Sanggana Swordsman
PAC2: Three Suspicious People
*Fight For Love (PAC)*
Three horses ridden by Joko Calm, Tirana and Kembang Buangi, ran fast. They have far left Jalan Lubang Cahaya and Tongawet Village. They have to race against time.
Every time they encountered someone, Joko decided to ask about the forces of the Wind Sword Group. It turned out that their pursuit direction was correct. Directions from one person to another are connected.
At noon, they decided to rest, including feeding and drinking to their horse mounts.
“Where is Puspa?” ask Kembang Buangi to Tirana, on the sidelines of his break.
“Jumping from the top of the eagle when it reaches the Rocky Jungle. After that, we did not meet him again,” Tirana replied.
“You used that eagle named Gimba? Not with the science of Unlimited Gates?” tanya Kembang Buangi who just found out.
“The Sacred Blood Grains we seek make their owners extraordinary. The three of us were unable to fight it. We almost all died. But luckily, before Kakang Joko died, the Holy Blood Gem belonging to Queen Getara inside Kakang's body gave tremendous power. Puspa's severe wounds could not heal right away, so he could not use his knowledge, forced us to fly with Gimba which took several days. Maybe, if Puspa could use his knowledge that day, we still had time to arrive to the Windscreen before the attack occurred,” said Tirana.
“Actually, if the Queen wasn't taken hostage back then, maybe we could still fight back. The most dangerous person is the officer of the Kingdom of Tarumasaga,” said Kembang Buangi, furious. “The slaughter they committed must be paid in proportion.”
“What does the greatness of the warriors of the Wind Sword Group look like?”
“They only use one style, but the level is indeed above the abilities of the Windscreen warriors. When the Wind Sword warrior played his sword stance, all the warriors around them were instantly cut into pieces by the wind from that stance,” said Kembang Buangi who became a direct witness of the horrors of the sword forces of the Wind Sword Group.
“There's one important thing I haven't told you.”
“What?” ask Kembang Buangi fast.
“Kakang Joko is married.”
“With you?”
“Not. The Princess of Jang Country. Her people are beautiful and powerful.”
“Hah! Then where is he?”
“We left in his country.”
“Joko married, then split durian, then his wife left?”
Tirana laughs at hearing the term “divide durian”.
“With the illness that Kakang Joko has, do you think she can do it?”
Laugh at the two beautiful girls.
“I heard what you guys were talking about,” said Joko who came approaching them within a limited distance.
The two girls were not silent, but rather laughed out loud.
“We continue the journey!” said Joko.
“Come!” sahut Kembang Buangi while standing up.
Tirana just smiled sweetly at her future husband.
“After this problem is finished, we should go directly to the residence of Ki Ageng Kunsa Pari, Kakang,” said Tirana.
“You want to get married soon?” ask Joko without a smile.
“I was intrigued to see how excited the citizens of Wongawet Village want to get married,” said Tirana then laughed lowly.
Joko Calm up his horse that is still grazing. Tirana and Kembang Buangi followed.
“Heah!” gebah Joko Calm.
Tirana and Kembang Buangi also pounded his horse. The three warriors returned in a quick race, leaving behind a roll of dust.
Their fields of weeds are sown, rivers are crossed, hills are climbed, forests are penetrated and valleys they cross.
After their long riding, Joko Calm suddenly stopped running his horse. Tirana and Kembang Buangi also stopped his horse from running.
Tirana immediately understood Joko's intention of Calm stopping, because she saw the existence of a woman in dark red robes looking up under a rambutan tree. The tree grows comfortably in a grassy area at waist level. Seeing the appearance of the long-haired woman decomposing freely, it could be ascertained that she was a martialist.
Unruled, Tirana immediately jumped up and flashed from the back of her horse. He landed lightly, not far by the woman's side.
The presence of Tirana made the tight-skinned woman turn to look at him. So it was clear the maturity of his face, like a woman who had four heads. However, his face did not show any wrinkles.
“Sorry, Nisanak,” reprimand Tirana.
“Hmm, what's up?” asked the robed woman without a smile.
“Oh, they. I saw it yesterday, heading westward,” replied the robed woman, cold without smiling in the slightest. The woman changed direction facing Tirana. Then there was a bright red double fan tucked in his white belt. “If looking for them, just come directly to Scatter Wind.”
“Hambur Wind?” rephrase Tirana.
“Campaign where the Wind Sword Group is centered,” the woman said. “Hey, Beautiful Girl, what's your name?”
“Tirana.”
“Then that red vest youth?”
“That's my future husband, Nisanak. His name is Joko Calm. Oh yes, you must be a martialist. May I know who Nisanak is?”
“Minati Sekar Arum,” replied the robed woman, without the slightest smile. After that he again looked up to see a collection of rambutan fruit on the tree. Some of the fruits are already red and yellow.
“Thank you for your instructions, Interest,” said Tirana. “I'm saying goodbye.”
Interested Sekar Arum just nodded without looking over again.
“To the west, Kakang,” Tirana told Joko upon arrival near the horse. “He suggested that we go straight for Wind Scattering, the village where the Wind Sword Group is centered.”
“Come!” exclaim Joko.
Tirana immediately climbed back on her horse. The three ran back with their mounts.
After far away from the place, they passed by two people who were walking on the side of the road. The two people were a dark red-clothed woman and a skinny dark green-robed old man.
“Rear, stop!” shouted Tirana whose horse was running behind Joko's horse.
The shout made Joko brake suddenly the speed of his horse, so that both legs of the horse raised high. Tirana stopped and approached her lover's horse. The Kembang Bangani is also approaching.
“What's up?” ask Joko.
“Both people were suspicious,” said Tirana.
They looked back, looking at the backs of the two people in dark red and dark green robes.
“What do you see, Tirana?” ask Joko.
“The red-robed woman is like the woman under the rambutan tree earlier,” said Tirana.
“Ignore,” says Joko.
“Good, Kakang.”
Finally they resumed their journey, ignoring the two robed men they had passed.
However, after riding far enough away from the point, one situation made Joko stop his horse's run, followed by Tirana and Kembang Buangi.
“Hahahak!” the laughter of a big man again fat full of fat. The round-faced and white-bearded man was wearing a large white robe that adjusted his body. He laughed until his body was shaken on a large tree carcass.
The man was not alone engrossed in eating a lot of rambutan fruit, but he was accompanied by a dark red-robed woman and a thin dark green-robed old man.
“Women and old men it again,” says Tirana, astonished.
“It looks like the three people had a point to us,” said Joko.
“We just go, Kakang,” Kembang Buangi said.
Joko Calm first brought his horse closer to the three people who were gathering coolly eating the rambutan.
“Sorry, Child, Nisanak!” saya Joko Calm down, without getting off the horse's back.
They all turned away from their busy lives and looked at Joko Calm and her two women.
Upon seeing Joko who looked like a cloud, the fat old man suddenly laughed out loud until his pair of eyes closed.
“Hahahak!”
The skinny old man laughed as well. While the red-robed lady who was none other than Minati Sekar Arum, only smiled ironically.
Fat man catapulted a red rambutan fruit to Joko Calm.
Meatballs!
Along with Joko Tenang cradled the rambutan fruit, know one intangible hard blow lodged in Joko's chest. The young man was thrown hard from the back of his horse and fell strung in the middle of the road.
“Hahahak!” laughter fat old man. (BH)