TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
Tikam Samurai :(Episode 9) greetings in the past
With a face that remained gloomy and a haggard gleam of eyes, he looked at the man one by one. He immediately recognized them. They are fighters. Two of them were his father's students, the other a disciple of Datuk Maruhun.
”Assalamualaikum.....” sweep slowly after from the intercepting party for a while.
stay out of voice.
One of the men coughed a little, the man he knew as Malano, his father's disciple.
”What you need to come here Bungsu..” Malano asked.
How painful that question is. This is his hometown. Her place
born and raised. Now he went back to his village to see his father, mother and brother. As clear as it was coming, there were still people asking, why did he come back. But despite the bitter question, with his head still down he still answered in a low voice.
”I want to see the graves of father, mother and sister …. ”
”You've seen their graves, haven't you?”
Another one asked. Without looking at the person, he knew that the one who asked was
Sutan Permato's. Silat disciple Datuk Maruhun.
”Yes. I come from graveyard.”
”Well, if you have seen, now leave this village...” Malano's voice is heard again.
He raised his head. These last words were like commands and threats all at once. Is
he didn't hear wrong? It seems that it is not. The six men surrounded him. Look at him with hate. And from behind the door cloths, from the houses adjacent to their place, women and children peeked at the incident.
”Why should I leave this village?” she asked.
”Why…? cis.. because of this.?”
he threw his feet and hands into his body. He was stretched from one foot to the other. From one hand to the other. And he finally fell down. Caught with mouth and nose bleeding.
”If you do not look at Datuk Berbangsa children's waang, we have chopped the body of the waang curse. Fucking traitor. Gamblers accuser. If until the afternoon the waang is still in this village, do not blame us if the life of our waang ends”
That's Malano's voice. He only heard the sound, then the six men left. The boy was as before. I don't understand a single step. An incomplete man as a man. But in his resigned face, the youngest pleaded to God, so that his heart was strengthened not to use the samurai he brought not to harm the people of his village.
He accepted that treatment. Because he knew they were doing it because of their love for the village. His extremely sharp ears were trained to hear the sound of the man's feet drifting away. Even in his face he could tell, that two men were walking towards the North. Three people to the south. The other one went up to the house not far from where he was lying. His ears heard his footsteps. But his body was tired. Eating the man's sixth hand and foot should he admit to being very tight. His stomach feels nauseous. Head throbbing.
This incident is expected to happen by
The imam at the mosque. When the six men revived the Bungsu, the Imam watched him from behind the window of the mosque. He wanted to shout preventing those people from beating the Bungsu. He felt sorry for the young man. But he did not dare to show himself. He didn't have enough courage to ban them. He is the Imam of this mosque. In this mosque he received alms, endowments, zakat or marriage contract money from the residents. If he had disagreed with the population.could residents no longer give zakat fitrah or alms to him. Or if you are going to get married, people just go to Iman or another kadi.
That means closing his livelihood. And in this chaotic age, losing livelihood is a great catastrophe. Ah, naw. He does not want to lose his livelihood by going against the flow of opinion of the population. But when the six men finished the work of their hands, and the youngest lay with his body, he felt ashamed of himself. He is now in the house of God, where every Friday he preaches calling for good. Calling to be honest. Calls to tell the truth. Calling not to be hypocrites, hypocrites to hate God, he often said in his sermons.
What is the name of his job now? Is letting the young man be harmed, not a cowardly and hypocritical act? Didn't he finish Friday telling the young man that he knew his kindness? Didn't he know that the young man was innocent? Why did he not dare to defend the young man? Is his stomach's importance more important than upholding a truth? Suddenly she was ashamed to be in the house of God.
”Punish your weak servant O Allah...” whispered as he stepped down.
He stepped towards the Bungsu who was still face down, He knew, from behind the door and
the windows of the houses of many people peeked. And it also means peeking at him who is now crouching near the body of the Bungsu.
”Bungsu....” he called while turning over the body of the Bungsu. He feels free to see
his nose and lips were bleeding.
”Rise. Let's go to my home”
The young man rose with a firm hold on the body of the priest. The priest is old. His body is weak. But this time his body seemed to get new energy to get the young man to his home. He stopped. Intentionally glimpsed his vision around. Stare into the surrounding houses with your head held high. Like wanting to tell that peeker, that he was defending this young man.
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