TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
Tikam Samurai (Episode 10) helps the imam of the mosque
He called home. A girl opened the door hesitantly. Skinny girl
the yellow-faced rounder stared at his father, then gazed at the houses in the
surrounding him with anxious feelings.
”Open.provide hot water in clean pot and cloth. Fast”
The girl quickly disappeared backwards as her father took the youngest up and
sit it in the living room, on a clean pandan mat. Saleha appeared again carrying a basin with warm-toenail water and a clean washcloth.
”Bapak will be difficult because of this father's help..” The youngest said slowly
For the first time the priest's daughter looked at him. On his bruised face and his bloody mouth and nose. The Bungsu also looked at him. They have known each other for years. Don't they live in a village? It's just how foreign he feels in this village. And this girl, the son of the Imam who was one of the flowers in his village, also looked at him with a foreign feeling.
”Thank you for the water and the washcloth Saleha.
The girl did not answer. He still stared at her silently. Pay attention to the young people who are said to have sold this village in Japan some time ago. Look at the young boy who is the number one gambling player.
”Provide rice. We'll eat together. Where's Sawal?”
The priest gave the order, and asked while cleaning the face of the youngest. Saleha remained silent. He wondered why his father would help to clean the face of this gambler.
”Where to Sawal?” the priest asked.
”already since braid he did not go home”
”provide rice...”.
But before Saleha left, the door was knocked by people from outside. Saleha's face turned pale. Demik was also the Imam.
”Pak Priest….Mr. Imam... quickly open the door” heard a male voice from outside. They
take a look. The youngest leans. Looked at the pale Faith and Saleha. And suddenly without being opened, the door was broken from the outside. Two men came in. The youngest immediately knew him as the person who had been helping him. The two men were momentarily stunned looking at him.
”What's Leman?” The priest asked while standing up.
”Sawal sir Imam...”
”What's with Sawal..”
”He caught Kempetai with Malano..”.
Saleha. The priest himself was stunned. The name Kempetai made his body weak.
Japanese military intel was notorious for its cruelty. The only army that can enter becomes Kempetai. The choice in his martial and ruthless. If Kempetai has intervened, it means dead
”Why was he arrested Kempetai...?” The priest asked weakly.
”Two nights ago he stole a Japanese gun in Kubu Gadang. With Malano and
some of our fighters. Two people have been caught.the weapon that was stolen is only six pieces. Now they are both in the mosque..”.
”In the mosque?”
”Ya..”
Without speaking ba or ma'am, the Hajj rushed down followed by the two men. Then also Saleha. The youngest took a deep breath. Take a washcloth and go back to cleaning his face.
Malano was cupped, and so was Sawal. Abang Saleha the son of the Imam. Which used to be frequent
calling himself a kapir gambler. Sawal is famous for santri. It is not because of his father Hajj and the imam in the mosque. But that young man was indeed a good young man. He is a teacher in this village. Now the young man was arrested by Kempetai for being caught stealing weapons at Japanese Headquarters in Kubu Gadang. Bah, the young man was too bagak.he thought while still rolling on the mat.
it was not far from the courtyard of the mosque. The three Kempetai did not carry a long bedil. As members of the Kempetai of choice, they only carried a gun and a samurai.
”Have your son out of Hajj. Otherwise. we will drag it out”
One of the men said. The kempetai is fat. Saleha was crying near her father. The priest did not speak. He went into the mosque. Inside, near the mihrab, he met Sawal sitting with a pale face. Shoulder wound. It seems there was a fight when he stole a gun with some Indonesian fighters. Nearby sat Malano.
The man who beat the youngest. He was an underground warrior. Yang
swearing to kill as many Japanese as possible. In revenge for the death of his teacher Datuk Berbangsa one year ago.
The Haji looked at Malano silently. There's a lot he wants to say. But there is no word
that can be said in a moment like this. He wanted to tell his son to run away. But if he escaped, the other residents would be captured by the Japanese instead. Didn't Saburo once say, if there are Japanese soldiers who die, then every one of the dead Japanese will be avenged by killing three residents.
If his son and Malano escape, then the innocent population will become
japanese murder victims. This has happened several times in the villages around this. Suddenly outside came Saleha's screech. The priest and Sawal were shocked. They ran to the door. Outside they saw Saleha in the arms of one of the Kempetai.
As soon as Sawal appeared, the fat Kempetai pulled out the gun and fired it. Sawal ran back into the mosque. The gun shot at his father. The Hajj was strangled and collapsed. The fat Japanese gave orders to his two friends. The two men ran in with shoes filled with mud. Residents became shocked and angry to see the soldier enter their house of worship without opening their footwear.
But angry they had to be quiet. Who would dare to be angry
A kempetai? Although they were only three, but it meant the same as a large army.
Sounds of screeching and screeching inside. Then the residents saw Sawal and Malano being led out with injured bodies.
”These two men, and your daughter, we have to arrest Imam. Your girl is just us
make it a guarantee that his brother doesn't run away .Don't worry, he'll be safe-..”
the fat Japanese said with a sickening smile. The priest just sat down to the door. The wound on his shoulder was draining blood. While Saleha thrashed to escape. But the one holding his hand was too strong for him to fight. The three Japanese turned their bodies and began to step away from the courtyard of the mosque. Suddenly they were stunned. A man, dressed in Chinese scissors, wearing a sarong across his shoulder, dressed in straight Javanese scissors strapped his way. The youngest
Yep. He's the one who stuck it out. At the corner of his lips was still dripping blood from the marks
dilanyau Malano and his friends a few minutes later.
”Is your nation uncivilized in the least, so enter the house of worship without opening
dirty shoes?”
The young man said with a tone of voice as sharp as a knife.
The japanese were stunned. They were more astonished than shocked. Wonder there are men
natives who dare to confront Kempetai. This guy is crazy, they thought. But the fat one immediately remembered this young man.
”Hei wood. Weren't you the one we caught that night while hiding nearby
That secret target? Yeah, you're the one. You are the son of the bastard Datuk Berbang ya?” residents in silence.
”Capture this bastard. His father was a rebel. The child is of course the same..” si.
the fat man said again.
The youngest immediately remembered that this fat man was a Japanese who used to lead the arrest of fighters in secret targets who were then trained by Datuk Maruhun.
”Detach the girl..” she says slowly.
”Catch him” the fat guy's orders blaring