THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
JATIMALEH HILL

“I Mahesa Jenar ordered to stop this battle!”

The almost gurgling voice immediately stopped the battle. The braggling soldiers jumped out from the battle. The foreign youth was still standing in place with a spear in hand. Mahesa Birawa's screams made her turn her head towards the sound. And his pair of eyes immediately struck a well-built man with a thick mustache across, well-dressed. On his waist tucked in a keris.

In his heart the young man muttered: “Hem... So here comes his human named Mahesa Jenar..”. As she muttered as soon as the man stepped up to her. 

“Alien,” says Mahesa Jenar in a cool and loud tone. “Although you have a little reliable science, but here is not the place to show it off.” 

The young man let out a whistling sound. “More than I am dealing with Mahesa Jenar at this time..?” tanyakanya. 

“Who are you?!,” snapped at Mahesa Jenar. 

“My name is written on your man's forehead.” The young swordsman Trident of Death points to the corpse of Suto Rande.

“Hem... great then.” Mahesa Jenar twists her mustache. “You killed Kalasrenggi, didn't you?”

“No! I just hang him and God then takes his spirit..”. Hadis said so the warrior Trident Death Rangga Geblek laughed cacklingly.

“You know Mahesa, a human like Kalasrenggi is not worth living long in the world! There are still times for a place to dispose of the body. And you know. on this earth there are still many humans like Kalasrenggi even more cursed than Kalasrenggi who must be eliminated.” 

“Here is not a place of speech, despicable slave.” snapped Mahesa Jenar.

“Oh, so…? Then let's talk about Mahesa Jenar's four eyes. I've been looking for you for a long time.”

Mahesa Jenar grinned. Then it appeared how his face became darkened. “If I speak with you then let me explain to you that your coming here is only to take your life.” 

After saying so Mahesa Jenar threw her right hand in front. A wind blow that is not as if the heat is pounding towards the swordsman Trident of Death. The Trident of Death sprang three spears upwards. A breeze of punch passed beneath him and struck a wooden tree.

“Buum!” “Kraak!” 

The tree was not only uprooted by the wind blow but was also black in color because it was charred. Both men were surprised. Swordsman Trident of Death was surprised to see the greatness of the blow and energy in the opponent, while Mahesa Jenar was surprised to not expect that the blow could be avoided with a simple leap into the air.

Alertly Rangga Gebelek set both feet back to the ground.

“Mahesa Jenar,” said, “Soal battle about easy. Easy to start, easy to end. But I said, I want to talk to you. Four ma...”

“Hina boy! Who would talk to you.” cut Mahesa Jenar snapping.

Once again, his right hand was slapped to the face. If he had only used a third of his inner energy then now flowed into his punch it was half of his inner power. But for the second time also Mahesa Jenar was made anxious because the Swordsman Trident of Death managed to also avoid the powerful attack.

“Mahesa Jenar, did the older you not give me a chance to speak to four eyes?!” ask Rangga Geblek.

His patience began to erode from his heart. If only he did not remember the message of his teacher Eyang Ratih Parwati, it must have been the same time Mahesa Jenar's attacks were avenged. 

To not lose too much face because two of his blows were avoided the opponent then said Mahesa Jenar: “Freely you talk, anyway later your life will I make mourning also from you have a body.”

The Trident of Death laughed. “Listen Mahesa Jenar..” says this swordsman. 

Jaws bulging. His temples twitched signs he suppressed his anger and tried to maintain his patience.

“I brought a message from Eyang Ratih Parwati.”.

So it surprised Mahesa Jenar to hear that name.

“Who are you then?!” tanyakanya.

“Who am I still not important. I'm waiting for you tonight on Jatimaleh Hill. Alone, Mahesa Jenar. Come alone.”

“You can talk here!” 

The Trident of Death shook his head. “On the hill Jatimaleh.” his hisses.

“I said here!,” snapped Mahesa Jenar.

