THE BLOOD OF JAVA

THE BLOOD OF JAVA
JAVANESE BLOOD: EPISODE 168


The atmosphere in the palace of the Wiyagra Malela Kingdom was so calm and peaceful. Everyone is busy with their activities in the morning. Some feed the cattle. Someone's sweeping the streets. Someone was sitting and talking at the restaurant. And there are also those who practice martial arts.


All the routines are done every morning, until night. The kingdom of Wiyagra Malela is never deserted. Under any circumstances, the atmosphere in the Wyagra Malela Kingdom was always crowded. A tall man, was secretly watching all the things that were happening in this place.


His eyes glanced here and there. His gaze was so sharp with meaning. The man had a brownish black hair color. Both of his eyes were big, looking like a bulging person. But his sharp gaze was so soothing. Her smile was sweet, meaning she was a friendly person to anyone.


The people in the Viyagra Malela Kingdom were already not surprised to see people with such physical features. Especially one who wears a long robe, and a turban tied around his head. Because it is certain that people with physical characteristics like this are Middle Eastern people, most of whom they become traders in this place.


It was like he was watching something. I don't know what he was looking for, but what is clear is that he came to this place not just to trade. Rarely would a merchant slip a sword around his waist. Most of them will carry a knitting bag. Not a big sword.


There were some warriors there who tried to get the man to talk. And the man was very fluent in Nusantara. He was as if he was used to being in this place. But somehow, the face of the man looks foreign to the people who are in the restaurant.


"This brother from the Middle East?" Ask one of the warriors.


"Yes brother. I'm from the Middle East."


"Have you been here long? Sorry, we look foreign to us. Different from the other comers."


"I came from the East, to meet the Supreme King Gusti Prabu Jabang Wiyagra."


The warriors who were there instantly grasped the sword that was on their waists. Everyone will be sensitive when they hear there is someone looking for Prabu Jabang Wiyagra. Because Prabu Jabang Wiyagra has a lot of enemies. It was the responsibility of the warriors to protect him.


"Ah.. Calm. Relax, gentlemen. I came with good intentions. I don't want to make a fuss at all. I hope, gentlemen, you don't misunderstand."


"Sorry ki ki sanak, it was not our intention to threaten. But if we dare to do anything, especially regarding Gusti Prabu Jabang Wiyagra, then we will not hesitate to treat ki ki ki kanak like animals."


"alright. Alright. How about gentlemen, take me to Prabu Jabang Wiyagra? Later, we make it clear everything there. We're talking about it all right. Hows it?


"Talk well with the sword at the waist?"


"No... Look at..."


The sraaaangggg!


Suddenly the warriors instantly drew out their swords, and attacked the man. The spontaneous man immediately dodged. The table in front of him was broken, because it was hit by a sword from the swordsmen.


"Wait on! Gentlemen! Listen to me first!"


The men tried to calm down the warriors who seemed to misunderstand him. The man did not put up any resistance. He just dodged and kept dodging. Until finally, the commotion can be stopped after there are soldiers who come there.


"Hey! Stop that!" Shouted a soldier who came with his friends.


"What are you guys doing?!"


"Sorry, Honorable Warrior Master. All of this is just a misunderstanding. These swordsmen suspected me. They thought that I was gonna do shit in this place." Say the man.


"Certainly so?"


"Sorry Sir. We're just guarding this place. It's our responsibility to make sure no one infiltrates this place. Look Master, he carries a very large sword at his waist. And he intends to meet with Gusti Prabu Jabang Wiyagra." Obviously the swordsman.


"But that doesn't mean you have to attack him blindly! Moreover, your suspicions do not have a solid foundation! If Gusti Prabu Jabang Wiyagra finds out, he can impose severe punishment on all of you! Understand?!"


"....You're from the Middle East?"


"True Lord Warrior. I'm from the Middle East. And I intend to meet Maha King Gusti Prabu Jabang Wiyagra."


"What business do you want to meet Gusti Prabu?"


"I want to ask permission from Maha Raja Gusti Prabu Jabang Wiyagra. I want to make a paddle close to the palace. At once, to spread the teachings of religion in depth."


"Sound you all?! The warriors?! You guys have really attacked innocent people! He's a religious leader! And abstinence for us to attack a religious leader!"


"I'm sorry, Mr. Warrior. We apologize for our mistake. We promise to pay more attention to our attitude. We're ready to be punished, if we deserve it."


"Yes! Sure thing!"


"I'm sorry for the mistakes of these warriors, ki ki kanak. My friends I invite you to continue the journey. Bring this stuff, for the ride. Don't stop before we get to the gate of the palace of the Wiyagra Malela Kingdom." Said the soldier while giving him a horse and also a meal.


"Yes Allah... Thank you, Mr. Warrior! Thanks you! I'll return the horse after my business is done."


"Yes. Please."


The man immediately rushed off on his horse, heading to the palace of the Wiyagra Malela Kingdom. While the warriors who attacked the man, were immediately punished. They were required to clean the stables of the soldiers who were there. Until it's completely clean.


The punishment was given to warriors who sometimes did as they pleased. Indeed, their purpose is good. That is ensuring the security of their territory, especially Prabu Jabang Wiyagra. However, their ways are wrong. Because they attack someone without clarity.


They shouldn't attack people, even if they look suspicious. Because basically, the people of the Middle East do have a sword with a characteristic curved, large, and long. That sword was already their trademark. Moreover, they came from far away.


It was only natural for them to carry swords on the long journey. Especially with that guy. He was not a merchant who liked to carry knitting bags. He was a religious leader, as well as a swordsman. Clearly what he was carrying was a sword, not merchandise.