Swordsman Without Friends
Meet Copet Cilik.

The rain was still pouring down from the dark sky as if mourning the death of the students of Mount Bhisma. or it could even laugh at the helplessness of a skinny young man who also still stands dumbstruck under the splash of rain water.

The drops of rain water that hit the thin body were as if a needle prick that hurt the young man.even though his body was painful, cold and shivering but somehow this young man did not try to take shelter. it was also possible that he had deliberately allowed his body to be tormented like that, in order to be able to slightly reduce the grudge in his heart.

A map of a very old and worn goat skin clutched in his hands.The brain in his head worked very hard to remember every image, location and writing that was there. slowly he stepped onto the terrace of the wooden building at the far right, then using a piece of charcoal he began to scratch the wooden floor there.

The picture of the map he finished making on the floor of the wooden terrace then try to match the picture on the map goat skin.the results are very disappointing, the results are very disappointing, because none of them resembled the image on the map of the goat's skin. One time the young man failed, but he repeated his work twice, three times, five times, up to seven times he was still unable to make the same map image.he did not know whether the image in the map was too complicated, or his brain was very stupid.

''Damn it, motherfucker, I'd rather die, shit, shit.!'' the young man was angry at his own weakness.

This pale skinny young man named Pranacitra pounded his fists against the wooden floor repeatedly until the floorboard slit and broke. Instead his two fists looked swollen bloody. his lips twinkled to withstand the cold, cold, pain and anger that clumped in the recesses of his soul.Blood dripped from the tip of his fingers were trembling and slightly bent, maybe besides being injured there was also a part of his broken finger bone.

Pranacitra closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing and all his memories.he realized only with calmness of heart everything he could do.

Using droplets of blood flowing from his pinky skin he again painted on a wooden floorboard.now he did it slowly and calculatingly. as if he still did not feel satisfied the young man repeated his blood painting twice.After even ten times painting he just felt relieved.all the location of the picture, writing, direction, and, and the clue on the goat's skin now moved entirely inside his head.

A small wooden crate containing a map of goat skin has returned to its burrow. buried forever in the grounds of the Gunung Bhisma silat college. there are two reasons why Pranacitra would not take the map out but would rather memorize it.

Only the chest that is above, that is the message from Ki Rangga, meaning that only the bottom chest should not be taken out. Another reason even though the cheeked young man did not know anything about the Valley of a Thousand Poisons, but the bottom of the box should not be taken out, but considering Ki Rangga once said that this map only brings disaster and crime, it can be ascertained that it will be a matter of dispute if it appears in the crowded world.

Pranacitra looked up, the rain had stopped but the thick cloud was getting darker with the coming of night.just this time he felt very tired and hungry. with a step he stepped into the wooden hut that is commonly used as a dining room and meeting between students and teachers.there is already a large basket of rice, sauteed vegetables, boiled ketella, and, with a side dish of two roosters burned by Sribowo, one of his brothers who is the most good at hunting and making traps in the forest.

At other times, of course, all his friends and teachers will be crowded, eating together full of jovial jokes, and lastly, usually everyone is satisfied and praise the delicacy of his cuisine, but now all remains memories. the vegetable rice and cold side dishes were heavy, bitter and bitter as they entered his mouth.although the squeaky and weak actually this young man was not a whiny man. but in that state her tears could not stop flowing.

The sound of many people in the market on the outskirts of the Muntilan duchy has been heard since it was still dark. getting closer to the light of the land the number of traders and buyers is increasing.Today is the Tuesday of the kliwon, where has become a tradition in the area that every kliwon tuesday there is always an impromptu market that is very crowded, because the traders are not only from Muntilan itself, but also from other countries, but many also come from outside the duchy.usually people there call the market day as a sewon market, maybe it stands for tuesday kliwon.

From one corner of the market looks a skinny boy in a ragged shirt and a patch is observing the traffic of people who are crowded in the market.His sharp eyes seem to be eyeing something. his little mouth smirked cunningly when he saw a fat woman dressed up in a new menor walk out of the place of the corncake seller.with a bit greedy the woman immediately ate the cake she just bought while walking home. a basket of woven pandan leaves full of fortified groceries in his big fat left hand.

The thirteen-year-old dirty boy in ragged clothes walked quickly down through the streets of the market.When he was in front of the fat woman, his hands moved quickly. it only takes two eyes for him to take a bag of money-filled cloth tucked in a basket of pandan leaves as well as move it into his own pocket and then go disappear in the crowd of the market.

''Well, my fortune today is also great, the contents of this bag of money can at least guarantee my stomach filled for one week.'' the muttered the dirty boy while patting his pocket. his steps came to a halt as his body hit a dark-clothed, skinny young man who was already cuddly and smelled like him.

