THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
GRUDGES OF THE SAKTI

Just a moment of quiet interjecting. If the shadow of the figure of the warrior Trident of Death has vanished swallowed by the darkness of night, then the inhabitants of Bojongnipah will escape the message of the swordsman. Crowd together they stormed the two Luwing Tread men who were helpless, tied to the ledge and spotted. 

Dozens of weapons such as rain falling on the heads and bodies of the two men. There was no sound of the screams of these two people, not even a groan. They have met the fate of retribution for their crimes. Both of them exhaled with their bodies bathed in blood and their faces shattered beyond recognition. 

Ki Lurah Kundrawana did not see what the residents of Bojongnipah did. Along with Kratomlinggo and three others, riding on horseback, he left Bojongnipah for the Kulon Trench, a rarely visited branch, located about ernpat kilometers from the village. The only building in the Kulon Trench is the old temple described by the Luwing Tread men. 

Therefore, even though the night is not difficult to find it. Ki Lurah Kundrawana lit the torch carried. Accompanied by the other four he entered the old temple. Although he met his son in a sad state but Kundrawana felt relieved and happy because the only child was still breathing. 

His son sleeps on dirty tiles in dirty clothes. His body was thin and his face was pale from being unkempt. His hands and feet were tied. Kundrawana knelt and hugged her son. Kratomlinggo opened the rope that tied the hands and feet of the child who was awake at that time. Tears flowed down Ki Lurah Kundrawana's cheeks. But the tears this time were happy tears. 

Meanwhile elsewhere .... 

Palak Luwing felt his stiffened body being knocked away in the darkness of the night by someone. When the not-so-bright moonlight shone on the trees along the path they were on and shone faintly upon the man. 

Mr. Luwing was astonished and thoughtful. The man who took her running was not known to her at all. Who he is and where this man is going to take him. Is he the one who will help her or not? 

But looking at the gurgles and his words towards the long-haired young man earlier, Tapak Luwing could slightly make sure that this man did not mean evil to him. Secretly his heart was relieved. Then carry him: 

“Buddy, who are you?”. 

“Don't ask much first”, answer the person who shouldered it. His voice was big and raucous, his running like the wind. 

“Where are we?”, ask Tapak Luwing again. 

“I told you not to ask anything first. What don't understand?”. 

Father Luwing was curious. But he complied and shut his mouth. Throughout the journey, only one thing was known by Father Luwing about the man who shouldered and carried his run. That is, the man is the butt of his right hand up to the shoulder. 

When he arrived at a small lake, the man with the muffled hand finally stopped his running. Luwing's foot was lowered and propped up against a tree by the lake. Then the release of tootokan on the body of the Luwing Tread. 

“Turn your breath and blood. Put energy in”, said the stumped hand. 

Father Luwing immediately did just that. Not asked was he supposed to have intended that, in accordance with every teaching of silat from any school and class. 

Then with his only hand the man deftly treated the broken arm of the Luwing Tread and wrapped it with a piece of cloth. 

“I owe you a debt of gratitude and life pal”, Tapak Luwing said. 

The man who helped her laughed. “There is a debt there is a receivable”, he said among his laughs, “there is a reply”. 

“You mean buddy?”, ask Tapak Luwing. 

“In one day the help I give you this I will collect”. 

The Luwing Tread knitted its forehead. “You didn't charge, if there's a chance I'll definitely reply. Even if I am healed and you are willing to go to Kali Comel, I will give you possessions, jewelry and money no matter how much you like” 

The dumb-handed grinned. His teeth are black. 

“I don't need all that,” his sis. 

He held a bandage in the arm of the Luwing Tread. A moment later the Luwing Tread felt a powerful deep flow of energy seeping into his body. His body was refreshed now and the pain in his broken arm was reduced. 

“I know who you are. I've long heard of your poor cabal running across Kali Comel. And when you found out that you were around here, came up with one intention to meet you”. 

“What does that mean?”, ask Tapak Luwing. 

“So I told you, there is a debt there is a receivable, there is a return. One day I'll need your energy”. 

“Don't worry, I'll be ready. But for what purpose?”. 

“You don't need to know what you need. You'll find out later too. Listen, later on the thirteenth day of the twelve months you should come to Mount Tangkuban Perahu” 

“Mount Tangkuban Perahu?”. 

“Yes. It's still about eight months from now. And one thing you must remember. Never try to go back to the village of Bojongnipah to make calculations with Ki Lurah Kundrawana, it is wrong that you can meet with the bastard who has harmed you earlier. However for now you will not be able to deal with it. There was a time to settle things with him. Therefore you must come to Tangkuban Perahu on the thirteen day of the twelve months. Listen?”. 

Tapak Luwing nodded. “You know who that bastard is presumably?,” he asked. 

“His identification tag has been written on your forehead”. 

Surprised by Mr. Luwing. His forehead. There was no pain but the forehead skin was a bit worse than before. 

“Crack to the lake it”. 

Luwing's foot crawled to the edge of the well. He bowed close to the clear lake water and under the illumination of the stars and crescent moon he faintly saw a picture. Trisula's Images. Palak Luwing looked astonished at the dumbfounded hand and then looked again at his face in the well water. Swiped his forehead. He was wiped again several times but the image of the trident did not want to be lost. Wiped his forehead with well water then rubbed again repeatedly. Still, the image of the trident does not want to be lost. 

“With anything and any way the image will not be able to disappear from your forehead, said Luwing. The image was painted with palms containing profound energy and extraordinary devotion. Even if your forehead skin is exfoliated to the block of your head then on the bone of your head even the image has seeped” 

“Who really is a young man with long hair with the image of the trident identifier?”, asked Tapak Luwing anyway. 

“The name is Rangga Geblek. He's so happy”, replied the dumbfounded hand. “But,” he said then added, “from thirteen months twelve later, the end will be until”. 

Quietly, though the stumped hand did not explain but the Luwing Tread knows now, that between the stumped hand and the young man with long hair who had harmed him there was a grudge. 

“During the next eight months”, said again the dumbfounded hand, “kuanjurkan to you to practice silat science that you have to make it more great”.

Tapak Luwing nodded. 

The dumbfounded hand said: “Now we are apart. Don't forget the thirteen days of the twelve months. And don't try not to fulfill my command ini”. 

“Where are you going buddy?”. 

“Urusanku still many”. 

“But you still haven't explained your name”. 

“My name is Kalingundil”

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