THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
MEET CALIGUNDILL
Once they disappeared in the distance then Rangga Geblek immediately release the tootokan on the neck of Nilamsuri. This girl looked around in amazement. He was like someone who had just woken up from a dream. But he clearly saw the scars of the battle around him.
”What happened?” ask the girl.
Rangga laughing. ”None,” answered.
”I can't believe it. I heard the sound of horse legs heading here..”.
”Ah, you're all there. I didn't hear anything...”.
Nilamsuri thought and remembered. The tide suddenly changed. His eyes looked fixedly at Rangga Geblek.
”Tadi....you jumped me and...,” this girl palpated a large vein at the base of her neck. ”Ya.... You took this big vein in my neck?”
Saying so, Nilamsuri immediately pulled out the sword! ”What have you done to me?” tanyanya.
Disciple Ratih Parwati cursing in heart, ”Damn! It has been helped even accusing the non-no!”
But in front of the girl the young man still smiled. ”I hope you don't have no thoughts towards me sister..”.
”Then what do you need to punch me?!”
Wiro scratched his head. He doesn't want Nilamsuri to know who he really is. That's why he answers lies. ”You remember how you were so desperate to fight against that?!”
”Ya, then?!”
”Listen sister, I only understand like science totokan. Because I knew you wouldn't be able to face them, I then took you to have a big vein and hide behind a bamboo grove. When they left I brought you back here and let go
tootokan on your neck.”
”I can't believe...!” Nilamsuri.
”I did not ask you to believe in it,” told Rangga Geblek.
”You are who exactly?!”
”Heh...,” Rangga Geblek long breath. ”Didn't I tell you the name? Even you yourself still keep a secret you have a name!”
Nilamsuri in his regret added disbelief. It flashed in his mind to try out the young man.
”Good,” said, ”if you don't want to give me a description, let my sword ask for it!”
After saying so, this girl immediately sent a great stab to Rangga Geblek's chest!
Rangga was surprised and the wagon skipped sideways.
”Saudari! What the fuck? Why did you attack me?!”
In response Nilamsuri sent out a chain attack. His sword roaring back and forth made Rangga could not be restless and was forced to jump quickly.
”Now you can't hide yourself anymore brother!” Nilamsuri. ”Accept the hawk stance snatching this pigeon!”
The sword in Nilamsuri's hand roared from the left side to Rangga's shoulder. When this young man twitched, the tip of the sword very suddenly pierced into the ribs like a hawk's pat!
Waving his left hand, a strong wind struck the sword, diverting the weapon from its target!
”Saudari!” exclaim Rangga Geblek, ”sayang I have other business. See you soon!”
After saying so this young man jumped in the face, took his chin and then flashed.
”Bolder young man!” maki Nilamsuri's. He drew his sword with all his might. But Rangga Geblek had already vanished from before him. Only his laughing voice
it still sounds in the distance. The girl stood up dumbstruck. Her beautiful parasites look reddish. That young man was truly grisly!
But now he already knew that the young man was not at all stupid and slanted-brained. Not blind at all
silat science!
He had attacked with clever swordsmanship and the young man managed to avoid even hitting the sword with a bare-handed punch
it's a hard wind!
Although his heart was furious with the youth's brilliance but his joy and admiration could not be hidden. A smile spread across his lips as he
rubbing his chin that was previously taken by Rangga.
*****
The shop is empty.
The night wind was blowing coldly from the valley. Rangga Geblek went inside arbitrarily and while whistling.
The old man of the shop owner greeted with an anxious pale face.
”Young people,” said, ”you should immediately leave this place!”
”Indeed why?” tanyakanya.
”In the meantime maybe the four cussed humans will come back here...”.
”Who fears them!” Rangga.
”But young people, you may not know who they are yet.”
”Perduli is very who they are,” said Rangga also while sitting in a chair.
And the owner of the shop said again, ”They are the dreaded robbers of the Cimandilu river! They are Four Berewok from Goa Nagreg!”
”Let them be the Four Demons from Hell, I still don't care!”
The shop owner was silent. That afternoon he had indeed witnessed how the young man stuffed their mouths with bananas.
So ask him, ”Young man, who are you and where are you coming from?”
Rangga rubbed his slippery chin. This reminded him of the chin Nilamsuri had taken and this young man was smiling to himself. The old man quietly began to doubt whether this young man was healthy-brained!
”Father has long stayed here?” ask Rangga.
”Since it's been scrap...”.
”Hem... Then of course know the name Ranamaya...”.
”Oh of course. He is a good Head of Village. Just darling...”
”Shy why....?”
The old man did not answer immediately. He looked out of the store as if he were going to penetrate the darkness of the night, as if he were remembering something.
”He is dead..” he said then added.
Rangga Geblek swallowed his saliva.
”Father knows who killed him...?”
This question made the parents look closely at the level of Rangga Geblek.
by Rangga Geblek from his teacher Eyang Ratih Parwati.
”There was one oddity in the events of seventeen years ago that,” said the store owner.
”Key weird how?” asked Rangga to know.
”That time Mahesa Jenar and his men burned down the house of the late Ranamaya. In an incomparably large blaze sounded the sound of a clamor cry!
It was Ranamaya's own orok!
Many people are very confused.
How can you save a baby in a fire? At that extremely tense moment everyone saw a black shadow flashing. Very fast shadow
the black swarmed into the flames and vanished. And the sound of Ranamaya's cry was gone too!
When the fire went out everyone was looking. But no bones found the orok...”.
