Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
Killer in a coffee shop

"You're looking for your friend the fat Kempetai named Sumite, aren't you?"

The three Japanese were as commanded at nodding. They were still fascinated to see the prowess of this youngster playing a samurai.

"Well, he and the other two, also died at my hands. Dead like a dog. It's not my fault. Those who ask. Since you have heard, you must also die. But before you die, you must answer my question. Where is Captain Saburo Matsuyama now?"

No one answered. The three Japanese looked at each other. And suddenly as commanded, they jumped up and pulled their samurai.the Bungsu jumped on the table. The three samurai hunted there. He jumped down. The three Japanese hunted him. And again happened what had to happen Two very fast sabetage, then followed by a stab to the back. Tikaman once used Datuk Berbangsa when fighting dozens of full moon ago. The first two strokes destroyed two Japanese soldiers. One ripped his chest. One almost broke his neck. And the last stab turned back, ending the life of the third soldier. The young man stopped for a moment. Then he quickly plucked the samurai stuck in the chest of Japan. The samurai trap entered the glove on his left hand. Now he was just holding a wooden stick. Siti and her father were glued to their place. The young man walked again calmly to his desk, where Siti sat quietly. He raised his coffee cup. Then drink the coffee three sips. Then look at the city. Then I looked at the owner of the shop.

"I'm sorry I had to trouble you." he stepped up near the old man. Then suddenly the samurai worked. Sretti.. The man is strangled. Siti suffocating. The old man felt his chest hurt. Samurai the Bungsu decapitated his chest. Starting from the right shoulder torn into the lower abdomen. Siti scatters and hits the youngster while screeching. But the old man was still upright with a pale face.

"Go run to the Japanese headquarters at the end of this road. Report here there are soldiers who are drunk and fighting. Hurry along"

The old man now suddenly realized what a charade he was going to play. The wounds on his chest and stomach were only wounds on thin skin. Although a lot of blood came out, but the wound was harmless. This young man seems to be a very skilled person using his samurai. Siti, too, fell silent. He was embarrassed to curse and beat the young man.

"Go away. We will arrange things here." The Bungsu said. The old man began to run around in the pouring rain. Screaming and screaming until it reaches the Japanese Army Headquarters. In a short time, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers and dozens of residents came carrying toruh. The shop was like a night market. The shop looks like a swimmer tick. Tables and chairs turned around. A young man appeared to be leaning against a wall on the floor. His chest and hands were covered in blood. Looks like he got a samurai cut anyway. She seemed to be crying in the kitchen. The clothes on his back were torn long. From the tear looks thin blood. Among them were four Japanese soldiers who had become corpses. Their samurai looked bloodied.

"They're drunk. Drink sake and ask for coffee. Then I don't know why they took each other out of samurai. Brackish play. We did not have time to avoid.I was hit by a stab, whether samurai who I do not know. The young man who had been in the rain since this afternoon was also hit by the samurai sabetage….Siti too.."The owner of the shop told me with a pale face full of fear.

"Look at my shop. I lost.." he said.

Three Kempetai people who also appeared busy studying the situation of the store and noted in their report book.

"I told you not to let them drink sake on duty.." The Kempetai commander said with a bang. Then it faces the shop owner.

"Sorry, my men are making a mess. He deserved death for their stupidity. You can come to Headquarters tomorrow. We would like to ask for additional information and provide compensation arising tonight. We do not want the Japanese army to harm the people. Nipong Indonesia together. Nipong old brother, Indonesian younger brother…"

He then ordered his men to transport the bodies to the base. The residents then swarmed to question the shop owner. But the man immediately closed his shop.People were forced to go home because the rain was getting heavier. Now in the shop that ticked the swimmer, three of them remained. Siti stopped her pretended cries. His father was weak. The Bungsu rose. Groping pockets. Take a small packet of herbs. Take it out, then he approaches Siti.

"Close down. I have a potent wound medicine." he said.

Siti said the youngest sprinkled the potion medicine he brought from Sago mountain into the wound on the girl's back. The potion brought a cool and comfortable feeling to the wound.

"Thank you, the girl said slowly.

The wound was deliberately made by the youngest with his samurai. To make it seem that there was indeed a fight in the tavern. So did the Japanese samurai he smeared with blood. Then he also sprinkled the medicinal powder on the wound he made on the chest of Siti's father. The man looked at her.

