THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
MET WITH CALIGUNDI (2)
From far away there were sounds of guns and great clashes. Rangga accelerated his path. And when he reached the courtyard of the house that was rather dark then he saw how the courtyard of the house was now turned into a battleground.
Six humans, pair after pair were fighting a great and fast battle. On the steps of the large house he saw standing Nilamsuri.
Under the stairs, with arms crossed stood a tall slim man. Rangga had never seen this man before. But he was sure that humans
this must be Kalingundil.
At the end of the page on the left stands Bergola Wungu. As the two who were before, his eyes looked out into the middle of the courtyard, watching his way
skirmishes.
Three of Kalingundil's men, Saksoko, Majineng and Krocoweti, are not really low-level people. Their game of cleaver is pretty shrewd.
But facing the men of Bergola Wungu namely Ketut Ireng, Seta Inging, and Pitala Kuning they lost nimble. In nine courses Krocoweti was forced to give his life to be hit by the Yellow Pitala thorny mermaid!
Krocoweti is rolling on the ground with a slashed chest!
Three moves later followed Majineng. His neck was almost blown off by Seta Inging. A long battle took place between Ketut Ireng and Saksoko.
These two men have the same level of intelligence and are both armed with machetes. But by the victory of his two friends Ketut Ireng got the spirit and
big guts. Five moves in front of his machete strike unbearable. Finally the short-bodied Saksoko screamed horribly when her distended stomach was blown
cleaver tip!
His business was rubbing and pinning on the ground!
The jaws of Kalingundil appear to clench tightly and protrude. Both of his legs are out. It was because it was dark nobody saw how the two arms were
Kalingundil turned black to the fingers of his hand.
Preceded with a snapping sound that not only violently shook the chest but also shook the ground then
jump Kalingundil into the middle of the yard where three of Bergola Wungu's men are.
Seventeen years ago the prowess of the steel arm was already admirable. And now you can imagine how powerful it is!
Three screams of death tore through the darkness of the night!
Ketut Ireng, Seta Inging and Pitala Kuning were thrown up to five-six spears and were laying on the ground without a life!
Bergola Wungu witnessed the grievous death of his three disciples with trembling bodies.
”Wungu Stadium! What are you waiting for! Go ahead if you really want to avenge a thousand carats!”
Despite how his anger blazes but Bergola Wungu said, ”Don't talk too cool, motherfucker! I'm still kind enough to let you breathe in a few hours! I'm Bergola Wungu waiting for you tomorrow morning at sunrise in Jatiwalu Cemetery! I want your life to fly to hell witnessed by my father's grave!”
After saying so, Bergola Wungu swivel the body. But by then Kalingundil had already invaded it with both hands outstretched!
Bergola Wungu who knew the prowess of the steel arm did not dare to welcome. He twitched to the side and waved his right hand. A swarm of wind snatched into Kalingundil's chest. Kalingundil jumped to the side and slammed his arm back. But this can also be avoided Bergola Wungu. In a short while these two people were already involved in three moves. Entering the fourth step suddenly from the dark part under the drowning tree sounded a cursing sound.
”Kalingundil crazy! People have already given the opportunity to fight tomorrow morning is still wild! Gelo's right!”
Kalingundil out of the battle. Immediately he slammed his arm into the direction of the coming sound.
”Don't just curse the kunyuk! Come out!”
A fierce wind swept into the dark place, smashing into the drowning tree until it fell. But the one who cursed had already escaped. And when he looked to the side, Bergola Wungu had already disappeared!
Will Nilamsuri so recognize the voice that was cursing earlier without waiting longer he immediately chased to a dark place.
A few dozen meters later, on the outskirts of the village
near the rice field, the person being chased knows that he is being stalked. Using the science of lightening the body that had reached a very high peak he jumped
to one branch of the tree and waiting.In fact, the one who was chasing was the blue-clothed girl. Soon he jumped back down.
”We meet again, Nilamsuri..”.
”Eh, how do you know my name?” the girl asked in surprise.
Rangga Geblek laughed and replied, ”Too many people ask questions. Too many mouths to testify! What's the matter you chasing me?!”
”Are you meddling in my father's affairs?!” back to asking Nilamsuri.
Rangga Geblek stepped closer to the girl. His sharp looking eyes made the girl's heart flutter. The Rangga is getting closer too. Nilamsuri receded, but his body was restrained by a tree trunk.
”Your father Kalingundil, isn't he...?” hisses.
