The Angkara Murka
The Nineteen Verse Warrior Book
"The village doesn't just have a negative impression, sir. The proof is used as one of the tourist points because it is a historical place, moreover there are also two prominent silat padepokan in this province," Satria Piningit continued to the driver, trying to make him calm.
"Eh, yes bang," replied the short driver.
Satria Piningit stopped discussing Kampung Pendekar because he believed that his efforts would not pay off to make the driver calm. In fact, he was worried that his words would produce the opposite.
The car is traveling at a speed that is above normal on a road that is not too crowded and not too tonight. Satria Piningit understands. He breathed and sat in silence. Pendekar Village passed already. Soon he will meet his wife and twins.
On the other hand, inside the village, in one corner of the long bluff, six young people were gathering. Two men really practice silat. They were practicing the silat techniques they learned this morning at the leading silat colleges not only in the village, but throughout the province. The rest are busy discussing the results of their drug sales today, what problems and challenges they face in the job, or how many people they have threatened or terrorized.
The lights hanging on the pole emitted their rays that bounced off the surging river water currents. The murky water slid through the pillars of the bluff-bearing wood that plunged deep into the muddy ground at the bottom of the river, along with two strange figures swimming like eels.
Two female-like, long-haired creatures whose manes float on the surface of the water. Over their bodies without cover, slippery like fish but not scaly.
Their bodies continued to wiggle, swerving in the water. Their long hair appears drowned, sometimes twisting grasses and aquatic plants, then loose and swayed back into the water.
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Bandi smiles. He stood in front of the giant gate of the entrance to Kampung Pendekar. His body is strapping in dark pants and jeans. Boots wrapped around a pair of his feet.
He felt like a new man full of courage, passion and hope.
He read the inscription on the archway which read, 'Kampung Pendekar, Kampung Historian, Where the Brave Ever and Will Always Live.'
"Curtain!" He spit on the ground. "Deliber ... What swordsman?! It's been years where this son of a bitch has been untouched by no one, no criminals no apparatus. Well I give these arrogant citizens a lesson that is too meaningful in their lives," Bandi said to himself.
He walked with definite steps. His pair of eyes looked far into the rows of small hills rising in the darkness, behind houses and buildings illuminated by the lights of the people. On one of the hills there is the tomb of the ten warriors who founded this village. That's where he's going.
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Her maiden name is Noeryati. However, after being almost fifty years old, and having his first child named Yudi, everyone especially his neighbors called him by the name of his son, Mak Yudi.
One thing Mak Yudi thought when he saw his twenty-year-old son coming home through the kitchen door at night with a bloody head was 'return!'
As residents of Kampung Pendekar, the same reaction will occur to every mother in the village. Their husbands and sons are self-esteem and family pride. Finding trouble outside is awesome. But if they come home injured, then as a mother, Mak Yudi will feel angry and try to help and defend the child like a hen.
"Judi, which kid made you like this? How dare to find trouble. You just attack back. Call your silat friends. Reply! Later Mak asked your father to call Om Nurdin or his sister at the end of the village there," said Mak Yudi with explosive emotions.
It could be said, in fact, seven out of ten mothers in Kampung Pendekar rather wish their child or husband had gotten into trouble with people from other areas, so that they could show fangs and possibly gain more profit. For example from threatening, or demanding compensation. After that, they can tell each other stories to neighbors and boast about the 'achievement' of men in their proud families.
Yudi smiled instead. His white teeth were mixed with blood from his forehead.
The first one that flashed in Mak Yudi's mind over this behavior of his son was disgust. He wanted to scold his son, though,. Suddenly, he felt a fear ambush.
"What's wrong, Yud? Don't tell Mak you're makai ya. If you dare to touch that thing, Mak will ask your father who beat you all out later," said the mother.
Yudi grabbed both of her mother's shoulders, looked into her eyes as she continued to smile horribly, "She's come, Mak! It's time we come with him" Yudi said.
The mother was stiff and horrified. Yudi let go of his grip on his mother's shoulder and then walked into the kitchen. He took out a small knife whose blade was black and thin, not well-shaped anymore because it was eroded after many years of being continuously sharpened.
Yudi turned to face his mother, "To get, we have to give, Mak."
Yudi slit his throat with the knife. Honey, the incision didn't make him die right away. Since the knife was small and not too sharp anymore, Yudi had to do it many times until the blood splashed.
Mak Yudi screamed loudly until the air seemed to be drained out of his lungs. He fell unconscious when Yudi finally fell to the floor with a large cavity in his neck. Blood bubbled out of that cavity.
Yudi died with a smiling face and bulging eyes.
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Yudi was practicing silat with Mardani. Both are friends. In fact, the four of their friends who were also gathered here were both disciples in the same silat temple.
"You don't have to play fair when you're fighting, Jud. On the field, a little cheating is not a problem. So you could have hit the stuff down there, or the eye plugs," Mardani said as she practiced her movements.
Yudi smiled. Although he agreed with the opinion of his friends, but he still appreciated the styles of using the silat he learned.
"Or, you can wear this, Jud," interrupted one of his four other friends as he brandished a knife. This was followed by the other three people raising three knives of their own.
Yudi shook his head and laughed, "I'd rather use my bare hands, it's more satisfied to beat people up" continued Yudi.
His friends immediately stirred up, "You're so arrogant young man. Here I teach," answered his colleagues jokingly. They pretended to gang up on Yudi and gave him playful blows.
"God ... Guys, you see that?" Mardani suddenly stops the jokes of her friends.
"You guys look above? Like someone is flying" said Mardani seriously.
"You got beat up too, Mar?!" the other response. It is clear that Mardani's speech is considered to be another kind of joke. "You mean you saw a ghost, right? Kuyang, the flying head?" others laughed, including Yudi, before seeing two objects hovering two meters above Mardani's head.