Swordsman Without Friends
Shadow of the past.

After the death of the White Beard Ki Wedhus, the Black Star Goddess and the sweet black girl named Retno Item, the grass pedataran on the edge of the forest was once again quiet. a limp-legged thin body looks out from behind the trees.although the susana is quite dark but people will be able to feel the presence of revenge and death emanated from the body of this disabled young man.

''I don't know if I should feel sorry for the two old men or even curse at their stupidity. the love and affection relationship between parents and their children is a very pure blood relationship..''

''This kind of affectionate relationship should not be covered up just because of fear of something, especially just because it feels threatened by a group of bastards called the Gapura Devil party., Gapura Devil., you old husband and wife coward, why don't you guys just die.!''

''If it is necessary to die for the defense of honor and family integrity, I think it is a worthy thing to do. because it is better to die honorably than to continue to live in hiding like a mouse..'' the lame man from Mount Bisma named Pranacitra.

''But, to live in hiding with such feelings I don't think it's easy either, it takes tremendous patience and determination to be able to do so. although every time can meet with children and wives, but can not call them his family.I guess., it is very painful. in the end this young man even sympathized with the life lived by Ki Wedhus White Beard and Goddess of the Black Star. In his heart Pranacitra prayed that after this the lives of the three of them became happier.

The night was getting late, Pranacitra looked up at the sky which was only decorated with a few stars and a half moon.His heart felt so lonely, a feeling of emptiness that he hated so much. I don't know why he remembered his own father.

A simple man who is quiet but loving and friendly to anyone. A father who always patiently takes care of his only son who is always weak and sick. by opening a small food stall at the end of the village road to make a living, they both lead simple yet quite happy lives.

Suddenly Pranacitra remembered something strange but also painful.although the incident had been very long but still clear in his memory the murder of the father that occurred in the food stall where he lived.

That night it rained quite heavily, Pranacitra coughed shivering over the bamboo hall in the back room of the house.The seedy cloth blanket that wrapped his frail body was unable to withstand the cold night air. his father rushed to close the food stall in the front of their house.

Three rude men had just come down from the back of his horse forcing their way in to buy food and drinks warmed body soaked by the rain. because he had to also care for himself who relapsed in pain, the service to the three people became slow to make them riled and raged.

The father patiently tried to apologize while explaining the condition of his son who was seriously ill, but all it added to the craziness of these three people. In a drunken state they pulled out the machete and threatened his father. the man who owned the stall patiently knelt down apologizing and forgiving, but suddenly he became violent when one of the rascals entered the room disturbed by the sound of his cough.

The incident is still clearly stored in his memory.The father who every day is always patient as if turned into another person who is ferocious and vile.just with his bare hands he smashed the head of the man. two of his friends also stormed but with just a few movements of snotting and reading, his father was able to make a forehead crumple while breaking the neck of his two opponents.

Not yet he understood what happened, the father suddenly groaned in pain while clutching his chest, then vomited blackish blood and sprawled on the ground floor of his bedroom.

The rain fell more and more, the thunder of thunder rang out with a deafening sea, the soul of a sick boy who was afflicted with grief and fear.

''A man may shed blood but not cry, as hard as life may not give up. For life and love are the best gifts for man..'' that was the message that the father always told him, but even if he did not want to cry about the departure of his father, but Pranacitra still small can not hold the tears that fell soaked his cheeks.

Now not only his cheeks were wet, but his entire body was also splashed by rain water that fell from the roof of his house that was swept by the wind. the corpse that was soaked by the rain mixed with blood made the atmosphere even more sinister for him, perhaps that was why he started to hate the rain.

Then the father vomited blackish blood before he finally exhaled his last breath.whether the father had been injured in and hiding from the pursuit of his enemy., whether., but if it is true who the man who hurt his father is also why he did such cruel acts.

''Is the father really a swordsman who was injured in a fight against a herd of criminals.or vice versa., the father is actually a criminal who is hiding because he became a fugitive kingdom.?'' pranacitra's mind grew heavier with the presence of the shadow of the past.

''It's good how mom, dad was always sad when I asked about my mom. He only said that he died giving birth to me., dad also promised to take me to visit the grave of my mother who said it was very far away, but where it is I also do not know..''

''Whether, the death of the mother has something to do with the deep wounds experienced by the father. Hhmh., Pranacitra., the time of your life is only a short stay, why also think of the bitter events that have passed long ago.?'' he muttered himself and then stepped back under the stone overdraft. It was almost midnight, this young man needed a rest because tomorrow morning he would continue the journey to the forbidden place.

The sound of the rooster's crowing is heard in the ocean welcoming the morning. the unseen sun and the still dark sky did not hinder the movement of the four stocky body figures clad in black-clothed bamboo that each carried a steel hoe on his shoulder. the cold morning air seemed to be not felt by their hairy burly bodies that were bare-chested.

From the movement of these four people who are very light and steady twinkling between trees and rocks in the forest, it indicates they are not humans.

Somewhere in the form of grassy pedataran they stopped. two of them lifted the bamboo caping and looked around. ''It seems that in this place there was once a fierce fight.'' muttered the person of the highest stature.

''You are right, from the state of grassy soil and shrubs that are scattered, leaves and branches of broken trees indicate the knowledge of these fighters is quite high.!'' said the other person whose stomach there is a sharp gun incision scar. two other people also lifted his caping and began to participate in checking the situation around him.

Four bare-chested burly men dressed in black, clad in bamboo and armed with steel hoes like a herd of farmers who were about to work in the fields.

If there are people who think like that it is not wrong, because they are farmers who live on the slopes of a small hill, but they are not farmers carelessly, he said, but farmers who have a stock of silat and high magic. in the forest of the four people are known by the nickname 'Four Farmers Hoe Death.!'

At that time in the martial world there were many silat associations with their respective schools and purposes.There were groups of thieves, robbers to hired killers.as well as beggars, traveling buskers, traders, and mercenaries, fishermen, healers to farmers also have their own associations.one of them is a 'Green Earth' farmer association founded by an old farmer who is very powerful mandraguna. 'Four Hoe Farmers' is one of the top tier members of the 'Green Earth' association.

When it comes to 'Four Peasants Hoe Death', people are a bit difficult to determine whether they belong to the group of white fighters or even black groups. because they often defend the weak and oppressed, especially from poor farmers, but several times they have also clashed with white silat leaders.

If in the likeness 'Four Hoe Farmers' from the association of farmers 'Green Earth' may be the same as the group of thieves 'Maling Lightning' who never sided with any group, he said, stand alone in the midst of a feud between the two black and white groups.stealing from the rich who are miserly and big enough to be distributed to the poor who are in need.

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Sorry., just can upload. actually still busy working business, but because it has been a week's appointment, I try to make it. sorry if the story is a bit messy., Thank you🙏 Wasalam.