TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMURAI :episode 1 (fights at tuo stalls)

That unbalanced fight was soon over. The four gurgling men easily brushed off their opponents. Their opponent was a young boy who was about 19 years old. The young man was lying near the river behind the manor, far away on the edge of the village. The young man's clothes were torn apart. He's not self-conscious. Money's rattling. The four men who had ganged up and paralyzed himself immediately picked up the scattered money. The money was the money of the four of them. Switch hands to the young man in a gambling game that has been going on since yesterday afternoon.

At dawn, it turned out that the young man had won. He is a great gambler. Every gamble rarely loses. But unfortunately he always brushed his opponent that he defeated. Gambling is almost always at the end of a fight. And in each fight it is certain that he is the loser, because the opponents he defeated united to gang up on him. Then it was always that the money he had won was brushed away by his opponents back. Including his own money!

”See first who will waang versus buyung. Don't just play…….I”

One of the four men said. There is no lawfulness. Because the young man heard nothing. He's knocked unconscious. The four men then left. Coa paper scattered between the cigarette butts enau leaves. Almost noon the young man just realized from his stupor.

No one knows that he's stuck there. The place they gamble is indeed a secluded place. In a weathered surau. Surau is no longer used since a teacher was killed by a tiger when he returned home teaching. Kam¬pung is in an uproar. And surau where teaching is transferred to the middle of the village. But for a long time the former surau turned into a place where people play koa. Gambling with czech leaves.

Mere¬ka is not afraid of tigers. Because generally the gamblers are people who are proficient in shining. For a long time, gambling in the former surau became a pride among gamblers. Because gambling there is one mental test. Only the brave and high-scientific people dare to play there.

To reach surau it must pass through the grave¬an. Then a valley swelled. New surau. The swampy valley, long ago, when the surau was still a place to teach, was a rice field. But now it's been left and turned into a bush.

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The young man moved his hand. He's still down. Moving legs. His eyes are still closed. His nose smelled of clay. His ears slowly heard the birds chirping.

”Hm, . . . I'm still alive,” whispered.

He tried to twist the body. His head feels throbbing. But by exposing all his energy, he managed to also spit out the body. His eyes so glare staring at the sunlight that plunged from between the leaves of the trees. He's risen. Sit with his arms resting on both of his arms. Wiggling the head back throbbing pain. He immediately remembered his victory at dawn. But he didn't intend to check the money in his pocket. Unnecessary. The money doesn't need to be checked. Must have been brushed people.

He immediately gathered his memories back. He's been clinging to his memory since yesterday. Yes, yesterday evening he came here with four men. The four men he knew when he bought grilled corn at the market Friday. He doesn't know who they are. But from the way they stood up and spoke, he soon came to know that they were moneylenders and gamblers. He knows these kind of people. For he himself is a shrewd gambler. He is good at praying or playing dice. The four men he saw were squatting near a tobacco-filled pedati. He's squatting.

”Ask api” said to one who smoked a cigarette enau leaf.

That guy didn't react immediately. For a moment he looked at the youngster who was suddenly sitting nearby. But the young man was indifferent. And finally he gave me the cigarette he smoked.

”Thank you” said the young man while taking a cigarette that lived short butts.

But after he burned the tip of his cigarette, the man's cigarette butts he did not return. Unless he just threw it away. The man's face turned red. But the young man didn't seem to care. He took out a lump of money from under his shirt.

”Interested in main?” he asked calmly.

Ah, he's an expert on this. The man whose cigarette butts were thrown away looked back at him. Then looked at the three friends who were still calmly smoking cigarettes and sitting hoeing. One of them blinked his eyes. And the young man was able to pick up on that blinking gesture with the corner of his eye. But he pretended not to know.

“Main what can waang?” the man asked back.

“Main anything!” answer, definitely.

“Koa?”

“Bby!”

“Dadu?”

“Bby!”

“Baramuang?”

“Bby. Czpit!”

The man looked back at his three friends. And the back that was twitching just now squinted one of his crossed eyes.

“Wang with whom?”

”I gamble never friends. I can play alone, and ....win !”.

The man whose cigarette butts are in¬remove it gulps. He looked at the young man. Look at it carefully. Look at his finger book. Saw elbow. Seeing feet. And he figured that this kid must be a fighter. But he was also convinced, that with the four of them could “eat” this child. They are not just anyone either.

”Where is the place?”

“Terexistent”

“We are not people here. We don't know where tem¬pat played well. .”

“I know . .”

“Where . .”

“Si surau obsolete downstream of the village there. .”

“Place teacher taught pounced on the tiger?”

Now the young man looked back at the man.

“Why know that in surau there used to be a teacher who was attacked by a tiger, if it is not here?”

“That incident was a long time ago, wasn't it? Everyone in the market this Friday told me about the incident a few years ago”

The young man breathed.

“Really! That's where the safe play. Bagaima¬na, dare to go there ?”

For the first time, the four men laughed at the same time. Laugh at the young man's challenge.

The squint guy who was just shivering said.

“Baribeh?”

“Yes. Won't you ever hear it?”

“Entertainment. Baribeh the beast”

Juling was silent. The others too. The man who had his cigarette butts thrown out was gray because he held back the wind.

“Do not just talk staggeringly. The mouth of the waang I can tear,” said the man in a heavy voice.

“He, isn't Baribeh an animal? And the work is indeed a tamper of the Kampeh tree to get the sap, can't you Sanak must be angry?”

