Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
The fight begins
Yep. He's the one who stuck it out. At the corner of his lips were still dripping blood from the marks on Malano and his friends a few minutes later.
"Is your nation uncivilized, so that it enters the house of worship without opening dirty shoes?" The young man said with a tone of voice as sharp as a knife. The japanese were stunned. They were more astonished than shocked. Wonderful there are native men who dare to confront Kempetai. This guy is crazy, they thought. But the fat one immediately remembered this young man.
"Hey ayuk. Aren't you the one we arrested that night while hiding near the secret silat target? Yeah, you're the one. You're the son of that bastard Datuk?" residents in silence.
"Capture this bastard. His father was a rebel. His son was of course the same." the fat man said again.
The youngest immediately remembered that this fat man was a Japanese who used to lead the arrest of fighters in secret targets who were then trained by Datuk Maruhun.
"Take the girl off." she said slowly.
"Capture him" the fat man's command blared.
One of the Kempetai removed his grip from Malano. Then go ahead and catch the youngest. But a kick causes Kempetai stuck with a nauseous stomach.
"Bagero took his life" the fat man who felt that much time had been wasted immediately ordered to kill the young man. The two Japanese advanced by wielding their samurai. The youngest's eyes suddenly flashed. The people present did not see the slightest change in the young man. His face remains glum. His eyes remained glistening. So long ago, so now. Suddenly the two Japanese were slashing. And suddenly.snap. Three lines too fast to follow. Finally a stab to the back. Exactly like the style used by his father, Datuk Berbangsa, in the yard of his house a dozen full moon ago.
Both camps were silent. Their eyes stared blankly ahead. Their faces were like astonishment. Suddenly they fell the youngest stood still in his place. The samurai in his hand was back in his sheath. Everyone is silent. Even the wind seemed to stop blowing, the fat Japanese were also stunned. But only for a moment, then by cursing in Japanese he advanced. His hands hung close to the samurai. He came forward after pushing Saleha down.
"Kill you bastard" the fat Japanese scolded, and the samurai flashed. Strange, all of a sudden as when he fought a tiger so-so events on Mount Sago a month ago, the face of this fat Kempetai like changed. His face is similar to Saburo Matsuyama's. Commander Kempetai who killed his father, mother and raped his brother. His gloomy face turned hard. The fat samurai movement was not fast playing. But even faster the squirrel jump movement used by the youngest.
His body suddenly rolled to the right. The fat samurai hunted there. Blank... Suddenly he soared upright two fathoms in front of the Kempetai. Now they are facing. None of the people believed what they had just witnessed. From the moment of Kempetai's second death, to this momentary event. Is it true that in front of them and who faced the Kempetai was the youngest son of Datuk Berbangsa? The famous gambler was that coward?. They can't think. The two men faced each other again. The fat kempetai shifted the soles of his feet on the ground, inch by inch. Suddenly the samurai worked.
But then the youngest pulled out his samurai. No one saw the movement of the samurai. Both are fast. However, now the youngest appears to be kneeling on his left knee. The samurai rained backwards. And at the end of his samurai the fat Kempetai was impaled exactly on the left chest. The struggle was silent. Eyes glare. Samurain is high. He's gnashing molars. Stoke energy. Then swung the samurai in his hand to the skull of the youngest who knelt on his back foot. Saleha. So did some women who stood stiffly around the courtyard of the mosque. But the swing of the fat samurai was only up to half. The temple fell to the ground. The youngest touched his samurai and very quickly put them back into the sheath. Bungsu's quick movement to pull out his samurai at the beginning of the fight made the fat concentration disturbed. That's one of the reasons why the attack wasn't directed. Never did he think that, even almost absurd, there were natives who were very young to have incredible speed using samurai. Faster than a Kempetai. Could this happen? When both of his men died earlier, he was already astonished. The horses and footsteps of this young man were not according to the rules and theories of a samurai. It seems as if just stepping. Even some of his movements looked awkward and funny. But why is he so fast? The fat kempetai did not have time to draw conclusions on the question in his head. He's dead hunting.
If the village had assumed that the youngest was too fast with his samurai, then the villagers really do not know what happened. They saw the Bungsu only once holding a unsheathed samurai. That's when he stabbed the samurai into the fat guy behind him. Then the samurai was snapped, and vanished into the sheath. Now the young man was like just holding a wooden stick that was less than half as long.