Rangga Geblek. He knew very well, the orok that the old man was telling him was himself and his flashed black shadow was the gloomy shadow of his teacher Eyang Ratih Parwati!
”Until now it has never been known where Ranamaya's son was?” asked Rangga.
The old man shrugged his shoulders. ”If he was alive about as big as you are, young man,” he said.
”Mahesa Jenar herself... is it still hdiup?”.
”Still... until the last two years he still lives here. But now I don't know where. But whether or not he's here is the same. Four of his men were just as evil and cruel and the four poor crossed this village.
If you eat never pay!”
”What are they?” ask Rangga.
”Not.... no! Precisely this deliberately came from far away making calculations with Mahesa Jenar's men who are entrenched here! And the Four Berewoks from Goa Nagreg are not good people. They robbed no less cruel and cursed with Mahesa Jenar's men! But when they came, Mahesa Birawa's men weren't here. Coincidentally out... it has been four days with today...”.
Rangga extended his hand to take a banana hanging
”Eee.... do you have money to pay for that banana, young man?” ask the shop owner.
Rangga laughed, ”Hutang used to be okay...” said.
The old man complained in his heart. Means add one more ”subscription”nya eat without pay!
While chewing his banana Wiro Rangga Geblek asked, ”What kind of solution did the 4 brewers bring here?”
The old man looked out of the shop again. Then he said, ”You need to know.. The leader of the four brewok, who now uses the name Bergola Wungu, was once a resident of this Jatiwalu village! The sons of Mahesa Birawa who were entrenched here then killed his father, as well as his mother, ruining the honor of the woman and her sisters. Bergola Wungu had escaped. When he
back here it turns out he has become a no less evil person with Mahesa Jenar's men!”
Lama Rangga Geblek was silent. Suddenly he remembered one name that Nilamsuri had spoken.
”Known a man named Kalingundil?”
The shop owner's skin shriveled.
”It's funny if that question you're asking right now, young man?” said.
”Why....?”
”Because Kalingundil is a member of Mahesa Jenar who is entrenched here and who acts as the leader of three other friends!”
Of course Rangga Geblek was surprised to hear this statement. But his surprise was hidden. And he thought to himself, why did the girl in the cemetery this afternoon ask if her parents were killed by the man named Kalingundil?
Rangga put banana peel on the edge of the table. ”Siang earlier, Four Berewok from Goa Nagreg had gang-raped a beautiful young girl. Even the girl wanted them to rape. Maybe you know the root cause until it happens….? maybe also know the girl?”
”The girl is dressed in blue...?”
”Betul.”
The old man breath. ”Actually Bergola Wungu has asked me many times if there is someone else who lives in Kalingundil house. I said don't know. I don't want to be hard on young people. If I told you there was and Kalingundil knew it, my neck would be Kalingundil's sword bait and that girl is Kalingundil's own son!”
Now it is clear to Rangga Geblek why so great diligent Bergola Wungu to kill the blue dress girl.
”Kalingundil who made a crime, his son who must take responsibility as a result.” hiss the parents of the store owner.
Rangga mutukkan head. ”Sudden cases such as thousand-carat scrap metal sometimes do not recognize reasonable retaliation..”, he said. ”Sometimes it is a law of karma for someone who has done a cursed deed!”
”Your words beul, young man...”, said the old man anyway. Then he put his face close to the face of Rangga Geblek.
”When Bergola Wungu knew that you had lied to him, my face was covered...!”.
”It was your own fault,” said Rangga at will. ”Who told you old-fashioned still to lie!”
The old man so grunted and curled a short length in his heart.
And he curses again for the second time when he hears Rangga say, ”Begging for his tea, sir.”
While the old man made a glass of sweet tea for her, Rangga Geblek was deep in his own thoughts. It was unexpected that the girl in blue clothes was attractive
his concern was the son of Kalingundil.
Mahesa Jenar's men killed both of her parents.
When the parents came to bring tea asked Rangga Geblek, ”Bapak know the name of Kalingundil's daughter?”
”Nilamsuri. Good name, the guy is also beautiful, but dear father man damned!”
”When Mahesa Jenar committed the murder of Ranamaya, did Kalingundil also follow?” ask Rangga again.
”Not only Kalingundil, but all of his men,” scolded the old man.
Rangga was about to ask again but his mouth clenched back because outside there was a rumbling sound of horse legs. Four horsemen passed by in front of the shop quickly.
They are not the Four Berewok of Goa Nagreg.
And when Rangga Geblek turned to the old shop owner, this old man took a deep breath and said, ”Kalingundil
and his men... surely there will soon be a clash with Bergola Wungu...”.
”In your opinion....who will win between them?” ask Rangga.
The old man shrugged his shoulders. ”I don't expect anyone among them to win! If possible, let the Wrestling of God make them all. Kalingundil and
Bergola Wungu is no different for me! Equally evil! Equally do not pay if you eat anything here!”
Rangga Geblek laughed. Sipped sweet tea in the glass glass. Then he stood up.
”Although today I did not pay the price of bananas and sweet tea, but do not equate me with Bergola Wungu or Kalingundil.”.
After saying so Rangga immediately left the store.
The old man raised the glass from the young man's drink. But something caught the attention of his already somewhat blurred eyes. On the glass he saw there was a picture of a small dragon. He watched it closer. Not wrong, it was indeed a picture of a dragon circling a trident. I could not understand this old man how this image could be printed there. He was wearing the edge of his clothes. Next again…. But the picture still won't go away!
”Ah.... the older the age of this world the more oddities occur...” he said inwardly.