TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMIRAI:episode 2 (Gambling Ghosts)

Now he remembers all of those events. His gloomy face, his beautiful eyes, lifted slowly. He took a deep breath. He should have stopped playing after winning big a week ago. He intended to buy a paddy field, or go wander with the money. Living in this village is boring. But the basic gambler, once knowing there are other gamblers, he immediately tastes again. And this is the consequence. Slowly he crawled to the well. Washing his face and all over his body that is full of pain. Drinking the well water was a few gulps. Then back to Surau.

He picked up some cigarette butts. Unroll it. Then collect tobacco from the rest of the cigarette. From the old paper that was still attached to the wall surau he rolled a cigarette with the leftover tobacco earlier. Then lean towards the middle pole. Then take the match boy who terse¬rak. Then burn the cigarettes. His eyes closed in on that cigarette assembling. As his beautiful eyes glared at the scattered coa papers, he picked up some fruit.

“The fine pig ... Shrimp needle .. Sirah rope..” he said while throwing the coa to the floor one by one while mentioning the names of the papers.

The cigarette didn't end he smoked. He's coughing. His thoughts drifted on Baribeh and his three friends. He swore to find them. He will be gambling again. And he's sure he's gonna beat those guys. Just now where should he look for capital? Will he sell his three goats? Ah, her Mum and dad¬ must be angry. Angry mother might be able to secure him. Her mother pa¬ling-most angry for a moment. What he fears is his father.

His father likes to play with hands. Teacher silat. Puih, he became nauseous to see his father who he considered a lot of the lagak. Especially if his father has taught at the silat target. His heart was swollen to see. He hated seeing people learn silat. What is the point of learning silat? Men¬ding learn gambling. Money has a full stomach, he thought. Although he had been repeatedly harassed by people in gambling, and many times his father and brother forced to learn silat, but he still did not like silat.

He was a strange child. His father was a renowned silat teacher, as was his brother. But he himself prefers to play koa or kite. He knew his father didn't like the war. But what does it matter. He never bothered them? He was beaten several times by other players. Often battered in fights. But he never complained to his father and brother who was the hero.

No. gabe. An obstacle for him to complain. For him gambling is a symbol of virility. Why is it that only fighters are called males? Why not gamblers? Doesn't gambling also require skill? Even for him gambling is higher in value than silat. In gambling people complain of the brain. While in silat people complain of muscles.

Well, literally it can be interpreted that he is much more brainy than any father or fighter! That's the groove of his mind. Moreover, gambling he considered to have high art. In the game of dice it takes a kind of sharp hunch to know ”mata” how much will appear above. And careful calculation is needed for the game up to three times in the main koa. In which silat is there art? There is only playing football, hit, elbow, catch, giggle, or kick unshake in the kerampang, or slamming. Bah, really hard and rough. He really doesn't like it.

He fell asleep because he was tired. In his sleep he dreamed of becoming a fighter who was much tougher than his father and brother. Even much tougher than any tough fighter. By noon he woke up. He cussed on his dream of becoming a tough fighter. Why not dream of being a gambling king. Still swearing at his dream he came down from the surau. His feet moved towards the village. His stomach feels so bad. When he was going to reach his house, a house roofed by the grass, he saw some perem¬puan were at home. He turned back. Through the back door he went up to the house. Keep to the kitchen. In the kitchen he met his brother.

“Hey Bungsu, people search . . . Jesus ! Hit you again yeah ... ?”

The young man, who was the youngest of the two siblings, and therefore was called the youngest, regardless of his brother's surprise. He took the plate. And start to boil the rice.

“Sit there. Do not take your own rice. You boys. Let brother get .”

“Ah don't have to be hard. I can take joints¬ri “

“Sit down, change your clothes. In front is a guest who will talk to you”.

“Nothing my business with them .”

“lni about your engagement .”

He remained unconcerned, which was obvious he wanted to eat as much-¬ful as him. When he started bribing, his mother showed up. The woman was stunned to see this youngest child. He didn't have to ask why his face and body were blue. No need to ask why his clothes were torn. This woman knew what had happened. He looked at his son who was eating so well.