“Are you coming to that hill these dark nights? Or maybe you are afraid of the cold? Or maybe fear the human spirits that have been shadowing you all this time?!” 

Mahesa Jenar rattles molars. He gave a signal. Together with dozens of soldiers who were there then attacked him. The Trident Death Swordsman leapt up to seven spears tall. He clung to the end of a tree branch, making one round at which point Mahesa Jenar threw a kind of secret weapon.

Mahesa Jenar exclaimed stifledly when she saw her secret weapon flipping back at herself. He called his left hand. The secret weapon clashed, hitting the surrounding soldiers. Four men groaned and fell to the ground. The shadow of Rangga Geblek vanished but still heard the sound of his cry against the ear child.

“Jatimaleh Hill, Mahesa! Tonight. Remember, alone.... !” 

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Jatimaleh Hill is located not far from the rebel encampment. When Mahesa Jenar was about to leave the camp, some of the soldiers said they wanted to participate, but Mahesh said: 

“Let me alone take care of this. You're all here, prepare to be in vain. Strengthen guard and multiply patrol soldiers.”

The night weather over Jatimaleh hill was pitch dark. In the sky there are no moon, no stars. The cold, flesh-piercing air gushed the bones all the way to the marrow. It was in this darkness that two bodies stood face to face.

One snapped loudly: “Quickly explain who you are a despicable slave.”

“Ah... don't talk to Mahesa Jenar constantly. Not necessarily I am more despicable than you.” replied Swordsman Trident of Death.

“The message of Eyang Ratih Parwati is that you immediately return to the top of Mount Ciremai in the fastest time.”

“Back to the top of Mount Ciremai?!”

“Yeah... To receive punishment for your evil deeds since you descended the mountain seventeen years ago.”

“Do not talk ngaco belo. What is your relationship with Eyang Ratih Parwati?!” 

The Trident of Death laughed flatly. “I'm just a bad errand boy, Mahesa.” he replied. 

“Lust!,” snapped Mahesa Jenar rattled. “If you don't want to talk that actually don't regret if your head I twist to break.”

Rangga Geblek whistling. “I don't know any business head twisting. I just relayed the order of Eyang Ratih Parwati to have you face him at the top of Mount Ciremai. You heard Mahesa.... He... he... he...”.

The fingers of Mahesa Jenar clenched to form a fist.

“I want to know right now. Are you willing to fulfill that order or not?”

“I asked first. What is your relationship with Eyang Ratih Parwati? Don't let my patience run out.”

“I think I'm the one who must run out of patience to see your current look.” said Rangga Geblek.

“Just tell me frankly that you don't want to face Eyang Ratih Parwati. It was better and clearer!!” 

Mahesa Jenar puffed her chest. He said: “If the old man needs to meet me, tell him to come here.”

A clear growling sound rang out in the throat of the Death Trident Swordsman. His face was dark. The ground he stepped on up to three inches.

“You speak too big Mahesa Jenar. Too proud.Your own sins are more than measure. Today you despise your own teacher. Teachers who have nurtured you for years, taught you all the knowledge of intelligence. The teacher you have tarnished his good name. What are you counting on, Mahesa Jenar?! “

“Crazy boy!!! Forced to tear your mouth this second too!” mahesa Jenar.

As fast as lightning, not to mention speechless then the five fingers of his right hand moved gripping to the face.

The Trident of Death laughed. Laugh and whistle. A loud bang rippled from his mouth and he jumped to the side while he slammed his left hand. Mahesa Jenar was shocked when she felt one rushing wind pushing against her body. Quickly he used his right hand to pump the wind but did not blur his body into a shunt as well. So now cold sweat splashed on the man's forehead.

“Urusan hardness easy affair, Mahesa.” says Rangga Geblek. “But my talk is not over yet. Seventeen years ago you were once poor across Jatiwalu, Remember?”

“Small young. Where...”.

