TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMURAI (Episode 16) knows the enemy

But this twilight the women in Lundang felt surprise mixed with wonder. Because there comes a young man. Although his face was gloomy, yet there was no denying that he was a manly man. His haggard eyes actually make the women flower there become interested. Since dusk earlier she ”dikawal” by two women. For the size there, the two women are the women of choice. Usually they only want to serve high-ranking officers. The lowest ranked captain. Not just anyone who wants to serve people. This twilight both felt the need to serve the young man. You see, they have never been visited urang, dashing anyway. They tell me slowly. Story in the shadow of a tree. Drink sweet tea and eat fried bananas. The young man did not seem to be from the group of people. His clothes are simple. Wear Chinese scissor clothes, Javanese pants with a sarong cloth crossed from left shoulder to right. In his hand was a wooden stick. If only he had used Saluak, then people would believe that he must have been a ruler. His style is similar to that of a head of a people. ”It seems that uda is waiting for someone...”, a sweet black woman, with bright and attractive eyes, said. He noticed the young man several times glancing at the gate whenever anyone came. ”There are friends to come?” the woman asked again. ”Ya, I am waiting for someone.” ”Female?” ”No, don't you guys already exist?” ”Yes. But why have you been sitting here since? Come to home..”. The other woman, who was yellow and plump, said as she pulled the young man's hand. The age of both women may not be more than 22 years. Still too young. ”Please. He might come soon. But how am I going to go home, you two.” ”Tak be about. Can I change Uda?” said the sweet black woman while twinkling her beautiful eyes. The young man's face turned red. He glanced at the table across the street, at some Japanese soldiers and officers drinking. I think he knows two of them. He tried to remember. ”How? Come on home!” The beautiful yellow-skinned woman whined again while pulling her hand. It was then that one of the Japanese soldiers sitting not far from him stood up. Walk towards the table where they are sitting. The Japanese body was gurgling. He looked at the two women beside the young man. ”Hmmm...nona let's come with me..” he said while holding the hand of the sweet black. The woman shook her hand. ”Sorry Kamura, I have a guest..”. Japanese named Kamura and the rank of Gun Syo (Sergeant One) grinned. Look at the guest who mentioned the sweet black. When all he saw was a gentleman, a native, he laughed. Showing a sickening grin. ”Ha, you people are both. There is a black, there is a yellow. Don't be greedy. I brought this sweet black one..” Japan said while still dragging the hand of the sweet black. There is no power of the woman other than to obey Kamura's will. His friends laughed and applauded. Meanwhile the yellow-skinned beauty immediately tightened her seat and held the youngster's arm tightly. ”Hurry us to the room. Later came another brought me...”, the woman whines again. The young man, who was none other than the Bungsu, did not hear the words of this beauty. His mind is floating. He tried to remember Gun Syo Kamura's bad grin earlier. Where'd he ever see her? Suddenly he remembered. Wasn't Japan the one who confronted him when he was about to approach his father, mother and brother during the ambush at their home first? He remembered the event. His father, brother and mother had just been ordered out of the fraternity on top of the eng lot by Captain Saburo. When they appeared on the stairs of the house Gadang, the Bungsu who was among the crowd of residents ran forward while calling his father and mother. But a thin Japanese soldier confronted him. He stopped, staring at the skinny soldier. The soldier grinned. He was horrified in his place. Well, that soldier was the one who brought the sweet black guy up. He marked his grin. He had forgotten that because the soldier was no longer thin like a dozen full moons ago. Now his body is big. Glad he seems to be in these Fifty Cities.

”We're in?” the yellow beauty was happy to see him upright. The Bungsu looked at him. ”Yes. We are in.” he said. The yellow man happily held his hand. Then lead him to the top of the house where Kamura had also entered with his friend the sweet black. In the room, the beautiful yellow sat the gloomy-faced young man on his bed, which was satin and smelled good. ”Sit. What do you want to drink?” ask him with pampering. The Bungsu looked at the woman. Staring at him silently. ”Don't look at it like that Uda. My heart melted uda make...”, he said spoiled while holding both cheeks of the Bungsu. ”See you are looking for someone here.” the woman whispered. The Bungsu was still sitting still. ”See you recognize and take revenge on Japan who brought my friend the black one..” The woman said again slowly.

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