Swordsman Without Friends
Wandered.

Although the time has gone up midday but the atmosphere tarasa gloomy. in the sky looks dark cloudy hanging.wind blowing blowing leaves and sand dust to fall and fly.

Not far from the back of a bamboo hut that had almost collapsed there was a new and wet tomb. when viewed from far away the tomb will not be seen because it is protected behind two large stone protrusions and thickets of tall shrubs.

Two young men were kneeling before the tomb, a pale, emaciated young man like a sickling and a little girl who was beginning to become a thirteen-year-old teenager, this young girl wept softly, both of his hands were injured in mud, although the young man beside him had banned him but he still insisted on digging the tomb.

A wooden tombstone was designed as a marker. There is no single writing that explains who the people buried in it. For these two people as long as they know that Ki Suta who rested there is enough.

Heavy rain fell to the earth as the sound of wind and thunder roared.the pale young man cursed in his heart, his head looking up to the sky. ''Why does the rain always come when there is death near me, do you deliberately laugh at me.?'' his mind was furious.in an instant both bodies were drenched in rain.the pale young man coughed, his thin body began to shiver. he hates the rain but hates his own body too weak.

''Pranacitra you're okay, brother., you., you why, brother Pranacitra.?'' exclaimed the young girl beside him worriedly.just that voice she still had time to hear, then her eyes turned dark.

When he realized he was back in the hut lying on top of the bamboo hall.His wet clothes had changed to dry clothes.he knew that the clothes belonged to Ki Suta. a young girl was drying her clothes near the stone fireplace in the corner of the kitchen hut.The bamboo hut was divided into three rooms.the middle room for rest and eating, and, the back as a place to cook and concoct medicine, while the front room is used to receive guests who want to treat.

The three rooms were separated by a wall and a door of woven bamboo, because the door to the kitchen space opened Pranacitra could see the medicine-boiling Srianah drying their clothes in the kitchen fireplace. from behind, the girl's white back is full of lash scars. This boy only uses a piece of shabby cloth to cover the front and bottom of his body.

Pranacitra does not know if Srianah does not have another shirt or if he has not had time to change clothes.Pranacitra's blood rippled smooth, smooth, the body of the thirteen-year-old girl who was white-washed and had started growing up the teenager implied a strange attraction.The young man cursed at himself who had thought wildly.

''Eeh you've realized Pranacitra.?'' srianah asked nervously knowing that the young man had woken up. He quickly put back on his half-dry clothes, then picked up the medicinal stew from the top of the furnace.

''This drink let your body be warm, '' said Srianah as she offered a bamboo glass filled with medicinal herbs that were still hot. thankfully Pranacitra drank the potion little by little until it ran out. It was hot and bitter but his heart was warm and sweet.

''Srianah., thank you for all your help, but I can't stay here much longer, tomorrow morning I have to leave because there's a lot of business to do..''

''Where are you going, remember your body is so weak, what if something happens to you out there.?'' said the girl was worried. ''Actually what business do you have to get out of here.?''

Pranacitra hugged the body of the young girl who began to cry on his chest.This young man knew the feelings of the girl who had just been left by his teacher.he must have felt lost and needed friends to share. but now the person he had hoped to be the place to rest was even intending to leave.

Forced Pranacitra to tell almost everything he had experienced so far to Srianah, ranging from being a bad boy to the destruction of the Bisma mountain school. the girl seemed stunned by all the stories of the young man. ''I didn't expect him to have suffered such great suffering, and he said, his age is also soon.

''In addition, if I continue to be here, I am afraid that the big-eyed evil grandmother will come back here. With my weak body, it is certainly difficult for me to protect you..''

''If only Ki Suta had not managed to break the attention of the little granny and push us both under the bed, maybe we were also dead..''

''It was just a lucky act, now you know the reason I have to leave here.'' Pranacitra said as she stroked the girl's hair.

''If it's your decision then you should take me too.'' said Srianah standing up wiping away her tears. with a quick movement he rolled up his long black hair then tied it with a striated piece of batik cloth.

Both hands scooped a handful of dust from the ground floor of the hut and then rubbed it on the face, neck and hands of his feet. now he has returned again like a child copet that Pranacitra had met at the Sewon market. ''Here my name is Srianah, but out there I'm the scoundrel of the pickpocket.!''

''I will make food for dinner and stock us both tomorrow, said Srianah aka Coreng with a sweet smile. Pranacitra just sighed, he knew the determination of the girl was already round. This young man only hoped that later their journey did not meet many obstacles.

That morning a pair of young homeless people were seen walking through a market on the outskirts of the Muntilan duchy. Because that day was not a kliwon tuesday, the market atmosphere was not too crowded. the two young people who are Pranacitra and Srianah aka Coreng deliberately passed through this market to just remember their meeting together as well as a farewell for Srianah in the market that had become his residence.

Soon both of them have passed the market ''After this we will walk where.?'' asked the Coreng to the young man who was walking beside him while stepping he looked a little limped, though, although the mouth wound on his left calf was already dry covered and wrapped in a cloth containing medicinal herb powder but there was still a slight pain.

''I don't know either, I wanted to find a teacher, but now I don't think it's going to be possible for me. Everyone who used to claim to be a white-flow swordsman was a defender of the truth, he said, it is precisely fear and avoidance when it knows Ki Rangga my teacher is hostile to the Gapura Devil party..''

''Because of those cowards and hypocrites, I swear that long life will make them kneel for mercy under the soles of my feet.!'' indignant Pranacitra full of anger.so grudge that clumped in his chest, cough tight young man back relapse. Coreg until stunned horrified at once pity to see the face of the young man who increasingly paled.

The two of them continued walking down the streets, wandering through the rivers and jungles while silently searching for clues about the Thousand Poison Valley. not a few people have heard the name of the valley, but no one knows the way to get there.The map owned by Pranacitra only explains how To get into the Valley of a Thousand Poisons. but where the valley is, no one knows.

Pranacitra coughed again, his weak body shivering. Coreng used his handkerchief to wipe the blood dripping from the tip of the young man's lips. Nearly two weeks of wandering together made the relationship between the two closer.although death can pick him up at any time, he said, but the hardness of heart of the young man was stronger than a rock. As long as it was still breathing he would not give up. ''Hypocritical martial people, also the Gapura Devils party. You will all feel my vengeance, just look at it.!'' pranacitra shouted.His eyes reddened, his face was grim.Had clenched hands hit the right left. The scab that tried to calm him down was pushed down.

''One skinny man coughed like he was going to die tomorrow morning, but he was half dead as if he did not fear the heavens and the earth. the other is a bad boy who tries to disguise himself as a man. hhmm., the world has indeed gone crazy. Huh, ha., ha.!''

The two turned to the origin of the voice.

On top of a large tree on the edge of the forest, an old man was clad in a blinded pandan leaf and in ragged clothes was sitting on a branch of a tree that was the size of only a big toe. a branch of a tree clutched in his thin left hand.When the twig in turn sounded a loud buzzing sound like the sound of a thousand wasps.

Amazingly the leaves of the trees around him also shook and fell down to the ground, even though they did not know who the parents dressed up the beggar, he said, but Pranacitra and Srianah know that he is not a human being.!

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