The Bungsu stood between the corpses of the Kempetai. Staring at Saleha, then at Sawal and Malano. While they returned his gaze in silence. They were really amazed. This incident was too extraordinary for them. The young man was still upright with a gloomy face. Then the Bungsu turned to the Imam who was still leaning on the door of the mosque.
"I think this Kempetai only comes three. Hopefully the others don't know. Bury them far away. Remove all signs of their coming here. Let no one else know. If they find out they died here, the others they'll kill. Thank you for the help of the Imam to me.." then he turned to Sawal.
"Get this village up for a while. So that the Japanese don't suspect." Then he faced again at Malano who had just done it by hand.
"Thank you Malano, you are a warrior. I would be proud to have a student like you. This afternoon you gave me until the afternoon to be in this village. It's time for me to go…"
Then he looked at Saleha. The girl also looked at him.
"Thank you Saleha. On the warm water and the washcloth you gave me…."
No one answered. No one's making a sound. And the young man walked downstream of the village. His voice sounded calm. There is no revenge. There is no heartache. He stays as before. His face remained gloomy with a haggard look. Yeah, nothing's changed about him. He stays as he used to be. The difference is now only Samurai in hand and the embers of revenge in his heart.
The youngest is getting farther and farther away. Everyone wanted to call and say that he would not leave. Everyone wanted to apologize for what they had treated the young man. Saleha, Malano, Shawal. Everything was. But no one can open their mouth. No sound can be spoken. I don't know how to start a sentence. Imam Saleha's father was the one who spoke. He spoke slowly, between his tears flowing down. He spoke from the door of the mosque, leaning against the door and clutching the wound on his chest.
"A year ago, when all of us fled this village, it was he who buried the body of your nephew. He is the one who buried your husband and wife. He did not want the corpses to be eaten by wild animals. He buried them in his own grave wounds. Didn't you see that Datuk Labih had been stabbed by a samurai before you escaped? Have your sister been raped and killed by Japanese soldiers? Then you told the villagers that it was impossible for him to bury him. That the carcass must have been eaten by dogs or dragged by wild animals to the jungle?. That you all believe, even indeed hope.the child gets such a woe? Didn't we?"
No one answered. Some people seem to wipe away tears. The priest also wiped away the tears on his old cheek. Suddenly he became fed up of seeing this fellow of his village. He's sick of himself, too. Why hasn't he had the courage to say this before? A crow flies high. His voice slashed. Vaaq..gaaak. At the end there, the body of the Bungsu vanished behind the corner. Go with the sunset.
Missing the Noru looks like a pagai
Lost in the waves.
Missing the youngest karano sansai
Lost in mato urang much.
–odowo—
That night drizzle down to wet the earth. Four Japanese soldiers were seen gathering at a coffee shop in the village of Tabing. The village is still located on the foot of Mount Sago. A small village that is not so crowded. But because the location of the village in the military glasses is quite strategic, then the Japanese make the village as one of its headquarters.
There are several Japanese headquarters that include large around the foot of Mount Sago in Luhak 50 City. Namely Padang Mangatas, Tabing, Pekan Tuesday and Kubu Gadang . Japan considers Luhak 50 as a strategic area. Because from here close send troops or supplies to Batu Cangkar or to Logas and Pekanbaru. In areas where Japan has gold mines and various other military interests.
The coffee shop was actually about to close, The owner of an old man was already going to sleep. But the four Japanese soldiers still banged on the door of his shop.
"Don't bust it old man. We want to eat paniaram with sake. Let's get the baniaramnya out.[1]" one of the people said. From their mouths smelled of sake. A kind of Japanese liquor.
"Paniaram is over, sir…"
"Ah don't ngicuh[2]1 laa. Not good ngicuh. There was a lot of noon. Ayooo."
And the old man they pushed until he had been pushed[3] into his shop. They just sat down in the long chair and took four glasses. From the bag they took out a few bottles of porcelain. Pour the bottle into the glass. Just a little, then drink it. Then they whispered. One of them then called out :
"Hey, old man. Where's the paniaram."
