uninhabited houses.
The Japanese soldiers had already returned to Payakumbuh, where they were based. More and more people are coming to Minangkabau via North Sumatra.
Their power was dispersed to several major cities in Minangkabau.
That afternoon it was raining. Wet the village that the swimmer had ticked. The light rain was like washing the bodies of corpses. No one else in the village seemed alive. They all fled. Save their lives from the savagery of Japanese soldiers. Japan does have a reason to brush the village to the ground. Because the village is the first base in the history of popular resistance in Minangkabau against Japanese rule. And after Datuk Berbangsa and his family were killed, the village became a temporary residence.
But of the ten bodies that are poor across it turns out there are still alive.
The rain seems to restore that living consciousness. In the courtyard of Datuk Berbangsa house there is a body figure that moves. First hand. That moving body was the Bungsu!.
His face was firmly on the ground. He felt his back very painfully soaked in water. He's still closed. His hands moved slowly. The smell of the earth and the fragrant rice fields from the wind blowing from the foot of Mount Sago felt drops of water.
"I'm still alive." whispered his heart.
He tried to rest on his hands to turn himself around. But how difficult it is. He nodded again silently. Gathering energy, he now opened his eyes. The first thing that is visible is the courtyard of the house where in childhood he played marbles and played pole. Then on the ground he saw the reddened water. It must be his blood.
He tried to re-trap his memory. Starting from him being arrested a few nights ago near that secret target. He found out about the secret target when he followed his father one night. Since the last time Baribeh and Jul, he was eager to learn silat. But he was ashamed to tell his father. He knew his father was ashamed to have a son like him. A child who embarrasses the family. His father was a swordsman and silat teacher. But his son was a gambler whose coward Allahurobbi. This has always been a pressure for the father wherever he is.
And one night he followed his father from a distance. He saw people practicing silat on target. He knew the target was for people whose intelligence level was already high. He knew all those fighters. That's why he didn't dare to show his face. He just peeked out from behind the bush. Peering at the way they stepped, opening the attack. Parried and jumped.
He wants to be very good at lightning. But who will he learn from? His father came out often. Looks like something important is taken care of. It's like drawing up a force against Japan. Even though his father is not home. The Bungsu kept coming quietly to the target at midnight. Seeing people practicing.
When people finished training, he immediately rushed home first so as not to be caught. And at home during the day, he tried the movements he saw. It is hard to learn without a teacher. What he saw was not a lesson from the beginning. Except for advanced lessons. Only a week he had seen the practice guy. The last night was the night in which Datuk Maruhun was captured by Japanese soldiers.
That night he was indeed late to his usual lookout. He was late because of the rain. But the desire to learn remains burning. So although it was late and the rain was still falling, the young man came down to the ground as well. With a sneak he approached the secret target. He saw a faint lamp light.
Heard the sound of swords and keris. He then slammed into the small thicket where he usually peeked. Suddenly, a hand closed his mouth.
He wanted to scream and scream. But that deck is very strong. And shortly after, the Japanese had surrounded the target. And he was pushed into the middle of the target.
Datuk Maruhun thought he was the one who exposed the secret of the existence of this target to the Japanese. The guess is also the same as all the fighters on the target. They thought the youngest was opening the secret to get money to gamble.
That night he explained his case to Datuk Maruhun and his friends. But is there any point in all that? He knew that this fellow in his village considered him a "pointed-horned" man". The grandfather had not been happy with him for a long time. That is since he did not care about the engagement with his girl named Renobulan.
That is why he chose to remain silent even though he was cursed and cursed by the people of his village.
He felt ashamed for a long time being near his father's corpse. Embarrassed by the far-reaching differences between him and his father. His father was a resident respected Penghulu. A silat teacher who is rarely a match. But arriving at him, it turns out to only bring disgrace to the good name of his father and family. He remembered his father's words when he came down from the house. When he called his mother. Mom, dad and brother were stunned on the stairs.
"You were born to be a mermaid. I regret having a child like you. You sold this country and its inhabitants to Japan solely to earn money so you could gamble. Why don't you now take our heads for you to sell?"
His father's voice echoed again. He flinched in shock. His father must have heard it also from Datuk Maruhun or from others, about their encounter at the secret target. Surely his father also suspected, as alleged by Datuk Maruhun and his friends¬, that he was the one who leaked the secrets of the target to Japan. His heart was so hard hit. Slowly he moved near his mother's corpse.
His mother's face was calm. His heart is broken. His head turned to the house. At the window he saw the body of his brother still drooping. She wants to cry. But he did not know how to cry for such a terrible calamity.
If one of his family dies, maybe he can cry. But now their third. He is just a kara now. How did he have to cry over this accident? What misfortune has befallen him, so to cry he does not know how? Suddenly his mother's hand moved slowly. Very slowly. But he saw it clearly.
"Mother . ." called her slowly while raising the middle-aged woman's head.
Heart's pounding. Long time no answer. But after that, the woman's eyelids opened. The woman licked the water on her lips. His hand slowly lifted. Swiping his son's cheek.
"Mother …"
"Bungsu. . You now live alone son. Carefully guard yourself. . ." The woman stopped. Back to licking the water on her lips. Then he heard his voice again.
