TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMURAI:Episode 5 (death-to-death misunderstanding)

In the courtyard, six fathoms from both the bodies of his father and mother, the Bungsu still remained bowed. He did not dare to move a bit. Although there was only one soldier on the page, and the soldier stood eleven fathoms from his¬, behind him as well. Facing the back of the house. But the Bungsu never had the slightest courage to stand up to the body of his Father and Mother.

He also did not have the courage to help the honor of his brother who was raided by Saburo Matsuyama on top of their house. No. gabe. He hasn't had the courage in all this time. His courage is one. It's playing gambling. But now what's the use of that one cleverness? As a boy he's a boy who ”tak complete”, however much he once very proud ”ilu” judinya.

In the room above the mansion, the Bungsu's brother suddenly woke up. He felt his neck ache and hot. I felt a breath on his face. Feeling his body being drenched in sweat. I felt a heavy burden pushing him. And suddenly he screamed and soared upright. But his stranglehold came to a halt when Saburo beat his samurai¬.

The girl slumped to the window. He covered his chest with his hands. His eyes looked at me to the courtyard. Looked at the dead bodies of his father and mother. And his eyes stopped on the face of the Bungsu who was still sitting on his knees and warming up¬dang to him. The girl's lips moved. Like talking to his sister. But no sound came out. His eyes soon withered. And his head drooped to the window. The Bungsu was still glued to his place full of fear. Down with silence.

Shortly afterwards he saw Captain Saburo Matsuyama coming down from the house while attaching a tie of ping¬gang. In the yard he stopped when he looked at the Bungsu. He immediately remembered on the oath of Datuk Berbangsa. Remember his vow that will demand revenge. Who will pay him back other than this child? With that conclusion he then approached the Bungsu. Afraid of the Bungsu showing up.

“Aaaa.ampuun sir. Ampuun!” he pleads¬-please with a shivering body.

Some residents who saw him from a distance became disgusted and nauseous at the attitude of this young man. They seemed to want to trample on that cowardly youngster. Really fuck! Really curse. Fucking bastard son!, maki them.

Saburo holds his Samurai headwaters. The Bungsu was surprised. He knew the Japanese were intent on killing him. He's getting up soon. Whispering for mercy he scatters taking a thousand steps. But this cowardly young man is indeed unlucky. Saburo's Sa¬murai Sword moved extremely fast. Backs part. He jerks. Flesh face down with a gaping back ranging from the left shoulder blade to the hip limit. Meanwhile, the village has become a sea of fire. Squealing and howling ter¬listening. The women were dragged under a tree. Raped and several men who tried to fight were slaughtered with samurai or stabbed with bayonets.

By late afternoon, the village was almost flat on the ground. Smoke is everywhere. Eagles and crows flying low are like seeing a carcass lying down. It was an unforgettable slaughter for the people of the village. No less than ten lives were lost. And on the Japanese side only 3 soldiers were eaten by samurai in the hands of Datuk Berbangsa. Some houses are still upright intact, namely uninhabited houses.

The Japanese soldiers had already returned to Payakumbuh, where they were based. More and more people are coming to Minangkabau via North Sumatra. Their power was dispersed to several major cities in Minangkabau.

That afternoon it was raining. Wet the village that the swimmer had ticked. The light rain was like washing the bodies of corpses. No one else in the village seemed alive. They all fled. Save their lives from the savagery of Japanese soldiers. Japan does have a reason to brush the village to the ground. Because the village is the first base in the history of popular resistance in Minangkabau against Japanese rule. And after Datuk Berbangsa and his family were killed, the village became a temporary residence.

But of the ten bodies that are poor across it turns out there are still alive. The rain seems to restore that living consciousness. In the courtyard of Datuk Berbangsa house there is a body figure that moves. First hand. That moving body was the Bungsu!.

His face was firmly on the ground. He felt his back very painfully soaked in water. He's still closed. His hands moved slowly. The smell of the earth and the fragrant rice fields from the wind blowing from the foot of Mount Sago felt drops of water.

He tried to rest on his hands to turn himself around. But how difficult it is. He nodded again silently. Gathering energy, he now opened his eyes. The first thing that is visible is the courtyard of the house where in childhood he played marbles and played pole. Then on the ground he saw the reddened water. It must be his blood.

He tried to re-trap his memory. Starting from him being arrested a few nights ago near that secret target. He found out about the secret target when he followed his father one night. Since the last time Baribeh and Jul, he was eager to learn silat. But he was ashamed to tell his father. He knew his father was ashamed to have a son like him. A child who embarrasses the family. His father was a swordsman and silat teacher. But his son was a gambler whose coward Allahurobbi. This has always been a pressure for the father wherever he is.

And one night he followed his father from a distance. He saw people practicing silat on target. He knew the target was for people whose intelligence level was already high. He knew all those fighters. That's why he didn't dare to show his face. He just peeked out from behind the bush. Peering at the way they stepped, opening the attack. Parried and jumped.

He wants to be very good at lightning. But who will he learn from? His father came out often. Looks like something important is taken care of. It's like drawing up a force against Japan. Even though his father is not home. The Bungsu kept coming quietly to the target at midnight. Seeing people practicing.

When people finished training, he immediately rushed home first so as not to be caught. And at home during the day, he tried the movements he saw. It is hard to learn without a teacher. What he saw was not a lesson from the beginning. Except for advanced lessons. Only a week he had seen the practice guy. The last night was the night in which Datuk Maruhun was captured by Japanese soldiers.

That night he was indeed late to his usual lookout. He was late because of the rain. But the desire to learn remains burning. So although it was late and the rain was still falling, the young man came down to the ground as well. With a sneak he approached the secret target. He saw a faint lamp light. Heard the sound of swords and keris. He then slammed into the small thicket where he usually peeked. Suddenly, a hand closed his mouth.

He wanted to scream and scream. But that deck is very strong. And shortly after, the Japanese had surrounded the target. And he was pushed into the middle of the target. Datuk Maruhun thought he was the one who exposed the secret of the existence of this target to the Japanese. The guess is also the same as all the fighters on the target. They thought the youngest was opening the secret to get money to gamble.

That night he explained his case to Datuk Maruhun and his friends. But is there any point in all that? He knows that this guy from his village thinks he's the guy who ”pointed horn”. The grandfather had not been happy with him for a long time. That is since he did not care about the engagement with his girl named Renobulan. That is why he chose to remain silent even though he was cursed and cursed by the people of his village.

Now he's lying wounded. Having felt enough strength he did not attempt to rise. But he twisted his body while still lying down. His head now faces the mansion where he was born and raised. In the courtyard he saw the bodies of his father and mother lying still. He's gathering energy. Crawl near them. Near his father's body he stopped. Get up and sit down. He looked into his father's open eyes looking up at the sky. He closed his father's eyes.

He felt ashamed for a long time being near his father's corpse. Embarrassed by the far-reaching differences between him and his father. His father was a resident respected Penghulu. A silat teacher who is rarely a match. But arriving at him, it turns out to only bring disgrace to the good name of his father and family. He remembered his father's words when he came down from the house. When he called his mother. Mom, dad and brother were stunned on the stairs.

”You were born to be a mermaid. I regret having a child like you. You sold this country and its inhabitants to Japan solely to earn money so you could gamble. Why don't you now take our heads for you to sell?”

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