The man got up and almost hit the young man if not quickly broken by the Juling. Juling whispered into his ear. And the man undoes his intention to harm the young man. Then Juling turned the body. Talk to the young man.

“Better waang beware buyung. Our master is a fighter called Baribeh. His work did tear the mouths of arrogant people like a waang. Fortunately, he was kind this time. Well, when can the game start?”

“Terlarah. Now so. But please remember, I only challenge relatives to gamble. Not for fighting . .”

“Good, fine!. But this afternoon we have business. How about dusk?”

”Midnight I want. I wait for you there”.

And without looking again this young man passed.

”Povators!. Whose child he dares to sell lagak so..” maki the man who had thrown his cigarette butts.

“It seems he is quite full. Otherwise where would he dare to do such a thing”.

“Filled does not contain, which is clear he has a lot of money. We're gonna take him tonight. Hey, waang prepare two pairs of Jul” dice.

“The dice I always carry..” replied the man called Jul.

The call turned out to be an abbreviation of the word ”Juling”. Then, just as the azan magrib reverberated, they appeared in the worn-out manau. There the young man was waiting. Under the light of the amber lamp in the former surau they immediately started the game.

At first they played dice. The dice were prepared by Jul. They usually never lose. Because the dice have been made in such a way, so that whatever the opponent installs, it can certainly be rotated to its location until it is unpredictable. How to roll the dice with shrewdly done by the Jul the Jul. It looks almost perfect.

But this time they turned out to be facing a gambling ghost. They did not expect that at such a young age this child was already invincible in terms of gambling. By midnight almost all their money was brushed by the young man. They're already sleepy. But the young man remained as he was. His beautiful eyes, his face gloomy, remained unchanged. Not showing any signs of fatigue.

Si Jul had signaled Baribeh several times to hit the young man but Baribeh himself hesitated. Cuisine of this young boy does not have “stapan” quite a bit. That is, this youngster is at least certainly good at shiny. For it is impossible that he would dare to be alone if there was no intelligence. Only now what is their consideration is what silat has and is the mainstay of this young man. Ku¬mango's? Pangian, Lintau, Starlak or Pauh? Or that famous Sunua and Silek Tuo? There is no definite answer. The young man won victory after victory.

“Ah, let's rest for a while..” si Baribeh said.

“Bby. Stoppun can also.!” the young man answered.

The faces of Baribeh and his friends became gray at the answer.

“Stop the word waang?! Customary where the puppet is used, stop when others lose!” jul asked in an unpleasant tone.

But the young man remained indifferent, even calmly he said:

“There is nothing customary in this gambling kinsmen. If you want to play it is okay. Of course if you still have money. I'm afraid you'll come home with *********just........”.

And with a smile on his face, the young man stroked himself onto a worn pandan mat that ran down the surau floor. Baribeh grumbled short length. But he also covered his body. The little lamp that illuminated the surau room was swaying with a weak wind that entered from between holes in the wall.

Juling and Baribeh began to think together. What if this light is turned off. Then they hit the young man, and the money they brushed. The young man's money is a lot. There were three times as many as he perli¬hatkan in the Market this Friday morning. With the money they could buy three pedati or bendi and several rice fields. Ah, they have to earn money. Gotta ! Baribeh glanced at the swaying lampstand.

“If this lamp is off, we will be hard...” suddenly the young man said.

Baribeh and Jul were shocked. This young man could read their hearts. And they become more convinced that this young man has knowledge that is not low.

“Hey, kanak there brought fire ?” The young man asked.

Baribeh swallowed his saliva before replying.

“There. Why ?”

“Some who intend to turn off the fire seems to.... ” the young man said again. Baribeh and his friends were more shocked and slowly became wry. This young man was indeed a solid person, they thought. But to not lose prestige Baribeh again asked :

“Who will turn it off?”

“Angin!. Doesn't feel the wind getting stronger?”

The young man said so. Not one bit did he think that those people really intended to turn off the lights. But Baribeh and his friends felt ridiculed by the young man. They feel insinuated. That is why they choose to be silent. Silence with a very painful heart so it holds the wind.

At dawn they wake up and play again. This time play koa. Unfortunately, the young man continued to win. Go on and on. Finally, the four men lived in dirty pants. All their clothes, including keris and knives and matches, were worn out by the young man. The young man was indeed a gambling demon. And when they were almost naked, the young man laughed. It was then that the faith of Baribeh and his companions withered. The young man they brush talent. The first to hit was Jul. His first kick¬ did not hit the target. The young man was actually holding his head.

Jul's kick passed. But in their vision, the young man dodged with shrewdness. Jul meng¬hantam's friend also from behind. At that time the young man suddenly lowered his head, wanting to collect his scattered money. And ten¬dangan that drove from behind him back did not hit the target. Even when he got up suddenly, the passing leg was carried up by his back. No longer merciful, the tall one behind him lapsed.

The four men were surprised, not the least they realized that the two attacks had escaped just by chance. Now with high alertness, the four men prepared. The Baribeh opened the attack with a punch. And this time the coincidental factor no longer accompanies the young man. The punch landed heavily on his chest. He staggered, his next attack snapping at his body. He's strangling. Fussing.

But the four men did not give any mercy. From the top of the city that cannot be called perke¬lahian, switch down. Switch because the young boy's body was hit by a wall because of a landslide kick. His body hit a weathered wall and broke, his body¬ floated down through the weathered wall that broke. And it was under the surau that his fate was finished. Seriate…