"Your father wants you to be a good son . . ."
The woman stopped again. It was like gathering the last energy. It seems he did delay the arrival of death to be able to talk to his youngest child.
"Bungsu. People said you leaked the secrets of the target to the Japanese in order to get money to gamble.. . But I don't believe it. I can't believe you did that. I am sure that you are still a good child.. Say Bungsu. ... that you have never betrayed your father and your village ."
The woman stopped. His eyes closed again. The breath is one-one. But he tried to open his eyes, to see the face of his son. To see and hear his son's answer.
The Bungsu wants to talk. There is so much he wants to say. But his throat is clogged. He was only able to shake his head and clasped his mother's hand, kissing her. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
The mother seemed to be able to read the implied in her son's mind. Although the child does not speak a word, only shakes his head, but the instinct of a mother can read what is contained in the heart of her child. The woman was like smiling. Eyes closed. Head droops. And he breathed his last in the ever-greatening hail.
A real mother is dead. A mother who does not distinguish love from her children. Among his wise and foolish children, among his valiant and deformed children, among his virtuous and corrupt sons, a mother still shares the same great love. A mother wants the same happiness for all her children.
And that afternoon the Bungsu felt how much he really needed the love of a mother. He felt it after his mother died. He needs the guidance and affection of a father. Just after his father died. He needs the love of a brother. He felt it after his brother died!
How tragic is the fate of this man. It is true that every child will not realize how much he really needs the love of his mother and father, when both mother and father are alive.
The second day since the bloody incident, the Bungsu was still sitting there. In the courtyard of his house. Among the ruins of houses in his village. He sat with his mother's head on his thigh. Until the third day he was unable to move from there. Wound
in his back was very painful. Fortunately, the cold and rain helped his wounds. No flies are shrouding.
It was only on the third day that he tried to rise with a body like it would be torn in two. He had to bury the bodies of his father, mother and brother. He also had to bury the bodies of seven other men, women and children in the village. Because there's no one there. They have fled.
Heavy rain that fell a few days ago that caused the soil to be soft and easily dug. Clenching his teeth, he pulled out the Samurai stuck upright in his father's left chest. Then he started digging in the dirt near his father's body with the samurai. The bodies of his father and mother were only a short distance away. He dug in the middle of the two men. Then put the body of his parents into a hole.
The fifth day he finished burying all the bodies in the village. They he buried just. Just buried and gone odorless and hopefully not dug up animals. They he buried near his dead body lying. There was someone near the stairs like her brother. There's someone in the middle of the yard like his mother. There are those under the tree like some of the other neighbors. He had to bury them all. Even though during his life, they hated him, he did not have the slightest grudge against this fellow villager.
Day six, he went somewhere. It's already dusk. He's limping. Rain and cold air had saved the wound on his wide back from quickly rotting. On the way, he suddenly realized that in addition to digging the grave, he also used Samurai stuck in his father's chest as a buffer stick so that his body did not collapse. He could not remember when he picked up the samurai holster. But clearly now he was holding it.
He was going to throw away the samurai. He cut a wood as big as an arm. But suddenly he was stunned. His father's voice and oath shortly before collapsing after being hit by the Samurai Saburo, ringing back.
"You won't survive Saburo! I swear I will demand revenge from the hereafter. You too will die by the samurai. You'll feel how your country's weapon stabbed you, remember that's fine. That's my oath...…Saburo….!"
His hands shivered in light of the oath. And suddenly he threw away the wood he had just picked up. He held the samurai in his hands. Then start to step.
I don't know where he is. No one knows. Months after that, when the atmosphere was rather safe, the people of Situjuh Laweh Field, Datuk Berbangsa village, returned home one by one from their refugees.
They get graves that are irregular victims of the massacre that causes them to flee. They dug up the graves and buried them in the tombs of the people. They wondered when they did not find the body of the Bungsu. Though some of them saw clearly how the wretched young man could be slaughtered by samurai Captain Saburo. But where's the body? If there were no bodies, who would have buried them? Didn't he die, and then he buried all these bodies? Cannot be. The young man could not have done any good for this country. Because his father betrayed him. Wasn't that secret target his father was leading?
And did he not sell the secret to the Japanese until they were all caught and killed? There's no way he buried the body.
"Perhaps the carcass was not buried by anyone. For the man who buried this may know that he was a bastard. And his body remained abandoned, and finally devoured by a dog or tiger that came from the mountain. And it is this opinion that trusts him the most. And for the villagers, the young man would rather die of a tiger than live to shame the country.
The young man is thought to have been buried in the belly of the animal. No matter the dog, tiger or lizard. He vanished as if swallowed by the earth and no one tried to remember him, except for the bad.
Village life at the waist of Mount Sago located far from the city of Payakumbuh it back as usual.
The Japanese never came there again. But that does not mean that Japanese soldiers have stopped their atrocities in Minangkabau. Nah! The cruelty of the narrow-eyed and short-bodied people is almost evenly felt by residents in the city and the countryside on the edge of the city occupied by Japanese soldiers.
Situjuh Laweh Field they forget because the fighters are dead. Datuk Maruhun, reportedly, died at Logas. So do his friends.