The man was forced to pick up a quadrilateral can containing paniaram. Then put it in front of the Japanese army.
"Where Siti old man. Tell him to make us coffee"
That gaek's heart just doesn't feel good. Siti is her daughter. He was usually in Padang Panjang. The Diniyah Putri School is there. But ever since the Japanese came in, she felt that her daughter was not safe there. After all, many parents tell their children to go home from far school. This old man also invited Siti. And while in the village he was more at home.
"There's no more hot water to make your coffee.." he's still trying to dodge.
But frankly, his heart was very wry. Japanese violence against women is no secret. Although it has not been past two years they are in Minangkabau.
A few days ago, two residents who were accused of stealing weapons in Kubu Gadang, were beheaded by the trunk of Agam. And soon the Japanese army cursed. A dozen women, no matter the girl or girl, have been victims of rape.
"Don't be much of an old man's snout. Have your son come down and make us coffee." snapped one of the soldiers.
The old man had no choice but to send his son down and make coffee. Siti wears bad clothes. Shrink her hair and then go down to make coffee. But even though he tried to deteriorate his body and the clothes he wore were loose, still unable to hide his beauty and body density. Can't eliminate that his hips are solidly filled. Her chest is ripe. All of that is still clearly imagined. Even more stimulating in the dim light of the lamp in the small shop.
As he passed by he was about to go to the kitchen near to the four soldiers, with the brazen one squeezing his hips. One quickly pinched her chest, this girl suffocated and cried. He'll run back to his house soon. But he was strangled again when his run was blocked by a samurai. The samurai flashed. And the tip of the batik cloth that he wore as a broken shawl It is conceivable how sharp the weapon was.
"You're Siti, and you're also old man, don't do much. We want to drink coffee, eat a quick paniaram if we don't want to eat the eyes of this samurai…"
Siti shivering. His father nodded at the sign telling. Crying sobbing, the seventeen-year-old girl lit a fire to make coffee.
"Assalamualaikum.." suddenly a slow voice came from outside.
Just sec. But he saw the girl's cheeks wet. He looked at the shop owner. Then to the four soldiers. He nodded in respect. Just call it slow. Although he was not repaid, he stepped in. In his hand was a wooden stick. The four Japanese soldiers returned to drink their sake. It seems that asking for coffee is just to tell the girl to go down to this store. For drinking they have sake. The young man who had just entered was sitting in the corner of the shop. He turned his back on the four soldiers.
"Can I have a cup of coffee"? he asked Siti slowly who was sitting by the furnace carrying water, a stone beside her.
The girl looked at him. The young man looked down. Like looking at a table leaf. The girl did not answer. Although he was sure that the young man did not see his nod, he nodded as well as a sign that he would provide the requested coffee. Despite looking down, the young man could see the girl nod.
"Hey old man, didn't that fat Sumite drink here five days ago?"The Japanese soldier asked the man who owned the shop.
The man did not answer immediately.
"Sumites. The fat-bodied kempetai. Didn't he drink with two of his men here five days ago?"
The owner of the shop immediately knew who the Japanese were asking. That fat-bodied kemetai did drink here five days ago. Then he left. But from that day on, the Kempetai vanished without a trace. He must carefully answer .Don't let him deal with Kempetai later. Kempetai has come here twice. He answered as if.
"Yes sir. He drinks here with two of his friends."
"Didn't she say where she was going?"
"There is no master"
"Well, he vanished without a trace. He was ordered to arrest two men who stole weapons in the village at the foot of the mountain there. But never to return. The village has been checked, the arrested man never returned to his village."
"Maybe he fled to Agam. And Sumite hunted him there.." The other Japanese cut off the conversation.
"Don't know. In this country there are many demons. Hey Siti, quickly bring the coffee.Naah, good, good….Yoroshi's…"
Siti came with four cups of coffee. When he was about to put it the thin-bodied Japanese hugged his waist. Siti suffocating.
"What's wrong. It'sit's okay. I love Siti. I love Siti. I'll buy Siti a cloth." The skinny Japanese seduce while kissing Siti's back. Siti crying. A glass of coffee. The japanese laughed. Siti's father had studied silat. But facing four soldiers with this samurai his heart became gacar. Especially not far from the area there is a Japanese army camp. He had to shut up. The skinny Japanese had sati on his lap. Then stroked the girl's face. Then kiss her cheek. The smell of sake made Siti want to vomit. The smell of Japanese sweat made Siti almost faint.