"I'm sorry I had to do this to you" he said slowly.

"We have to thank you, son. I heard you asked Tai-I (Captain) Saburo Matsuyama of the soldiers…"

The youngest was stunned.

"really. You knew him?"

"Nobody doesn't know her, son.."

"Where is he now?"

"There seems to be something so important that you look for it…."

Almost the youngest told what had happened to his family. But he soon realized, it was useless.

"Yes, there's something important that I need to finish.."

"Revenge?"

The young man was stunned. Looked deeply at the old man.

"You're demanding revenge for the deaths of your father, mother and sister?" The man's words again made the Bungsu speech silent.

"There's no need to hide who you are. Everyone around Mount Sago is hearing about your father's death. I've known him. We used to study Kumango. And everyone also knew that his son was named the Bungsu...."

The young man looked down.

"Do you know where Saburo is?"

"A few days ago it was still here. But an easy place to find a Japanese officer is in Lundang…"

"In Lawang? On the edge of Agam's trunk?"

"Yes. That's where it is."

"What's up there. Did they set up a base there?"

"No. There is where they satisfy their lusts with the women.."

"Prostitution place?"

"That's how.."

"thank you. I'll look for him there."

"Let's go up. Tomorrow you continue your journey. "

"Thank you Sir. I have to go now."

"But the rainy day and the night are late."

"It's okay. I used to walk in an atmosphere anyway"

"But weren't you told to come tomorrow to Kempetai headquarters?"

"Ah, I guess let me Father. Tell me I'm gone."

"You really don't want to spend the night here a little last night?"

"Thank you sir…"

He then looked at Siti who was still sitting. The girl looked down.

"Thank you for the coffee, Siti. You are good at making it. I've never had a drink like that…." Siti looked at him. There was water pooling in his eye sockets

"Is coffee really good?" ask the girl slowly.

"Yes…"

"I forgot to give him sugar, out of fear." The girl said as her lips smiled in embarrassment.

"Yes, yeah. That's exactly why the coffee is so good. Well, goodbye."He held Siti's hand for a moment. Then step out.

"Our prayers are for you, son…"

"Thank you, sir…"

"I'll definitely stop by.."

And he vanished into the wet darkness out there. Siti cried when she left. His father took a deep breath.

-000-

This twilight the women in Lawang felt surprise mixed with wonder. Because there comes a young man. Although his face was gloomy, yet there was no denying that he was a manly man. His haggard eyes actually make the women flower there become interested. Since dusk she was "started" by two women. For the size there, the two women are the women of choice. Usually they only want to serve high-ranking officers. The lowest ranked captain. Not just anyone who wants to serve people. This twilight both felt the need to serve the young man. You see, they have never been visited urang, dashing anyway. They tell me slowly. Story in the shadow of a tree. Drink sweet tea and eat fried bananas. The young man did not seem to be from the group of people. His clothes are simple. Wear Chinese scissor clothes, Javanese pants with a sarong cloth crossed from left shoulder to right. In his hand was a wooden stick. If only he had used Saluak, then people would believe that he must have been a ruler. His style is similar to that of a head of a people.

"It seems that the uda is waiting for someone.", the sweet black-nosed woman with glittering and attractive eyes, said. He noticed the young man several times glancing at the gate whenever anyone came.

"A friend is coming?" the woman asked again.

"Yes, I'm waiting for someone."

"Women?"

"No, aren't you already there?"

"Yes. But why have you been sitting here since? Come on, come on home…". The other woman, who was yellow and plump, said as she pulled the young man's hand. The age of both women may not be more than 22 years. Still too young.

"wait. He might come soon. But how am I gonna get home, you two."

"It's not about. Can you replace Uda?" said the sweet black woman while twinkling her beautiful eyes.

The young man's face turned red. He glanced at the table across the street, at some Japanese soldiers and officers drinking. I think he knows two of them. He tried to remember.

"Hows it? Come on over to the house!" The beautiful yellow-skinned woman whined again while pulling her hand. It was then that one of the Japanese soldiers sitting not far from him stood up. Walk towards the table where they are sitting. The Japanese body was gurgling. He looked at the two women beside the young man.

"Hmmm.nona, come with me." she said, holding the hand of the sweet black. The woman shook her hand.

"Sorry Kamura, I have a guest.", he said evasively.

