TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
TIKAM SAMURAI: Episode 6 (Nature as a teacher)

His father's voice echoed again. He gasped in shock, His father must have heard it also from Datuk Maruhun or from others, about their encounter at the secret target. Surely his father also suspected, as alleged by Datuk Maruhun and his friends, that he was the one who leaked the secret of the target to the Japanese. His heart was so hard hit.

Slowly he moved near his mother's corpse.

His mother's face was calm. His heart is broken. His head turned to the house. At the window he saw the body of his brother still drooping. She wants to cry. But he did not know how to cry for such a terrible calamity.

If one of his family dies, maybe he can cry. But now their third. He is just a kara now. How did he have to cry over this accident? What misfortune has befallen him, so to cry he does not know how? Suddenly his mother's hand moved slowly. Very slowly. But he saw it clearly.

“Mother .” call her slowly while lifting the head of the middle-aged woman.

Heart's pounding. Long time no answer. But after that, the woman's eyelids opened. The woman licked the water on her lips. His hand slowly lifted. Swiping his son's cheek.

“Mother ..”

“Bungsu. . You now live alone son. Carefully take care of yourself. .” The woman stopped. Back to licking the water on her lips. Then he heard his voice again.

“Your father wants you to be a good son .”

The woman stopped again. It was like gathering the last energy. It seems he did delay the arrival of death to be able to talk to his youngest child.

“Bungsu .. my son. People said you leaked the secrets of the target to the Japanese in order to get money to gamble.. . But I don't believe it. I can't believe you did that. I am sure you are still a good child.. Say Bungsu. ... that you never betrayed your father and your people .”

The woman stopped. His eyes closed again. The breath is one-one. But he tried to open his eyes, to see the face of his son. To see and hear his son's answer.

The Bungsu wants to talk. There is so much he wants to say. But his throat is clogged. He was only able to shake his head and clasped his mother's hand, kissing her. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

The mother seemed to be able to read the implied in her son's mind. Although the child does not speak a word, only shakes his head, but the instinct of a mother can read what is contained in the heart of her child. The woman was like smiling. Eyes closed. Head droops. And he breathed his last in the ever-greatening hail.

A real mother is dead. A mother who does not distinguish love from her children. Among his wise and foolish children, among his valiant and deformed children, among his virtuous and corrupt sons, a mother still shares the same great love. A mother wants the same happiness for all her children.

That afternoon the Bungsu felt how much he really needed the love of a mother. He felt it after his mother died. He needs the guidance and affection of a father. Just after his father died. He needs the love of a brother. He felt it after his brother died! How tragic is the fate of this man. It is true that every child will not realize how much he really needs the love of his mother and father, when the mother and father are still alive.

The second day since the bloody incident, the Bungsu was still sitting there. In the courtyard of his house. Among the ruins of houses in his village. He sat with his mother's head on his thigh. Until the third day he was unable to move from there. The wound on his back was painful. Fortunately, the cold and rain helped his wounds. No flies are shrouding.

It was only on the third day that he tried to rise with a body like it would be torn in two. He had to bury the bodies of his father, mother and brother. He also had to bury the bodies of seven other men, women and children in the village. Because there's no one there. They have fled.

Heavy rain that fell a few days ago that caused the soil to be soft and easily dug. Clenching his teeth, he pulled out the Samurai stuck upright in his father's left chest. Then he started digging in the dirt near his father's body with the samurai. The bodies of his father and mother were only a short distance away. He dug in the middle of the two men. Then put the body of his parents into a hole.

The fifth day he finished burying all the bodies in the village. They he buried just. Just buried and gone odorless and hopefully not dug up animals. They he buried near his dead body lying. There was someone near the stairs like her brother. There's someone in the middle of the yard like his mother. There are those under the tree like some of the other neighbors. He had to bury them all. Even though during his life, they hated him, he did not have the slightest grudge against this fellow villager.

Day six, he went somewhere. It's already dusk. He's limping. Rain and cold air had saved the wound on his wide back from quickly rotting. On the way, he suddenly realized that in addition to digging the grave, he also used Samurai stuck in his father's chest as a support stick so that his body did not collapse. He could not remember when he picked up the samurai holster. But clearly now he was holding it.

