THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
MAHESA GENAR WRATHFUL

“This!” said the man with a cross-beam in a rough voice. ”Give her the same! I must accept the answer today as well, Kalingundil!! You heard!?”

The man named Kalingundil nodded. Taken the letter that was sent.

”If he has a lot of bacot....,” said the man with the cross mustache too, ”bikin just sort it out. Depart now, if need take Saksoko!”

Kalingundil stood up and left the room. And if Kalingundil had just vanished behind the door, it grinned Suranyawa, the man with the thick mustache.

”Betul-right women lak*at! Women ha*am fuck!” He rounded his fist and smashed a teak table before him.

”Brakk!!”

Broken table board. The four legs of the table collapse up to three inches into the tiled pan and the tiles themselves crack! Then he stood up. His body trembled with a fury that he could barely control anymore. And his mouth opened again. He was cursing himself.

”Female keblinger! Died one year to know marriage! Bunting and having kids! Kepa*at!”

Suranyawa stood up with a gasping breath in the face

the window then he stepped onto another table that was also in the room. From inside a jug of cold white water. But only two sips of water passed through his throat, the contents of the jug were exhausted.

”Kepa*at!” maki Suranyawa again. He slammed the jug into the ground until it broke apart. A middle-aged woman raises her head at the door over there but sees Suranyawa again in a hurry he quickly quietly disappeared again.

Finally, Suranyawa was tired of herself cursing and getting angry like that.

He slammed his body into a chair. And now he felt how tired his body was.

”Ludjeng!” shouted Suranyawa.

The middle-aged woman who just appeared at the entrance rushed over.

”Yes, Denmas Sura...”.

”You also kepa*at!” damprat Suranyawa to the woman.

His spit sprayed and Wilujeng did not dare to wipe the spit that soaked his face.

”How many times have I said, don't call me by that name! Are you crazy to forget all the time?!? You're crazy huh, huh?!!.” Wilujeng was silent with the body

shivering fear. Again he forgot. Again he called with Sura even though Suranyawa had often ordered that he call with the name Mahesa Jenar.

”Female monyong! I asked you to go crazy? Answer!”

”No, Denmas Su...., uh Mahesa Jenar...”.

”If you're not crazy you must be crazy! Get me some water, hurry up!”

Wilujeng swivel body. A short while later, he brought back a glass of water. The cold water cooled Suranyawa's heart a little. Then he sat quietly in that chair and if his eyes were squashed, then again imagined when a year passed.

At that time he had long known Surti. He knows that the girl does not like him, but by meeting Surti constantly on the edge of the wash, he

hoping for a long time will be able to also soften the heart of the girl. Indeed, Surti finally wanted to also talk to serve Suranyawa, but this was not because he liked Sura

except for sheer pity. But unfortunately Suranyawa misinterpretation. He guessed

that now Surti was lured to him.

One when Sura was summoned by a sakti in Lawu mountain. Before leaving, Sura went to Surti and said,

”Surti, I'll go to Lawu Mountain. Maybe a year

I just got back. I hope you wait patiently. If I come back I'll marry you...”.

”But Kangmas Sura..

Surti stopped his words as Suranyawa stepped before him and reached out to embrace him. Surti retreats.

”Do not, Kangmas. Later look people...”.

Then Suranyawa leaves without any more opportunity for Surti to explain that he does not like the man, that he rejected the proposal! And in Suranyawa's departure, Surti then married Ranamaya a young man who

loved him and loved him too. For Surti, his marriage to Ranamaya was not at all a betrayal of Suranyawa because he did not love Suranyawa

and never expressed his love.

Thus, when Suranyawa returned that day from his journey, the first news he heard, which so touched the blood of his anger, was that of Surti

he married Ranamaya. The two husbands even had a son. Their lives though simple but happy and now Ranamaya

already

the Head of Djatiwalu Village.

if he constantly wants Surti, Surti does not love him, especially now married and have children too. But the basis of Suranyawa is not a clear-minded man, fast-paced

and the blood rose blindly, so that day he also sent his men to Djatiwalu to bring a threatening letter to Ranamaya.

Suranyawa, who now goes by the name Mahesa Jenar, rose from her seat when she heard the roar of the legs of the horse in the courtyard. He stepped up to the window and noticed the departure of his two men. His fingers gripped the window sands.

”Surti must be able to..... must be able to!” he said in a heart that was raging with anger.

”If not.....,” Mahesa Jenar does not continue his words. Instead his left hand moved to hit the window wall. And that sanding wood broke apart!!

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The two stopped the horse in front of an old man who was pulling the lawn. Without getting off his horse, Kalingundil asked with a rude snarl,

”This is Ranamaya's house?!”

The old man stood up slowly from his squat. When standing, it turns out that his body is short and hunched. He lifted his head and put on a bamboo hat

who covered his forehead to see the person who had spoken to him. This old man did not immediately give an answer but glanced at Saksoko who was sitting on the horse back on the right side of Kalingundil.

”Parents be*o!” kalingundil maki. This slim man is indeed impatient.

”I asked this is Ranamaya's house?!”

”Ya!” answer Kalingundil.

”What are you doing Brother?”

The short fat Saksoko is now the one who opens the sound. His voice was raucous and not pleasant to hear.

”Tno need to ask our requirement. You senile parents step aside!”

Saksoko jerked the reins of her horse. Once the horse rushed forward then slammed the old man with the foot of the animal that Saksoko was riding!

The old man woke up slowly. His blurred eyes eaten by age seemed to highlight. With his left leg kicked at him indifferently his bamboo hat was lying on the ground.

The hat darted forward like his swift arrow and hit ********* horse ridden by Saksoko. The stallion neighed horribly. Both feet

his front soared up high and Saksoko slammed onto the ground!

The old man was secretly satisfied. With an attitude like nothing happened he twisted his squatting body back and started again plucking the grass in the courtyard!

The short fat male's eyeballs were incandescent. For some time everything became savory in its sights.

”Saksoko, what's wrong with you?!” kalingundil asked in surprise and wonder.

”I myself do not know,” said Saksoko while waking up by patting the butt of his pants. He looked around. There was no one but the old man

they are pulling the grass. Then the man's eyes caught a bamboo hat lying just a short distance from the ground. Hearts suspected. But when he saw the old man again

skinny and hunchback his suspicions became gone. No way, he thought.

There was no way that it was the senile grandfather who had thrown the bamboo hat into his horse.

Kalingundil also looked around with a wondering heart. He saw the old man. He saw that hat. Then he said,

”I think the old man's flat...”.

Kalingundil is sharper in his eyesight and his feelings. In silatpun science he is higher two levels above Saksoko.

”Which is possible,” said Saksoko anyway do not believe.

”Try us see.” Kalingundil got off his horse. He took the hat on the ground. He noticed this bamboo hat for a moment. His eyes glanced at the old man who was still

squat and pluck the grass near the yard fence.

Kalingundil moves his right hand. The hat slipped out of the hand and rushed towards the old man's head.

So indifferent, the squatting old man turned his back to move his right hand to scratch the back of his head. And it's a surprise

the two men were Mahesa Jenar or Suranyawa's men when they saw how the bamboo hat darted to the side and rolled on the ground!

Kalingundil and Saksoko looked at each other.

”What did I say, you see?” kalingundil hissing.

Seeing this reality then growled short fat Saksoko.