The girl nodded.
Rangga grinned. He held the girl's shoulder. Nilamsuri was about to close his hand but it did not happen because at that time Wiro bowed his head. A hot taste ran blood on his body when the young man's lips dared to kiss his lips.
Then the other hand of the young man rubbed his face. He just shut up. It was also still silent as the hand slid down below his neck.
”Rangga... You are very sad... cherryawis once,” whispered the girl half whimpering.
The young man grinned.
”Why do you follow me...?”
”A... I like you Rangga...”.
Rangga didn't ask much more. The shouldered body was soft and rushed to the middle of the rice field where there was a dangau. The night wind was very cold in the open air. But their bodies were engulfed in a deep hot sweat
doing what they had never experienced before, in feeling what they had never felt before!
*****
The morning sunlight is yellowish. The air is fresh. But the freshness was not felt by three humans who were in the cemetery of Jatiwalu. The two are Bergola Wungu and his great enemy Kalingundil. The third Nilamsuri. This girl's paras is a bit pale.
Bergola Wungu stopped his steps several spears in front of Kalingundil.
”Get out your weapon Kalingundil!”
Kalingundil laughed and spat on the ground. ”To face a human like you do not need to use all weapons! Start!.” Kalingundil's mouth was pouting and for a moment then it appeared that both of his arms were black!
It was also heart-wrenching that Bergola Wungu saw the opponent's two arms. But of course it's not shown.
Instead he said, ”Good if you don't want to use a gun. That
hasten me sending you to hell!”
Bergola Wungu pulled out his long machete. With the tip of the weapon he pointed towards the two tombs on the cemetery hill.
”You saw two tombs on the slope there, Kalingundil?!”
Kalingundil did not dare to take his eyes off because he was worried that this was just a trick.
”It was the grave of my father. The spirits of the inhabitants of the tomb will cheer happily when you watch for a moment your head roll!”
”No need to sell a despicable human bacot! Thank my arm!”
Accompanied by the fierce wind, the two arms of Kaligundil hit after. Bergola Wungu flashing a machete breathing one of the arms of the opponent!
How surprised he was when his machete was unable to cut off the opponent's arm even his machete eyes became a sumplung!
Immediately Bergola Wungu remove the greatest skill from his science of cleaver that is the style of ” tear the sky.” For a moment, Kalingundil's body was enveloped by a beam of machete!
And one move upfront Kalingundil is desperate great. Many times he slammed his arm towards the opponent but Bergola Wungu twitched very quickly. Curiously Kalingundil try
he rifles the opponent's weapon with both arms.
”Ha... ha.. hurry up and ask God for repentance for your mistakes, Kalingundil! Soon your head will roll!” ejek Bergola Wungu's.
Kalingundil's growls are not the reeds of the braids. ”We will see who will die first kunyuk berewok!”, he replied mockingly.
Kalingundil exclaimed loudly, ”Receive this secret weapon of mine, kunyuk!”
Hundreds of black needles then pounded against Bergola Wungu but with just one round of machete the secret weapon fell all to the ground!
”Great! Great....great!” sounds from the west. The person who spoke it away was still about a hundred spears. But as soon as his voice ended that instant he was already at the scene of the battle!
You can imagine the great science of running that person.
”Great is great, Bergola Wungu! But maybe you didn't know that man was my part!”
Both Bergola Wungu and Kalingundil are equally jumping from the battle. For Kalingundil this is an advantage because at that time he was desperate. Both of them looked at the person standing under the tree. Kalingundil frowns are Bergola Wungu valves the jaws tightly so familiar to the newcomer!
”Kalingundil! You don't have to look at me with all the wrinkle! Where is the human named Mahesa Jenar?!”
”Large-mouthed young man, who are you?!” kalingundil.
”He asked! Damn right!”, Rangga Geblek's jerky.
”Seventeen years ago you and Mahesa Jenar killed Ranamaya, my father!
Also killed my mother and Jarot Karsa!
Do you have a brain that can still remember it?!”
Kalingundil cursed in the heart. Is this man also about to avenge his people like Bergola Wungu? Looking at the inner energy that accompanied his voice earlier Kalingundil was already able to measure the prowess of this human. Hearts complaining!
Serving Bergola Wungu alone he was stuck, let alone facing two opponents at once!
”What do you want young people?!”
”What do I want....?!” Rangga laughed.
Anxious Nilamsuri immediately interceded by saying, ”Rangga... he is my father!”.
