THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
FINALLY DOWN THE MOUNTAIN

The rice shop is quite big. But at that time the visitors were only a few people. Rangga Geblek gulped his saliva. He didn't have much money but his stomach was sore and hungry, his throat was dry of thirst.

He finally entered the shop. Sitting in one corner. Chairs and tables are sticky by dust. But this young man with long hair continued to sit at will without ignoring the dust.

An old man approached him. He is the shop owner.

”Eat son....?” reproofing.

Rangga. ”But don't be expensive, I don't have much money!” rangga said frankly.

The owner of the shop frowned. As long as he opened the shop in Jatiwalu it was only today that a guest came to his shop and said so. His eyes examined Rangga Geblek from his shaggy hair to his dusty legs.

”You are certainly a newcomer...”, he said.

”Betul,” Rangga scratching his hair. ”Please hurry the rice, sir, my stomach is hungry right..!”.

The shop person immediately picked up a plate of rice and a glass of water and placed it on the table in front of Rangga. The saliva point of this young man. For seventeen years at the top of Mount Ciremai he only knew red rice and vegetables. Now facing white rice and delicious fish and gulai then eat Rangga. Sweat splashed on the skin of his face. Then water is drawn. When he rubbed his belly, four men entered. All dressed in black, wearing a machete on the waist. Their looks are really unsightly. They come in and sit down. The fourth is to keep berewok.

The owner of the tavern saw the presence of these four people quickly coming to serve. Presumably these four humans must be important people as well. Soon enough, a delicious meal was served on the table. Pure tuak was placed in a bamboo roof following four glasses which are also from bamboo.

The four people ate with their feet up. The sound of their mouths was heard all the way to where Rangga Geblek was sitting. But of course this young man doesn't care. Even though they are plagiarized until as hard as a geledek he will not take a headache!

Rangga waved a hand calling the shop owner.

”How much should I pay?” ask Rangga.

The shop person mentioned the amount of money that Rangga must pay.

”Waduh... expensive once!” lamented Rangga. ”So I told you not to be expensive..”.

”It's also been very cheap, son,” said the shop person.

Rangga Geblek scratched his head. ”Lapse of my money to pay for that food.”

He took the money out and gave it to the people in the store. At that moment there was also the laughter of the four people sitting at the table across from it. One of them, short-bodied and bald-headed, said,

”If you don't make money, don't go in the store, man!”

Who else is welcome, ”From timidly out of money, you should just find food in the trash!”

The four men laughed.

The people looked at them. So ridiculed this young man was calm, even smiling and scratching his head.

The man with the long mustache dived down asking, ”You want money to buy food?”

”You only if given,” replied Rangga honestly. He scratched his head again.

”Crawl in front of me, bark three times and this master of yours will surely give you money”

enough to buy a banana.

”I bought your banana, sir,” said Rangga.

He lowered a comb while stepping to the door in his pot as well as four bananas. He stepped also to the door while behind him still heard the laughter of the four people earlier.

Suddenly it was almost invisible so fast, and without turning away at all Rangga moved his right hand. Four bananas slid through his shoulder. Behind him the laughing voice of the four people suddenly stopped, changing with choking sounds.

The four bananas had been thrown into the mouths of the four black-clothed humans. Let alone to laugh, even breathing they have gasped.

And out there Rangga Geblek While smiling stepped along the way. He took a banana and started eating it. He stepped on and was indifferent when a moment later he heard the footsteps of four people in the tavern chasing him.

”Bikin just mampus same friends!” shouted one of the pursuers.

”Bare brash with us guys! Talk to *****!,” the word of the highest body.

Rangga Geblek continues to also take a nice step. Only once his right hand was waved back to throw the banana peels he ate. But the wave of the hand was not a wave of ordinary hands that just threw a mere banana peel!

From the right hand of the young man, the wind was like a steel wall that dammed the four pursuers! However they accelerate their run but still they can not catch up to Rangga Geblek when it looks like the young man is only a range of hands again!

The four men were screaming, cursing and growling, flailing their hands to the face as they felt they could almost catch the back of Rangga Geblek's shirt.

But their movements were like four monkeys that became crazy to dig here and there!

And the person being chased keeps also walking the barges even while eating the ambon banana.

Why until this happens, other than because Rangga has issued a science of magic named: the wall of wind blows overlapping down.

”Crazy right!” shouted the tall tall man who ran the front.

His name is Bergola Wungu. He is the leader of the other three and he is the one with the highest knowledge.

Very furious, while running pulled a dagger from his waist and thrown it towards the back of Rangga Geblek. But strangely the blade shot back, turning to attack Bergola Wungu.

If only he had not quickly thrown himself aside, his neck would have been eaten by the tip of a knife.

Finally, with cold sweat, Bergola Wungu and his men stopped the chase. It was only today that Bergola Wungu and his men faced such an event. Events that hold the heart but also strange can not they

understand.

As the leader of the three people, as the highest man of silat and magic, of course Bergola Wungu shame not playing!

To wash his face he said grinning:

”If that bastard is not a demon man must be a human face demon!”