TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
Tikam Samurai (Episode 8) Return of the Bungsu
The village was so crowded. Life has gone on as usual. That day was the day
Friday, the heat is not playing. Men can be said to all gather in the mosque. They
most almost fell asleep when the preacher read the sermon. The sermon that was read
comes from the Japanese rulers. The preachers are no longer free to preach as usual. In the beginning
how to preach is so painful for Muslims. Not only in the village, but also
all over Minangkabau.
But over time it became common. The will of the ruler must be obeyed. Still
fortunately, they were obliged to read only the prescribed sermons. Sermons anyway
it seems that no one is violating the teachings of religion. In addition to the verses of the Quran and Hadith
as always, calling to do good and staying away from the muffled, is now augmented by calling
to obey orders coming from Japan as an elder brother.
Obeying Japanese orders means helping to secure home-country also means
building countries. What is the weight of reading such a sermon, right?actually congregation
I want the sermon to end quickly. But no one dared to leave the mosque. By reason of
they know that if they leave, it means they don't like preaching. And I don't like the preaching in
the mosque means not liking the Japanese call of the old brother. This can invite trouble.
Rather than difficult it is better in the mosque. Though sleepy.
Finally the two Friday prayers were finished.The people shook hands to
go home. A middle-aged man sitting on the very back of the saf was greeted by a man who
sitting next to him. He received the greeting with a smile. But when he looked at
the person who was experiencing it, his smile vanished suddenly. His hands are shaking
that's him pulling fast. He is like a man who looks upon the devil during the day. Then suddenly
he's risen. Then hurry to the door. The two men who were about to come out were hit by him.
”Hey, hurry up it looks like. Where will Datuk go?” the man who was hit at the mosque's door
inquiring.
The middle-aged man called Datuk will first continue to come out.
But he turned around and whispered to the two men who were hit. Both men could not believe it.
They receded back to the middle of the mosque. Staring at the person who was shaking hands with the grandfather. Yang
now still sitting down. These two people also fell. Then quickly pass. Already
this attitude attracts the attention of others. And some people, imitating his actions anyway.
Turn to the middle of the mosque and look at the person who was still sitting down. Then
it was like seeing a demon. Then get out quick.
In a short time, almost all the men in the village, who came to pray
Friday to the mosque, knowing that the youngest cursed child Datuk Berbangsa was still
live, and now he's back in this village. There is an unpleasant and insecure feeling in the heart almost
all the village men for the presence of the Bungsu.
The young man was still sitting in the middle of the mosque. Sit with your head down. He knew just now
people noticed. He knew people whispered they hated him. And that's what he is now
ponder. He thought that with the entry of the house of God his feelings would be calm. Him
they think that in the house of God all people are equal. Not every muslim
the brothers? And isn't this mosque a symbol of the brotherhood of Muslims? Why
the hatred out there must be brought to this holy house? Or in the house of God, even man
actually can not escape from the attitude of human animals. Hating each other, hating each other
spite, mutual over overcome, each other squeezing? Or maybe he is not considered
a Muslim?
”You're the Younger?”
Suddenly a soft voice greeted. Resuscitating himself from daydreaming-He raised his head.
And his eyes were upon the priest who had just said hello. The priest was still sitting in front, in the
near mihrab.
”True. I am this Mr. Haji..” he said while looking down.
”It's been a long time since you arrived in this village?”
Bizarrely. The voice of the priest remained soft. There is no hint of hostility.
”I arrived last night sir...” said he still kept his head down.
„Thanks to your head Bungsu. This is the house of God. Here every human being is equally valued. They just
different charity on the side of Allah.”
The priest seemed to be able to read what was implied in his heart. He raised his head.
He looked at the priest in wonder.
”Punished. Hated. Adored. Lauded. Forgotten. Berate, or ignored. That's what that's
called the life of the Bungsu. Humans have to struggle between those possibilities.
people will not be noble by praise. On the contrary, people will not die from maki caci.”
The youngest pensive. In the mosque there was no one else. It was just him and the priest.
”Where were you last night?” The priest asked again.