He was going to throw away the samurai. He cut a wood as big as an arm. But suddenly he was stunned. His father's voice and oath shortly before collapsing after being hit by the Samurai Saburo, ringing back.

“You won't survive Saburo! I swear I will demand revenge from the hereafter. You too will die by the samurai. You'll feel how your country's weapon stabbed you, remember that's fine. That's my oath........Saburo....!”.

His hands shivered in light of the oath. And suddenly he threw away the wood he had just picked up. He held the samurai in his hands. Then start to step. I don't know where he is. No one knows. Months after that, when the atmosphere was rather safe, the people of Situjuh Laweh Field, Datuk Berbangsa village, returned home one by one from their refugees.

But where's the body? If there were no bodies, who would have buried them? Didn't he die, and then he buried all these bodies? Cannot be. The young man could not have done any good for this country. Because his father betrayed him. Wasn't that secret target his father was leading? And did he not sell the secret to the Japanese until they were all caught and killed? There's no way he buried the body.

“Barangkali bangkainya memang tak dikuburkan oleh orang. Sebab orang yang menguburkan ini mungkin tahu bahwa dia seorang jahanam. Dan jenazahnya tetap ditinggalkan, lalu akhimya habis dimakan anjing atau harimau yang datang dari gunung sana . . ” seorang lelaki bicara.

And it is this opinion that trusts him the most. And for the villagers, the young man would rather die of a tiger than live to shame the country. The young man is thought to have been buried in the belly of the animal. No matter the dog, tiger or lizard. He vanished as if swallowed by the earth and no one tried to remember him, except for the bad. Village life at the waist of Mount Sago located far from the city of Payakumbuh it back as usual.

The Japanese never came there again. But that does not mean that Japanese soldiers have stopped their atrocities in Minangkabau. Nah! The cruelty of the narrow-eyed and short-bodied people is almost evenly felt by residents in the city and the countryside on the edge of the city occupied by Japanese soldiers. Situjuh Laweh Field they forget because the fighters are dead. Datuk Maruhun, reportedly, died at Logas. So do his friends.

But in the wilds of Mount Sago, young people who they thought had been wiped out and their bodies chewed by dogs or monitor lizards or tigers, which they thought was impossible to do good even as big as a particle, at that moment I was sitting cross-legged. He was sitting cross-legged on a flystone at the waist of a mountain that no human foot had ever set upon. From there he can look down, down to his village. He looked at the flickering lights like a thousand fireflies playing. His longing burns the heart. But if he came home, who would he meet there? Nobody.

All three of his family are dead. There was someone he really wanted to meet. But he's sure that guy won't be willing to meet. Renobulants. Is he still alive? He believes that Datuk Maruhun's son is still alive. Because she's a beautiful girl. Beautiful women usually have a long life. Except for her older sister who was raped and fought back, and killed by Saburo Matsuyama.

Saburo! Suddenly he was stunned. Revenge lit. He looked back at the flickering lights below. There are several villages that seem to be close to the foot of this mountain. Even if the distance is far enough. He memorized the villages in the valley there. For he came to all the villages. In those villages have complained of fate. Gamble. And all the villagers knew him as a gambling ghost. No one doesn't know him. Because he wins more often in gambling than he loses.

And when he wins, he always gives the kids spending money. Kids liked it. Only their parents don't like him. He smiled when he remembered his victory in gambling. Suddenly he felt the wind blowing a little. And he was waiting for the wind to blow. Every twilight he looked forward to the wind on this flystone. He said he was like this for months. And for months he trained himself.

He closed his eyes. Hand relaxes. Squeeze the dregs. Test. , test . . test . . ! He heard a fine incision above. He counted. There's eleven. The sound was the sound of an old wood leaf, which was depleted of the sap on it. When the wind blows in the afternoon, the old leaves come off the twigs, drift and fall. Then there were eleven dried leaves that fell around him.

Suddenly his limp hand moved behind the glove cloth that was slung on his shoulder. And the next moment there was a flash that was too fast to be followed by an eye view. Not to count four. The shiny object, which was none other than the samurai who had ended the lives of his three families, he recollected. And with his well-trained feelings, he learned that out of the eleven wood leaves that fell around him, there were three that escaped his samurai sabetage. The other eight pieces of two were exactly about the bones in the middle of those leaves!.