“Ah. Good one. Do you also remember that in those seventeen years you killed Ranamaya, the Head of Jatiwalu Village? Do you also remember that at that time you also damaged the honor of a woman named Surti, the wife of Ranamaya, then because of shame the woman committed suicide? Do you also remember and can count how many souls you snatched, you killed?!”

Mahesa Jenar's mouth was tightly clenched.

And the Trident of Death opened his mouth again: “If I do not remember the message of Eyang Ratih Parwati, the second I saw your look I was determined to make a fuss on your head. Now that you know that you do not want to be ordered to face the top of Mount Ciremai, then there is no longer an obstacle for me to avenge the thousand-carat people, he said, to avenge the heartache that has been rooted for seventeen years. Know Mahesa Jenar, I am the son of Ranamaya. And I am also a disciple of Eyang Ratih Parwati, your own younger brother, but who will separate your rotten spirit from your depraved body.”

After saying this, laugh at the Trident of Death. His laughing voice was loud and long, upholding the fur of Rome. Mahesa Jenar's heart trembled to hear the laughing voice that straightened the feathers on her. It was a time of seventeen years. So quickly time passed and knew now he was faced with a bitter reality. Faced with the son of a husband and wife who had been his victim. Like I can't believe he's going to this reality.

“Young people,” says Mahesa Jenar anyway. His voice was carried with a flow of energy in order not to notice the vibration of his heart. “I hope you quickly wake up from your dream and know who to face.”

The Trident of Death laughed again like that. Even more scary. And he heard the voice of Mahesa Jenar, his great enemy said:

“Don't you, even Eyang Ratih Parwati won't be able to intervene against me. If you continue your crazy intentions, know that your arrival so far from the top of Mount Ciremai is only to find your own mampus.”

“We will see Mahesa Jenar. We'll see. The blood of those of us who will be sucked by the ground. You have determined the death of my father's mother by day. Witnessed by the sky and the sun. Therefore tomorrow, when the sun reaches the top of the crown, I wait for you on this hill. Let the sky and the sun that once witnessed the death of my father's mother, tomorrow also witness your death, witness the revenge of a thousand carats.”

Mahesa Jenar let out a snorting sound. “I'm not a human being who can wait, what else against a keroco like you. But listen young man, instead of you dying useless, I have a good suggestion for you. Come with me to destroy Pajajaran, surely I will appoint you later to become a high-ranking official.”

Rangga Geblek whistling. “I don't need Mahesa Jenar's proposal, nor do I need anything. Right now I just need your rotten spirit. Tomorrow at noon in this place Mahesa. Your blood or my blood, your life or my life.”

So Mahesa Jenar could no longer hold her heart.

“No need to wait until tomorrow. Now I am willing to serve. Accept the blow of this thousand storms.”

Mahesa Jenar lunged forward. His right hand struck and a wave of extremely violent wind roared in the direction of the Deathly Trident warrior. The one that was attacked without waiting for longer flashed and jumped as high as seven spears. Both of his legs were trembling and linu, when the wind blows the opponent in such a high distance was still able to sweep both his legs.

With half of its internal energy, Rangga Geblek slammed his right hand down to launch a Storm Shield blow to the Ocean.

Mahesa Jenar cried out stifledly to see the wind coming like a storm towards her. Quickly he jumped to the side. His body was almost slammed into the wind of the opponent's blow. With his inner strength he was still able to stand in place after dodging earlier. However, both of his legs slid up to five inches into the ground.

In shock at the opponent's prowess, Mahesa Jenar heard the laughing voice of the Deathly Trident.

“Kutunggu tomorrow noon Mahesa Jenar. Here, on this hilltop. One thing I need to say. Tomorrow I face you not as a human named Mahesa Jenar, but as Suranyawa.”

Rangga Geblek flashed.

“Hina slave. Don't run!!” shouted Mahesa Jenar aka Suranyawa.

But the Trident of Death had already vanished from its sight swallowed by the darkness of night.

Seriate.