”I know sweet sister...,” and the young man laughed again. In his laughter he could still remember the intimacy and happiness of the life he felt with the girl in
dangau in the middle of the rice field last night.
”That's why I kindly came here just to ask for his right hand only!”
”Rangga!” nilamsuri's face turned pale.
Bergola Wungu himself knew that what Rangga Geblem said was not nonsense. He had seen the prowess of this long-haired youth!
Instead Kalingundil let out a big laugh. ”I think you still deserve to ******** same you have a mother!”, he sneered.
”The words are quite funny, Kalingundil! I'm happy for those humans who like to talk funny!” Rangga Geblek stepped closer to Kalingundil.
Nilamsuri jumped in the face to hold the young man but at that time also from beside Bergola Wungu who had long held his rage against Kalingundil, then when he saw the son of his arch-enemy was jumping in the face, then when he saw the son of his arch-enemy jumped in the face, without waiting any longer immediately released his long machete!
Nilamsuri!
His body was thrown to the ground. His chest was torn big. Bloods
gush!
Bergola Wungu who saw no chance for him to intervene against Kalingundil immediately ran to the hillside of the cemetery and exclaimed:
”Man named Rangga Geblek!
There is still a little business between us!
If you feel like you have the guts to continue, I'll wait in Nagreg Cave!”
”Satan pedestal right!” maki Rangga Geblek's. He struck his right hand towards the hillside of the cemetery. The wind is like a great roaring storm. Gravestones and graveyards flew. Trees falling. The bush is covered with bald patches!
But Bergola Wungu has vanished behind the hill!
Rangga Geblek turned his head and he curses again when he sees Kalingundil running away.
”Can only run Kalingundil! But leave your arms first!”
Once the young man jumped in the face, he caught up with Kalingundil. Tibatiba Kalingundil turned around, pulled the dagger around his waist and stuck it into Rangga Geblek's stomach!
The attack was launched with a flash and because of fear it did not hit its target. The one who was attacked quickly moved his right hand.
”Kraak”!
Kalingundil. His right hand is on the shoulder of the date. Bone's dislodged!
Flesh and muscles and veins are so horrible!
The man is like a pig pig boar as still sitting here. He was about to run again.
”Eee.... wait for Kalingundil! Why the rush to escape?! Receive this memento picture first!”
After saying so Rangga Geblek bent his right hand palm onto Kalingundil's eel!
On the skin of this man then emblazoned palm painting
the hand follows five fingers with the image of a trident dragon at its center!
Kalingundil is as still as a pig!
Blood splattered from the wound on his hand. Rangga Geblek laughed. He noticed that the man was running like a demon! His left hand twirled the Kalingundil arm he was still holding.
Suddenly he threw the piece of the arm. Like an arrow the piece of lengen shot and hit Kalingundil's back, making the man lying
lay face down on the ground, but immediately get up again and run away again!
Rangga Geblek stopped his waves when his ears heard the sound of Nilamsuri groaning. Quickly near the girl's body. He knelt on the ground. His eyes narrowed looking at the large wound on the chest of the girl. Nilamsuri's life is no longer possible. He carried the girl in the shade and laid her down.
”Rangga...” Nilamsuri opened his two eyes which had become my eyes. ”Rangga.... hug me....,” the door.
Rangga Geblek embraced the girl.
”Cium me…. Stirrup..”.
The young man kissed Nilamsuri's cheek. Then kiss his lips. The lips are so tight and cold now, not as wet and warm as they were last night. Nilamsuri's breath was slow and satusatu. His eyes are getting faded.
”My peace to know you only got here, Rangga...” whispered Nilamsuri.
”I'll treat your wound, Nilam. You will recover...” said Rangga also comforting.
Nilamsuri. Along with putting the smile on his lips then at that time his spirit was released leaving the body.
The young swordsman from Ciremai Mountain took a deep breath. His heart was frozen to witness the death of the girl. Nilamsuri was still embraced last night, still in her touch. Not even the warmth was due to the fact that Nilamsuri's body gradually grew cold.
Rangga let out a long breath once again. The torn part of the clothes on the chest of the girl. On the skin of the chest that is still intact, just above the next breast
left of the girl, using the index finger tip of her right hand, Rangga wrote a picture of the sky dragon trident.
He leaned the lifeless body against the tree trunk carefully. Then step this warrior out of that place. And as if nothing had ever happened, like none that had just happened, from the lips of this young man a whistling sound was heard.
Whistles singing erratically….