While eating, the occasional corner of the eyes of the Bungsu glanced at his mother. After three meals, he washed his hands. Then intend to go down through the back door. But he stopped when he heard his mother's voice that had been silent since.

“Change clothes with clean ones. In front there are guests who want to negotiate.”

“Connegotiate my engagement with Reno?”

“Ya. .”

“What else to negotiate. Aren't we engaged?”

”tapi .”

“On marriage?”

“They want to return the sign and break off the engagement?” ask her flatly.

His mother did not nod and neither did she shake. He then stepped quickly into the living room without changing his tattered clothes. His father and the four five women present were shocked to see his appearance. His father seemed devastated by the unfinished presence of his son.

His father, and everyone in that vestibule, immediately knew that this boy had just lost a fight after gambling. He must have won at first. And his victory ended de¬ngan fights. He was the last to lose. Because if he wins, he must come home healthy wal afiat.

“Will return the engagement sign will Etek be here?”

He asked one of the women who was a guest of his mother while staying upright.

“Bungsu! Civy bit. Change clothes and sit down to negotiate politely!!” Father snaps.

He looked at his father. He was afraid of his father. But this time his fear was pressed hard. Without ignoring his father's orders he looked again at the woman who came. Then his voice sounded sure.

“If in the past when I was engaged I was not brought to negotiate, then now let me decide. This engagement is indeed better to be canceled..”.

“Bungsu!” father snaps.

But he didn't care about his father. No less harsh than the clash of the father, he said:

“I am not a swordsman. Nor could the teacher be expected to buy gold and rice fields for my wife. That's why I don't intend to get married. Well, take this ring back!”

After his words he opened the ring on his ring finger¬. He then threw it into the lap of the woman he called Etek. Then he went back to back. Passing his mother who was uprooted at the door teng¬ah. Then down. Passing her brother upright in the kitchen.

“Truly uncivilized child. Unashamed. Inedible teaching. .” his father swore a short length with a red face extinguished.

The women who came could not speak a word. This momentary incident was indeed amazing for them. They want the engagement to be decided. But it was unthinkable for them that this would be the way.

Renobulan is the most beautiful girl in the village. Many men fell in love and were willing to sacrifice for him. But a year ago he was betrothed to the Bungsu. People know that engagement is only because of family ties. Reno's family and Bungsu's family are still related. And both of their families belong to the family that is well-known in the village.

Seen in derivatives and treasures. It is tradition, they bind their marriage together. This means that they still maintain the sustainability of derivatives and keep the heritage property does not fall into the hands of “ people outside”. Though everyone would bet, that the beautiful Reno would not like the Bungsu.

Bah, what would a girl as beautiful and gentle as Reno that month expect from a guy like the Bungsu? His face was always gloomy. His eyes were like he was not alive. Idler and a wonderful gambler. Scarers Allahurobbi. About gambling, no one in this village, even to other villages, who do not know that this young man is the ghost of gambling. All the men who had fallen in love with Reno cursed their parents as parents. Who was willing to sell his daughter in order to keep the inheritance.

Old man cursed, cursed them. But Reno's parents seem to have requirements, too. They were trying to get the Bungsu to change his war. But what a force, this child has never changed. He instead became a junjing material and the ridicule material of his fellow greats. And who could survive being engaged to such a man?

The Bungsu stepped down with an annoyed heart. Her engagement was indeed a strange engagement. Since exchanging rings a year ago, she had only met her fiance three times. Twice on the market Friday and once during the Hari Raya prayer.

In those three meetings, not a word was spoken. They only looked at him for a moment at a great distance. Then she was busy with her friends.It was her model engagement. He did not not not not know that Reno is a beautiful girl who became the seizure of many people. But he did not want the girl to think that she was one of the men who hunted for her love. Poems!

Now her untangled engagement is over. His heart was relieved. Yeah, he's relieved. Because he's getting free to gamble.

”Hmm, where to look for capital to gamble?”, he thought as he continued to step away from the old manau.

SERIATE.....