He took a deep breath. Then sit down again. Sitting regulates breathing. He doesn't have a teacher. His teacher was the Takambang Realm. He doesn't understand silat. Until this moment, he did not know a single step about the situation. But his heart has become steel to avenge the death of his father, mother and brother. He will also demand revenge for the death of his village. For the Japanese burning their village. Raped her brother and other women. And for the treatment of the Japanese who had killed children in his village first. He will retaliate against the Japanese by using their own weapons, the Samurai!

He has been on this mountain for months. And all that time he trained himself. What he imagined was his father's movement when swinging, and stabbing the samurai backwards. Which led to the death of two Japanese soldiers at once in a fight in his yard first. That movement he repeated. Go on and on. While the movement how to uproot the samurai he learned from a fight between Datuk Maruhun's friends at the secret target with the Japanese soldier.

He recalled the Japanese movement it uprooted then swung the samurai. Then put the naked, blood-soaked samurai back in his scabbard. A very fast movement to imitate. But he hardened his heart to learn. At first, he only did it a few times a day. Then a few dozen times. Then a few tens of times. Then a few hundred times.

Every day his work just uprooted samurai. Then put it back in. Then when the movement he felt was already proficient, he imitated the movement of swinging the samurai to slash the opponent in front with a very fast movement. Then imitate the movements of his father. After chopping down the opponent in front, without swapping the grip of both hands on the samurai's hilt, the weapon was knocked up backwards. This movement initially felt difficult and stiff. But he has to learn. Got to! What made it difficult was that he did not know the basic moves of the samurai. Not knowing which horses to wear. That's why he's so slow to become proficient.

And yet, after he became proficient in the movement, his horses remained incorrect according to the method of samurai science. The horses and his footsteps he made according to his taste. How does he feel best to attack and fend off, as well as knock down opponents immediately. He kept training day after day. During the day he hunts deer on the mountain. The way is very easy. For almost a year in the jungle, he had memorized where the gazelle drank during the day. He also knew where to approach the beast from. He must stand up under the wind. So that the smell of his body is not smelled by the animal.

Early in the morning he went to the small pond. Get down in the low bush. Stay there like a dead tree. But one day he got a test. The one who came to drink there was not a deer but a leopard. This animal came precisely from the top of the tree where the Bungsu was lying under it. The tiger soon learned of his presence. He pounced on the Bungsu. But for the youngest, the speed of this tiger is nothing compared to the speed he has in plucking and using samurai.

He lay still as the tiger leaped over him. When he was a little more, that was when his hand moved. Twice he swung his hand, the next moment his samurai re-entered the nest together with the collapse and cut off both leopard bodies. He was half lying down. After all, that was the first time he used his spoils samurai against living beings.

That afternoon he did not eat the meat. Except eating leopard meat. The tiger meat he burned. The fire he made by pitting two strong stones. But the speed of hitting the tiger that comes pouncing can not be used as a measure. The safest tiger that has a large body is still slow when compared for example with the flight of flies.

This is what he learned after that. The remains of the tiger carcass invite many flies to his nearness. He closed his eyes. Concentrate. There is a stark difference between her father learning silat and her studying now. His father used to study silat just for self-guard. Then circumstances made him a Silat Master. Less high levels. Everything else with him now. He learns because he is determined to take revenge.

And his desire to be smart quickly is very burning.That is why in the craft of practicing, his father must have lost diligently than he does now. He closed his eyes. Flies began to connect to the rest of the leopard's carcass. He heard a green buzzing. Then he started counting. Too many. He heard the shakes of his wings as he flew. His hands began to soften. Glow like silk. Like there's no bone in his arm. Then he focused his hearing.

Now!

Suddenly his hands moved quickly. Four times he slashed, then suddenly the samurai vanished back into his nest behind a sheath cloth slung on his shoulders. Without opening his eyes he could tell that in the four times he had made the cut, only two green langau died. There's a broken stomach. There's a little head-spirited. A samurai must know exactly what part he wants to hurt. And the part he wants to do must be able to do. He wiped the sweat. Then sit down again. Repeat the exercise from the beginning. Pull out and cut down the lights. So keep going day by day. So the days change weeks. Week changing months. Months change years!

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