THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
EXPOSE A CONSPIRACY

The courtyard of the bojongnipah lurah house is full of residents. The atmosphere of the night was brightly lit by dozens of torches. Presumably the inhabitants of Bojongnipah could not resist his patience anymore, to chop with all the weapons they brought the two humans who were then tied to the ledge of the house. They were none other than the Luwing Tread men who had been torn down by the Trident of Death. 

Both have been rumored. In addition to being tied to the pole, both are also under the influence of Rangga Geblek totokan. Kratomlinggo stands next to Ki Lurah Kundrawana. A few spears from them stood quietly Rangga Geblek. Kratomlinggo just explained what he knew about the two men to Ki Lurah as well as what had happened on the river bank near the bridge. Ki Lurah Kundrawana's eyeballs returned to look at Rangga Geblek and the two men of Tapak Luwing. 

At that time this Lurah Bojongnipah could no longer hold his heart and control his anger. For a moment he forgot that his son was still in the captivity of Tapak Luwing and Tapak Luwing himself at that time did not manage to be arrested. 

“My brothers and sisters in Bojongnipah”, Kundrawana said as he took several steps forward in the face of the jostling population. 

“Now I think it's time to explain to you what exactly the background to the crazy tax. I have broken my heart and a thousand bitternesses have been forced to accept all the words and stamps you have thrown at me. You branded me as a blackmailer, I accepted. You label me as a leech, as a bully, as this, as that, everything I accept. But today, tonight you also receive a word from me, a fact that led to the heavy tax collection. I used to say that the tax was levied on the King's orders. For the construction and maintenance of the Royal army. Now I admit it's all just excuses, just a big lie that I've made up to save my family and also save you all from the violence and evil that you don't know”. 

The inhabitants of Bojongnipah looked at each other in awe-inspiring manner. Ki Lurah Kundrawana swept their faces for a moment and continued speaking. 

“So you've heard all Kratomlinggo's remarks. It's a good reality that has washed me by itself. But let me give you a more complete explanation. The two men who were bound were the men of the Black Three Plots of Kali Comel, the depraved plots headed by the Luwing Tread who managed to escape were helped by an unknown person. So these three were not at all Duchy soldiers as they had intentionally disguised themselves this morning. Three weeks later, one night they came to my house and forced me to withdraw taxes ten times bigger than I had been. So that means I have to withdraw taxes eleven times against you. The ten parts I had to leave to them while the one part as usual was handed over to Linggajati, where Duke Linggajati then passed on to Kotaraja. I'm trying to fight. But next to the three of them, I couldn't do anything because my only son they brought. My son they'll kill if I don't collect that tax from the people here. You can feel and know for yourself now. There is no other way for me to argue, except if I want my only son to meet his death”. 

The seepi night atmosphere in the cemetery is now. Residents alike gaping and longing. Of course, this was not expected by them at all. And along with that, the anger of the people is bubbling. 

When someone among them exclaimed: “Cut these two bastards”, then invade the inhabitants of Bojongnipah with their respective weapons. 

But at that moment the Trident of Death came forward and cried out loud. Intentionally his call was accompanied by a deep energy to influence the angry population. 

“Brothers, don't be careless. These kunyuk-kunyuk will get their share as well. But you must remember the fate of your son Lurah. Therefore let me talk for a while with one of them”. 

If only the population did not get information from Kratomlinggo who is the young man with long hair, surely the population would not care about the speech of Rangga Geblek, he said, after all the energy in the young man had already quietly permeated them. 

Rangga approached the Luwing Tread men who were tied to the right balustrade pole. “Whose name are you, pal?”, he asked. 

The man was silent. Only his two eyeballs spun out a gaze of great hate and vengeance. 

“Eeeh apparently my hand made you deaf, huh”. 

“Keparat! Don't say much. Later the day of vengeance from my leader Father Luwing will arrive. All of you here will be sent to hell”. 

Rangga Geblek smirked. “Maybe you and your friend who will first be chopped up by the population until lumat”, said Rangga Geblek also. “Not to be proud of your leader. He's already run off with a friend of his”. 

This information surprised the two men of Tapak Luwing. Indeed, since they were sober, they did not see their leader and did not know where. 

And Rangga said again: “I have a suspicion that you have something to do with the Duke in Linggajati. Just say frankly”.

 The men of the Luwing Tread were silent. 

“Say!,” snapped Rangga. 

