TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMURAI (EPISODE 41) Master silat

"Log in ..” said.

Soft voice. Mei-mei steps in. The cottage is quite big. Bamboo walled, ground floor roofed rumbia. A girl appeared. Maybe he was about twelve years old. But his body looks fresh. The bus driver put the body of the Bungsu in a room above the bamboo hall. Mei-mei upright on the side of the bed.

“Let him sleep ..” said the coachman as he stepped outside the room.

He asked his wife to make coffee. Mei-mei sat pensively on the edge of the bed near the Bungsu's body. The young man was unconscious. The girl touched his face. Feels cold and sweaty. He stood up and walked to the door.

“Pak.he was sweating and his body was cold ..” he said to the coachman who was now opening his horse's bridle.

“Leave it. He's not gonna be anything. He has a strong body. He'll be healed soon. Miss rest inside ...” said the coachman.

His voice sounded heavy but friendly and friendly. The worry that had been lodged in Mei-mei's heart vanished when she heard the coachman's voice. He then turned to the room. Sit on a small bench near the wall. Staring silently silently at the Bungsu who was still unconscious. Shortly afterwards, a voice of azan was heard from a distance. The coachman prayed at dawn with his wife and little girl. No matter how long after the dawn prayer, Mei-mei heard the voices of people coming. He heard the driver walk outside. Then deserted. But just for a second. Before long, he heard the sound of the ground pounding and the sound of people fighting.

Mei-mei. Fear arises. Who is the new person coming ? He stood up and walked to the bed where the Bungsu was still lying. He wanted to wake the young man up. But he didn't reach the heart. The young man did not sleep, but did not realize because he was tired of being ganged up. Now he's lying still. The sound of fighting outside was still heard. Mei-mei slowly walks by the window. He peeked out of the small hole at the window. Out there, in the light of dawn, he saw the old man who was the bus driver they were riding in, fighting with a young boy.

The young man looked very agile. But the coachman was also agile. His old body, which was wrapped in a cloth last night and a sebo, now looks open. Only wear black trousers without a shirt. His body seemed ordinary, but behind that ordinary body was clearly a formidable energy read.

“To be here first, Now you're up ..” the coachman said pointing to the little girl he met last night.

From the small hole he saw the little girl of the coachman's child advancing into the middle of the small field behind the house. The twelve-year-old girl was dressed like a man. Pants and loose-fitting clothes. The way he prepared. Mei-mei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.The person turned out to be just a silat practice. He became interested. Wanted to see the little girl shimmer. The girl started to open the attack after saluting.

The girl drew again her punch which she was sending out. Start the steps again from the beginning. Then the streak sends punches and kicks in the direction

her father's. The girl's movements were pretty quick. But easily the coachman dodged and gave a directive. Suddenly the old man stopped, then faced his cottage.

“Hey, Miss Don't peek there. If you want to learn silat, come here.” Exclaim the man.

Mei-mei quickly pulled her head from the hole that was not as big as that finger. He was shocked at the sharpness of the coachman's premonition. He sat back in the bed near the Bungsu who was still asleep. Sometimes his eyes looked at the small hole at the window where he had peeked. The sound of the coachman telling him to come out was like calling him. He looked at the face of the Bungsu, his heart became relieved. Because now the young man's face is no longer grimacing like before. Now he's really sleeping. His face no longer held any pain.

It seems he is in a deep sleep. Mei-mei breathed a sigh of relief. Outside he heard the exercise again. Slowly slowly he stepped out. Walk to the back. And arrived at the edge of a sandy field that is not up to five square fathoms. In the middle of the field Upik the driver's son was in a flash with the young man he had seen shining with the coachman. The driver was upright with his legs stretched out to the center of the target.

Mei-mei sits on a bamboo bench located on the edge of the target. Shortly after, the two men finished training. Si Upik with a friendly smile approached Mei-mei. The little girl reached out her hands. Mei-mei smiles at her hospitality and welcomes her hand.

“My name is Upik. What's sister's name ?” ask her in a friendly voice.

Mei-mei was moved, rarely this kind of friendly attitude came from the Malays against the Chinese. Usually he feels isolated in the middle of the Malays. But this little girl, as well as her father, the coachman, seemed to have known her well for many years. Actually, the age of the two girls was only about five years. A distance not far away. Si Upik is really a plain and spoiled country girl. While Mei-mei is a young girl who in her age is not yet how it is, has climbed the adult human life that is how bitter and how black.

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