
My name is Mei-mei ..” she said with a smile.
When Mei-mei sees the coachman staring at her, she immediately comes to him. Then with a respectful attitude greeted the old man.
“Thank you for your help to us ..” he said.
The old man smiled.
“My name is Datuk Penghulu Basa. You can call me father or grandfather. Stay here for a while. Towards healthy kokomu. I think his ribs are broken. It was dangerous to be in the city under such circumstances. Datuk's friend friend whom he turned over last night and Kempetai must be looking. What's your kokom name?”
“Bungsu. We just came from Payakumbuh.”
“Yes. I was in front of the inn when you got off the bus ..”
Datuk Penghulu Basa then told about who was killed by the Bungsu in the inn. About the herd of rogues based in the reed jungle in the Tambuc valley.
“Hey, introduce, my student Salim ...”
During that time Mei-mei also lived there. He's roomy with upik. Every day Datuk Penghulu Basa still makes a living with its objects. He told me about Mei-mei and the Bungsu. The Japanese are actually grateful to an unknown person who killed the herd of thieves. But in addition to thanking the Japanese also keep looking for the Bungsu. For however, the murderer must be heard his account of the event. The grandfather of the robbers, whose hands and feet were maimed, was hospitalized. He's still alive. Kempetai managed to extract information from the mouth of the chief of these thieves about their headquarters in Tambuc. The Japanese then raided their headquarters in the bamboo forest. Seven more people were taken from there.
Now, people do not feel worried anymore passing in the decline of Tambuc like the previous time. In the past, to get to Bukittinggi from Tigo baleh and its surroundings, people have to turn the road to Simpang Limau. Or turn to Banu Hampu directly to Jambu Air. They're never safe to pass in Tambuc's drop. Not infrequently people meet the bodies in Batang Tambuc that watering fast. But now such a time is past. One day when the Bungsu was feeling rather good, he tried to stand up. It had already been twenty days since he was brought into this house.
Three broken ribs already quite comfortable, that's because the grandfather's treatment was a child. Mei-mei with the addition of dried herbs that she brought from Mount Sago. That morning he woke up to the chirping of birds and the sound of snapping outside the house. He opened the window and breathed in the fresh morning air that barged in. The coffee was on a small table in the room. In a glass lies some cobra flowers of roses.
It must have been Mei-mei who put it down. As is the custom of the girl every morning while in this house. Datuk Penghulu must not have returned. Because last night he said that tonight they needed to. Reportedly there was a gathering of fighters in Ambacang Hill. The grandfather was one of those fighters. When he looked back, he was stunned. In the small field behind the house, he saw people were laughing. One must be Salim. Datuk Penghulu. He knew the young man during his stay in this house. Good and humble and virtuous youth.
What he could hardly believe in his vision was Salim's opponent. His opponent is a woman. A gal. Dressed all black and her long hair tied high. The black clothes contrasted sharply with the clean yellow skin. The silat style she brought was very opposite to her meek body, and her beautiful face. May-may. Mei-mei learned silat It's really something amazing.
On the edge of the field, the Upik son Datuk Penghulu Basa looked attentively. Every now and then the little girl cheered when Mei-mei's kick or punch hit Salim's body. Or sometimes the girl exclaims in a rage if by chance the young man hits Mei-mei's body. The Bungsu was really fascinated. He doesn't understand silat. But looking at Mei-mei's movements, she was sure the girl had started fast with her legs and hands. Twenty days he studied.
Back then, when Salim was intending to catch Mei-mei's hand blow, the girl let him. When Salim intended to master the hand, unexpectedly, Mei-mei's left foot, which was behind her right foot, kicked forward strongly and quickly. The kick was so sloppy. Salim only realized the danger of the kick when it was too late.
SERIATE...