Instead the man spit on the floor. 

“Beset only his mouth”, shouted Kratomlinggo who was impatient. 

“You don't want to give me a description?” ask the swordsman Trident of Death. 

The Luwing Tread's men spit once more onto the ledge floor. Rangga laughing. It was expected to be a torch held by a resident. 

“Earning the heat of fire?”, ask this warrior with a laugh. “This kind of looks like you will be cooler when bundled like a lika”. 

Rangga Geblek then pushed the torch fire into the face of the man. Papak Luwing's men could not move their heads because they were stuck. The pain is heard non-stop. The night air now smelled charred eyelashes, eyebrows and some of the man's hair. His skin looks red on fire. 

“You once again?”, asked Rangga with a laugh. 

“I swear that freelancing will kill you and your seven descendants”, said Tapak Luwing's men full of curiosity. 

“Do not ngaco. You're not gonna get out of here. Even if it's possible it's just your spirit. And I don't have a descent”. The young warrior laughed. 

Want to not want the crowd who witnessed it so follow amused. 

“Come, tell me what your relationship with Duke Linggajati”, snapped Rangga while bringing the torch fire closer to the man's face. 

“No relation”, replied Tapak Luwing's men. 

“Ah... is this one lie or lie?”. 

“What should you do this morning disguising the three of you as Duchy soldiers..?”. 

“It's none of your business”. 

“Oh so? It's none of my business. But the torch fire business is”. 

And once again the flame of the torch licked the man's face. She screams. He waited for a few seconds in the face. 

“You want to tell me what not?” tanyakanya. 

“I will explain”, said also the man in the end. 

Rangga smiled. The torch returned. “Nah speak. Let it be hard so that everyone hears”. 

So the men of the Luwing Tread also gave a saying: 

“Duke Seta Boga of Linggajati sent us a messenger. He has made plans to blackmail here. We offered him a job to withdraw that tax with the result agreement split in half. Our leader received it and.. and..”. 

“Already. It was quite bright”, said Rangga Geblek anyway. 

Ki Lurah Kundrawana came forward. “So this is all embellished by Duke Seta Boga?”. 

“Ya..”. 

“We must arrest the Duke of it”, shouted the population. 

“Just hang with these two kunyuk-kunyuk”, shouted the other. 

The Trident of Death raised his left hand. “On the Duke leave it to me,” he said. “What matters now is saving the boy Ki Lurah”. 

The blood of Ki Lurah Kundrawana if he remembers his son. The hair of the men of Tapak Luwing. 

“My son where are you guys sinking?” tanyakanya. 

The man laughed badly. Very bad, let alone seeing his charred and red face flaking. 

“Don't expect your son to be safe Kundrawana”. 

Kundrawana jerked the man's head. “Where?”. 

“Maybe it's finished in the hands of my leader”. 

Kundrawana took the torch from Rangga Geblek's hand. Tapak Luwing's men screamed loudly as the torch was shoved into his right eye, The eye broke and blood melted in the skin of his scorched face. 

“Both of your eyes will be kubikin blind fucker. Unless, if you immediately explain where my son you're sekap”. 

The man actually realized that if he had been caught in such a way that he would no longer be able to survive. It was useless for him to give evidence. But in the human being who is like a member of the Luwing Palm at that time, however, there is always a little hope to be able to save himself so that the threat of his eyes will be blinded both of them inevitably terrible as well. He then gave an explanation : 

“The child was held captive in one old temple in Kulon” Trench. 

Relieved a little Kundrawana heart. 

“But,” said, “when I come there my son is not there or I meet him dead don't expect you to see this world until tomorrow after”. 

Now the Trident of Death who opened his voice : 

“Whatever brothers you did to these two kunyuk, it's none of my business anymore. But as far as possible do not say anything before the child Ki Lurah met in a safe state. About Duke Seta Boga in Linggajati, leave it to me. Tomorrow you can take the figure of his body in the Duchy of Linggajati. I can't be sure if I'm still breathing or not. It depends on his own attitude. If he is still alive, it's good you guys just dribble to Kotaraja. Well, goodbye”. 

“Brothers wait first”, cried Kratomlinggo and Kundrawana almost together. 

But the Heavenly Dragon Death Trident Swordsman had already flashed through the ledge, passing through the heads of the inhabitants of Bojongnipah and then vanished into the darkness of night.

Seriate.