TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMURAI (Episode 22) The Ghosts of gambling

”Siap ..?”

The fat Babah asked the two Japanese who were in the middle of the consciousness while lifting the bamboo in his hand.

”Let's play” said a Japanese man to Baribeh who then menggamit si Jul and Bungsu to join the bet

”Mast ..”

The bald-headed and thin-bodied Japanese said while still sucking the candle. The Bungsu saw the fat Babah pick up three dice from a plate that was lying on the mat. Then put into the bamboo that is more than that length.

The Bungsu noticed Babah's finger –. Strange, the Chinese are fat with a distended stomach. But the – fingers of his hand were out of sync with his lush body.

Usually people – fat people finger fingers jemarinya must be round – round fat anyway. But the fingers of this Babah look slim and long – long. Unlike the other old Chinese –, which usually leaves its nails unkempt, Babah's nails look cleanly packed.

Now he was shaking the bamboo that contained the dice. There was the sound of dice spinning and clashing in the bamboo. Four times quick round, arrived – arrived bamboo was laid on a plate. In a very short time, it was heard that the three dice fell onto the plate. The man took his hand off the bamboo. And the bamboo was stuck on a plate covering the three dice inside.

Baribeh placed his bet on the – numbers two, three and four. He bet that. Play guess in many numbers. Usually one must be. While the Bungsu only put on one number.

And in the four times he placed the bet, he still stayed put on one number only. He meant that, taking the money out of his pocket.

Then put it on number one. Si Juling put number four, which is the number of Baribeh couples. The fat babah raised the bamboo that covered the dice.

One !

Yes, all three dice show the number one on it. Baribeh. Juling dumbfounded. The Japanese officer, who did not place the bet this time, was also stunned. The Bungsu turned out to guess correctly and won the bet. The fat man smiled.

Then pay on the Bungsu as much as six times the bet placed. Slow – slow she put again the fruit of her chest. Then roll the dice in the bamboo. After five quick turns, the bamboo containing the dice was quickly knocked down.

The Bungsu put up his teliga. If in the past before ”move” for two years to the mountain he always won playing dice is thanks to if he cheated, then now another case. He was the one who held the dice. And always his chest is just one.

He can play the dice. Now with three dice, he relied on his hearing. If only he had never trained at Mount Sago, he might have lost. Because the fat babah is not playing anyway. But now he is equipped with hearing as sharp as the hearing of a leopard. He clearly heard the fall of the dice. He can also distinguish the sound of a depressed wind, depending on the many or at least holes in the dice facing down.

The loud dice sound of the fall, must be a little hole facing down. Because in the hole – hole was a little wind that was held back. If the six holes are facing down, then the sound will be softer compared to the number one. Because in the hole – dice that six pieces wind a lot restrained and make the fall more slowly.

Only now it takes intelligence guess right between the six hole and the five hole. To distinguish it takes expertise for many – years. But for the Bungsu it is already a downhill review. He was a gambler before.

Now with his sharp hearing, he was immediately able to guess. If the previous four bets he only wants to try – try, then now he bets with confidence.All his winning money was placed in numbers one, four and six. Baribeh put his money on the numbers three and five. The Japanese officer put his bet on the number six, Juling put on the number one.

”Have ..?” babah asked.

No one's saying. They all stared silently at the plate. The fat man raised the bamboo. And back they were surprised. The three dice show numbers exactly like the Bungsu bet.

What appears above are the eyes one, four and six. He then wins the bet again. The Japanese officer who posted in number six cheered happily. Similarly, Ju Ling put his money in number one. They accept the payment of the bet.

The Babah paid quietly. His eyes occasionally stared at the Bungsu. And the fur on the nape of the Bungsu goosebumps saw the glint of Babah's fat eyes. But he sat still in his place. His samurai stick he put it on his thigh. Ready to wait for all possibilities.

What should she be afraid of anyway ? Isn't this bet honest ? He is not the city. He's just a bookmaker. In gambling, usually the one who always cheats is the city. And if there will be riots, then it is only because of two problems.

First because the city is cheating, and this does not appear – sign. And secondly because the city or one of the parties is not willing to lose. And even this is not there or there is no sign of –. Although it had paid quite a lot in these two bets, but the fat Babah was paying still with a smile. He seems to be a baron ready to gamble with anyone and in any bet. Now the finger – his long and thin finger began to take the dice. Put it in a piece of bamboo and lift it high. The Bungsu happened to be staring at him anyway. They look at each other. Babah was smiling. And back veins – veins in the body of the Bungsu tightened looking at the eyes and smile Babah this fat.

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