Japanese named Kamura and the rank of Gun Syo (Sergeant One) grinned. Look at the guest who mentioned the sweet black. When all he saw was a gentleman, a native, he laughed. Showing a sickening grin.

"Ha, you two are. There is a black, there is a yellow. Don't be greedy. I brought this sweet black one.." The Japanese said while still dragging the sweet black hand. There is no power of the woman other than to obey Kamura's will. His friends laughed and applauded. Meanwhile the yellow-skinned beauty immediately tightened her seat and held the youngster's arm tightly.

"Hurry to the room. Later came the others took me.", the woman whined again. The young man, who was none other than the Bungsu, did not hear the words of this beauty. His mind is floating. He tried to remember Gun Syo Kamura's bad grin earlier. Where he's seen her.

Suddenly he remembered. Wasn't Japan the one who confronted him when he was about to approach his father, mother and brother during the ambush at their home first? He remembered the event. His father, brother and mother had just been ordered out of the fraternity on top of the eng lot by Captain Saburo. When they appeared on the stairs of the house Gadang, the Bungsu who was among the crowd of residents ran forward while calling his father and mother. But a thin Japanese soldier confronted him. He stopped, staring at the skinny soldier. The soldier grinned. He was horrified in his place.

Well, that soldier was the one who brought the sweet black guy up. He marked his grin. He had forgotten that because the soldier was no longer thin like a dozen full moons ago. Now his body is big. Glad he seems to be in these Fifty Cities.

"We're in?" the yellow beauty was happy to see him upright. The Bungsu looked at him.

"Yes. We're in.." he said. The yellow man happily held his hand. Then lead him to the top of the house where Kamura had also entered with his friend the sweet black. In the room, the beautiful yellow sat the gloomy-faced young man on his bed, which was satin and smelled good.

"Sit. What do you want to drink?" ask him with pampering.

The Bungsu looked at the woman. Staring at him silently.

"Don't look at it like that Uda. My heart was broken for me", he said spoiled while holding both cheeks of the Bungsu.

"Look you're looking for someone here." she whispered. The Bungsu was still sitting still.

"Look you recognize and take revenge on the Japanese who brought my black friend.." she said again slowly.

The Bungsu admired the sharpness of this woman's vision.

"Behind your dear eyes, behind your gloomy face, is a volcano's lava. That will destroy the people you hate. Something terrible in your life must have happened. So that you keep such a big lump of vengeance in your heart. Is your family cursed by the Japanese?"

The Bungsu was really surprised to hear this woman's words. It is like reading the page of a book.

"Upik, what's your name?" he asked while looking at the beautiful woman.

"You don't need to know. Every guy who comes here asks me my name. Then they'll forget it."

"Say, what's your name!"

"Mariu…"

"Mariam?"

"Yes"

"Is that your real name?"

"Nothing I should hide. The honor is being sold here. What does it mean to hide a name."

"sorry. But you guessed me as if you knew me…"

"For others it may be difficult to guess who you are. But not for me. I know what's in your heart, because I keep experiencing the same thing…"

"Your family was killed by the Japanese?"

"To be exact my husband…"

"Your husband?"

"Yes. I'm an orphan. Mom and dad died after I got married and my husband was killed by the Japanese for not coming to Logas. Then I was they nistai. It's not enough just that, I they dragged her here. I tried to escape once, but this country is not wide enough to escape the reach of Kempetai's hands. I was finally dragged back here to satisfy their lust. Here I am. alive and waiting to die."

The woman began to sob. The Bungsu broke his heart. This beautiful woman, who is perhaps as beautiful as Renobulan, her former fiance. Or with Saleha. Or with Siti. Now stranded in this Lawang. Stainful. Hated by his village. But do they know what the cause was then he got here?

"Mariu. Where is your village." he asked while holding the woman's shoulder.

The woman wiped away the tears. Trying to hold back the crying.

"I'm from Week Tuesday", he replied slowly.

"Do you know who desecrated you and killed your husband, Mariam?"

"The Japanese who had brought my friend, who was a sweet black man, were one of them…."

"You mean the Japanese who was called Kamura by your friend?" Mariam nodded.

"Damn. He was also the one who killed both my parents and my brother. He hit me when I ran to my father.." sizzled the Bungsu.

"Who else do you know Mariam?"

"I don't remember. But the commander is Saburo…"

The Bungsu gasped. "Saburo?" he said hissing sharply.