''Hey., if you look around first, don't like to hit.!'' snapped the thief boy ruffled his waist.His head looked up to see who the person who had confronted him. although he was actually young and handsome but looked moody as if full of life.The boy was stunned for some reason he felt a little pity looking at this young man.Therefore he just snorted and then mooved away.

This young man actually never studied silat, but because every day saw his friends practicing silat at Mount Bhisma college, a little bit he also understood how to deal with the opponent's attack.

''Let go of me, let go of me, you fucking pale face.!'' umpat the boy tried to rebel.but every time he fought. the nape and his pinched arm was very painful.

''If you continue to rebel to attract the attention of the market, I will tell you that you have dared to steal the bag of money belonging to the fat woman.and you must know the consequences, die of being thumped or enter Bui.!'' whispered the pale young man.the boy immediately shut up.

''As a matter of fact, how about we, we divide the two bags together.?'' bargain with the boy expectantly, but he was disappointed to see the young man just shake his head. ''You just give me back the bag of money you stole, now.!'' the young man snapped pale. the boy became angry ''Restore your words.? then who will feed me today, tomorrow and so on, the contents of this bag can guarantee my stomach full for up to a week..''

''Ooh so it's about food., give me back the bag, your ration I'm responsible.!'' replied the pale young man.The twelve-year-old chuckled in contempt.As his neck and arms were twisted, his laughter became somewhat suffocated. ''Who believes your words, you poor pale face.!''

With a slight force the pale young man dragged the boy. ''Hooi., red-clothed brother, red-clothed sister., wait a minute, your money bag has fallen..!'' exclaimed the pale young man, while the boy swore angrily seven derivatives in the heart.

Many people in the market turned to the origin of the voice.A fat woman in red with a striking makeup looks confused dismantled the contents of her basket looking for her lost pocket of money. when he heard the screams he ran closer. ''You said you found my pocket of money, where.?''

''It wasn't me who found it, but this brother of mine who saw it fell on the road. when he was about to return, he fell because his body was weak due to several days of not eating..'' replied the pale young man sadly while returning the woman's money bag. ''You see, she had to hold her body so as not to fall. her body was very weak as well as sick.'' she added.

''Oh, what a pity, you also look pale like your sister, even if you're fattening but you're both very honest, this I give you a little money and food for both of you..'' he said, while giving some copper coins and two packages of food to the two of them. Market visitors who felt the two ruffians had a noble heart, many who also gave alms money and food. the stunned boy gawked for a lifetime he had never gotten this much windfall. he subconsciously glanced at the pale young man who only grinned coldly at him.

A pale young man and a young boy were seen enjoying a pile of food placed in a bamboo basket, they ate and drank under a shady tree that grew some distance from the edge of the market. ''Ha., ha., really great. I admit you're very good at tacting.!'' since his mouth was full of food, he had a gagging cough.

''Swallow the meal, no one will seize it., rather than being the better you ask for good.'' said the skinny pale.

''Son only., I am not a thief, I am only a child Copet..!'' deny the boy a fierce rascal. ''Maling and pickpocket does it make any difference.?'' the pale mind while gulping water jug.if you see the bad boy in front of him he so remembered his past with his friends while still being a herd of beggar.

The pale young man who was indeed Pranacitra was pensive, today it has been almost a month since he left Mount Bhisma. during this time he has visited dozens of colleges and silat figures who were once friends of Ki Rangga Wesi Bledek the chairman of Gunung Bhisma silat college to ask for help, or ask to teach him silat.

But for various reasons all refused, often even using his weakened state as a reason for rejection.on one day he knelt almost three days and three nights in front of the school door 'Blue Dragon' from Mount Semeru who became one of the ten largest schools of white silat at that time to be willing to accept him as a student, but not only they refused, but they refused, even viciously berating him and beating him so that he quickly went from there.

Until finally the young man's heart realized that in fact they were all just afraid if they had to deal with the Gapura Devil party.In his heart there was a deep feeling of disgust and hatred. he swore if given longevity and the opportunity to tear apart all the schools of silat which he considered cowards and hypocrites.

Just now the child gulp gulp water jug and burp full. From one direction appeared five men rough-faced bewok and armed machete came. ''Okaya., they are the 'Five Begundal Brewok' who used to forcefully withdraw tax money on the merchants and market dwellers here..!'' exclaiming the child's anxious kebel.hunt he collected all the money and food that was on the bamboo basket.then pulled Pranacitra to quickly escape. but it seemed too late because the five people had already moved quickly in the way.