Swordsman Without Friends
The storyteller and his grandson (bag1).

Hustle and bustle of people in the Rejosari market sounded boisterous along with the arrival of the morning.The atmosphere increased with the arrival of seasonal traders from outside the area who offer a variety of merchandise. to attract buyers, some traders deliberately give cheaper prices than they should.

Rejosari is a new duchy inaugurated by the central government.it was still included in the Wonokerto duchy.because it was too far from Wonokerto, finally Rejosari was made a stand-alone duchy since a year ago.in a short time the territory became increasingly developed and crowded.

Somewhat on the outskirts of the duchy to the east of the Rejosari region there is a food stall.even though it is not so big and the secluded rada of the place but the visitors of the stalls are very crowded, even in the past week Ki Buntel Tembem the owner of the shop who was fat short and his face always smiled witfully until adding three tables and wooden benches in his stall to be able to serve the people patrons.

Even though the former food stall of two-child fat widows was not crowded.the food served was also ordinary, but the situation had changed since three months ago. if there are people passing in the street in front of the food stall named 'Mampir Daharan' it will definitely smell the aroma of cooking that is very appetizing.

Although it is not clear the cause, but many people say that Ki Buntel Tembem has managed to get a new cook who is very great. there are even some people who believe that the new cook is a former royal kitchen person who has resigned.

In addition to the taste of the cuisine is very good and the price is affordable, in the shop there is also another entertainment that is liked by the visitors. in the middle of the stall room every three days in the morning and evening will be present an old grandfather along with his granddaughter who will tell a variety of interesting stories to entertain shop visitors.

Although some folktales as well as the story of the puppet has often been heard by people but because it was conveyed back by the old grandfather in a different way to make the shop visitors amazed. not to mention the granddaughter of the old man who was sweet and his age may have just ten years old was always chiming in and asking his grandfather about the storyline, which is the story, make the atmosphere of food stalls more exciting and attract the interest of listeners.

''Ki Buntel Tembem., today I want to eat grilled glutinous breakfast with grated coconut sprinkles.!'' I heard a visitor's order. ''If my wife and I want to order kale stir-fry with shrimp and mushrooms that are as delicious as yesterday.!'' yelling other visitors.along again heard the cry of people who order food.

All orders were immediately delivered by Ki Buntel Tembem to the kitchen of the stall.it only took a short time for the cook to serve the request of visitors. with the help of two young people five dozen years old child Ki Buntel Tembem who is also a bit fat like his father, all processed delicious cuisine flows out of the kitchen to the customer's table.

A seventy-year-old grandfather whose eyes were a little myopic sat with a little girl at the inner table.See that all the shop-goers had enjoyed their own dishes, the pink-clothed, patched-up girl signaled her grandfather to start telling stories.

Starting with five finger beats on a wooden table and a loud voice, the grandfather began to open a story. although the tap of the index and middle fingers of the old man looked slow but the sound produced besides being loud enough was also powerful, it could even be heard to come out of the stall. for people who have experience will soon realize that the tap of two fingers is not arbitrary.

''As usual, both of us, his poor parents and grandson will try to entertain the visitors of the food stall 'Mampir Daharan' belongs to Ki Buntel Tembem with a story.!'' this call was greeted by applause from the visitors who really wanted to hear the story from the grandfather.

''Before that, we both thanked the owner of this food stall who had been willing to give us his grandfather and grandson just a place to share stories with the visitors. hopefully this stall becomes more crowded and growing.if our story will be less pleasing, hope the masters understand it. otherwise if it is felt to attract the heart of God if it gives us just..''

''It doesn't matter old man. Just start your story quickly.!'' sahut a visitor who just finished eating fried mujair fish with spicy sambal. everything also looks impatient. while continuing to eat drinks they are increasingly curious to hear interesting stories especially those that will be conveyed by old people in worn gray clothes.

''This time, the story that I will tell is somewhat different from before. This story I take from the life of a young martial artist who is rumored to have a very high silat science. but unfortunately he was killed. therefore I just give the title 'Sad Story of Pendekar Pincang.!''

''This young man is actually very kind, quiet and likes to help others in need, but because he is the heir to the knowledge of black magic figures, black school, and the world, he was always hostile to many parties who wanted to kill him.'' until here sound a stifled cry and a sigh of concern also from the visitors. somehow they became more curious.

The story flows so smoothly and rivetingly.with a way of delivery that attracts the storyteller as if able to bring the shop visitors to another world, until it seems to be able to see for yourself every event that occurs in the story, although the grandson several times interjected and asked this and that, but it added curiosity in the hearts of the stall visitors, but it added, because the boy's question is what they want to convey to the storyteller.as the word if the grandfather of cooking ingredients then the grandson is the spice.

While continuing to tell stories, the old grandfather the storyteller was either accidentally several times like glancing into the interior of the kitchen.when the sun began to rise a little, the, the old grandfather's story ended, some visitors sighed while shaking their heads because they were swept away by the end of the sad story.

Some people even snorted angrily for sympathizing and not accepting the death of the characters in the story, although this story ended miserably but when the little girl went around carrying a pot of land, he said, people do not hesitate to give small pieces of copper money and food to him.

Because after all the story this time is very interesting to them.in fact there are some visitors who ask that the old man will repeat the story at night. the storyteller simply smiled as he once again glanced at the inside of the stall kitchen which was blocked by the wooden board wall.

''Grandfather., today's results are very much. I think everyone likes to listen to your story earlier.'' said the boy while putting his pot filled with money and small meals. ''Haa., ha., good then.we will not starve and can buy good food in this stall.''welcome his grandfather laugh.

''Both of you do not need to buy it. today I give food for free just because it has made my war visitors entertained. even I'm sure tonight this shop will also be more crowded because there must be many people who want to hear your story again, old grandfather..'' cut Ki Buntel Tembem while giving two rice pots and side dishes also drink it.

The two grandfathers and grandchildren immediately devoured the dish after previously thanking the owner of the stall. just a few mouthfuls of rice with the side dishes of fish and fried tempeh entered their mouths, from the front of the food stall had already appeared five people. the one standing at the front was a white-robed half-life woman with two swords crossed on her back.The four people behind this woman were wearing the same robe and black headgear.

From his arrival without a voice, it was clear that the five people were not just humans, especially the white-robed woman who was from her face despite being beautiful but implied cruelty and coldness. once the distance of seven spears from the outer court of the stall can be passed. Now they stand in front of the storyteller. feeling the discomfort Ki Buntel Tembem and his two children wanted to reprimand the five migrants but the hunt was prevented by the old man.

''Ki Buntel Tembem., the guest this time is not a visitor who wants to eat at the stall but my old friend who wants to solve a problem with me. You and your two daughters should go inside first. also titip this grandson of mine. please do not come out whatever happens.!'' said the old grandfather firmly.feel the supernatural air that came out of his old body until unconsciously Ki Buntel Tembem so shudder.

Although feeling surprised but strangely the words of the old storyteller like it can not be denied.so also the granddaughter of the grandfather can only obey when invited into the stall. the old man in a worn gray shirt grabbed a large bamboo bar along the six jengkal that lay under the chair.

''This is not the place to solve the problem. I do not want this stall to fall apart.!'' snapped the old storyteller while his thin body genjot slid forward past the top of the heads of the five people. ''Ki Umbrella Gendingan aka the 'Street Story Builder'. today don't expect you to escape your death sentence.!'' snapped the white-robed woman along with four others they flashed following her opponent.

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