”In the old surau downstream of this village pak Haji...”
”Hmm. Still happy to play koa or dice?“
He nodded, his head back down.
”Why not go to your house?”
”I've got there Haji sir. But I saw someone waiting. I don't
dare to wake them. I don't know who has inhabited..”.
”The inhabitant is Sutan Lembang. Your mother's daughter-in-law Datuk Sati. Everyone in
this village thought you were dead.So all your family heirlooms according to custom fell on your mother's brother. He has many houses. That's why your mother's house was told to wait for her
to his daughter. Wife of Sultan Lembang.”
”There is something I want to ask Imam..”.
”About the graves of your father, mother and sister who are in the middle of the home page?”
The youngest was shocked. How sharp is this Imam's hunch. He was going to ask about the cemetery
that's. Last night in the moonlight, the grave he saw no more in the middle of the courtyard.
It was there that he buried his father, mother and brother. Is correct. I want to know where
now their grave he finally said too.
”They were buried in the middle of the page, right? And your brother's near the level. Correct
so?.”
Again he was surprised to hear the accuracy of this Hajj conjecture. ”True sir Haji..”
”And a child you buried near the cajus tree next to the school. Two people
women under the mangosteen. Three men near the buffalo cage. So not
Younger?”
”Does sir Haji have time I bury them?”
The youngest asked between his shock and his. The hajj took a deep breath.
Then he said slowly :
”Allah is Great. Today, God proves what I thought all along. Thank you
Budgies. You have carried out the bodies well. One of the men you
the grave is my sister. And that kid is my ponakan. Thank ye. I've guessed
since inception. That you're the one who buried them. Because at that time we were all
run away. We saw you get hit by a samurai. When we returned a month later,
the cemetery we dug back. We're moving it to the people's cemetery. Your body is not
we encountered. Everyone thought your dead body was dragged by an animal to the foot of the mountain and
touch him there. But I suspect you must have survived. And you are the one
buried them. I don't know how you buried that many bodies deep
wound condition. And I don't know how long it'll take you to bury them, either.
But I'm sure it must be a job that's not easy for you, given your wounds
that bad one. Thanks again, son. For your help in burying my corpse, a corpse
my brother, and the bodies of all the murdered inhabitants. You held their bodies, though
in his life, he always hated you. God will repay your bud.”.
The priest's tears seeped down his cheeks. How not, he was sure this young man had been
help those bodies. But how unfortunate he is. He was unable to explain it to
the villagers about his belief. He was afraid that the villagers would hate him. She became
shame on his weakness. A priest who does not dare to speak the truth is only
because he was afraid of being excommunicated by the villagers. He knew there was a verse that read
Say the truth, though the at bitter. She cried regretting her weakness .
”So the graves of my mother, father and brother have been moved to the graves of the people downstream there sir
Hajj?”
”Yes, they've been moved there son..”.
”Thank you sir...” he then got up.
”Where are you going Bungsu?”
”I'm going to the grave sir…. After that? Not yet I think..”.
”If you are still long in this village. Come to my house. Still in that place
longtime. Near my big tree you used to throw the fruit. Stop by..”.
”Thank you sir. God willing. Excuse me. Assalamualaikum.
”Waalaikum greetings..”.
He got off the mosque. The priest looked at his back. It is strange that the man who came down from
the mosque felt something unpleasant and a tension that gripped them over.
the presence of this young man, Haji sir is just the opposite. When he looked at the young man's back.
staring at his shadow stepping out, there was a kind of feeling of pride and security
his old heart.
Yes, the Bungsu has returned after being presumed dead since the bloody event
exterminated his family a dozen full moons ago. The people in the village did not see a single change in the young man. Their impression of him remains the same as before.
A gambler with a gloomy face and my eyes is like a spiritless man.
And more than that, they still regard him as a curse that has been
unlock the secrets about the preparation of activities in this village against the Japanese. That is
why he remains unwelcome back to his village. That unpleasant feeling immediately
shown on the first day he was in his hometown. When it is walking
heading to his house after returning from the grave, passing a little from the mosque he was confronted by
six men on average have a stocky body.
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