"Where's my coffee Siti…."
Suddenly a voice came from behind the Japanese-japanese.japan who was laughing was silent. They're looking. And looked at the man who had entered earlier who was sitting down to his back to them. On his right on the table was a wooden stick. He was the one who just asked Siti for coffee.
"You guys talkin' for a second?" the skinny talk.
"Yes" the man answered slowly
"What are you talking people?"
"I asked for coffee. And Siti's taking too long."
"You can make your own coffee. There's water in the furnace."
"No. I asked for a site that made…"
"Site there's a need with me…"
"No. He had to make coffee for me…
"Bagero. Damn you…."
"Which is my coffee," the young man remained calm and lowered his head without ignoring the windy Japanese. Siti released herself from the Japanese embrace. But the skinny one pushed Siti's body into the lap of her friend one more. Then he himself stood up with the coffee cup in his hand.The Japanese walked towards the young man who asked for the coffee.
"You ask for coffee, drink it"
Said so the skinny put the coffee on the young man's head. Suddenly, a light flashed very quickly. And. trasss The glass in the Japanese hand is halved.
His coffee spilled into his own face. His hand wound gushing Japanese blood was suffocated in shock and jumped backwards. The young man is still back. Now he seems to be slowly putting down his wand. The samurai without feeling the four soldiers said uprightly. They stared in shock.
"Give me coffee…"
The young man who was none other than the Bungsu said again slowly. He still sat on his back to the four Japanese soldiers. The skinny one whose hand was injured, suddenly screeched the long Banzai said. And slashed the Bungsu's neck. But suddenly half a fathom behind the young man, before he could blow his samurai as cuckoo, his body was like being held back.
It turned out that the one holding back was the tip of the young man's wooden stick. The samurai he didn't pull. Only the scabbard he had snapped into the chest about the skinny guy's heart. Now the four of them, including Siti and her father, can only clearly see the young man's face. A young man with a handsome face, but very moody.
"I'm not hostile to you skinny. If you try to fight me, you will die like a dog. The owner of this shop and his daughter are not hostile to you either. You guys came to colonize here. You have caught a lot of men. And rape the women of this country. Because of this don't bother this girl. I asked for coffee, don't bother me to drink…."
After saying this, he turned down his wand. And the skinny one was pushed back without having time to talk the samurai in his hands that had been raised.The Bungsu looked at Siti who was still sitting on the lap of one of the Japanese.
"Siti, get me my coffee" he said slowly.
Siti immediately stood up. The Japanese who hugged her like a bewitch, did not dare to hold the girl. Siti immediately made coffee. Then put it in front of the young man.
"Sit down." the young man told Siti to sit in the chair in front of him. Of course with all pleasure Siti obeyed him.
"Whatever Siti is going to do, keep quiet." she said slowly before sipping her coffee.
Siti heard the speech. His eyes did not look at the young man. He's nodding. And at that time the skinny one who was still stuck with the unsheathed samurai could not allow himself to be smeared with such a taik. Without Banzai's shout like that, secretly in order not to be known, he stepped forward. And suddenly he plunged his samurai into the nape of the young man. The three friends watched quietly. Siti wants to scream. But he immediately remembered the young man's message just now - To keep him calm, no matter what. Although his eyes widened in shock and wanted to warn, he bit his lips. Already imagined by him the neck of the young man in front of him was broken by the samurai.
But what had to happen, happened... The skinny Japanese still did not have time to spoil his samurai even though he swung. With incredible speed, the Bungsu pulled out his samurai. Twice a quick swing and a stab to the back ended the fight. The first swipe contains the broken arm of the skinny one holding the samurai. His arm and his samurai were thrown over the goods sold in the store. Blood spurting. The second swipe tore his chest. And the last stab through his heart. Tikam Samurai's.
The other three Japanese were stunned with astonished and pale faces.
"I told you. If he fought me, he would die like a dog." This young man said slowly.
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[1] paniaram \= traditional Minang food, made from rice flour, palm head and sugar
[2] ngicuh \= lies
[3] dede-dede \= staggered