TRIBAL SABUNG
Chapter 1. - Bag Orphanage. 1 - the

The white and yellow lights from the floodlights above the stadium ceiling panned towards an arena the size of a football field. This oval-shaped building has a capacity to accommodate 110,000 spectators. The entire bench was fully filled, two camps were formed, dressed up as per the characteristics of their mainstay players. On the right side, the male audience wears a white T-shirt with a maroon and black coloured cocoa shirt, heavy pants, and a green belt around the waist..

When a young man appeared, boisterous screams and applause could be heard welcoming the champion. The young man was in his thirties with curly black hair, wearing black clothes, and a circular gold geometric batik patterned cloth around his waist with the rest of the cloth extending to his knees.

On the left side, the opponent's backers wear clothes with long-sleeved tops, subordinates of soft yellow knee-length pants. Some wore woven cloth scarves that were coiled around the neck.When another champion appeared, this time the sound of trumpets was heard welcoming him. The man in his twenties with black flap hair, resolute jaw and brilliant eyes walked into the middle of the arena. He was wearing similar clothes to his supporters, only the colors were distinguishing. The champion was dressed all in red, also wearing a batik headband patterned Lontara black and white.

“Goodnight everyone!”

A young man dressed all in black with a brown batik blangkon on his head, standing between two champions, he again exclaimed excitedly.

“Tonight night determination. Who will be Indonesia's Representative in the next World Tribal Cup?!”

“Is Benjamin from the Betawi Tribe?” the screams on the right side rumbled.

“Is Tole of the Toraja Tribe?” this time the left side cheered.

The host smiled widely, he raised his right hand up, and,

“Not much more to say! Let's see it together!” then his hand gesture made a straight line vertically as a sign of the start of the fight between tribes.

The sound of a long bell signaling the match began was heard.

Tole moved first, the silver ring that coiled on the palm gently shone. A second later appeared a shield 110 cm long, then the Toraja champion pulled a 1-meter-long iron spear with an iron tip consisting of two double-edged blades of red gemstone embedded in the middle of the iron shield. Kanta and Bessing Banraga, that's how people call weapons from South Sulawesi.

The two hands tightened the grip on the spear, a second later Tole made an attack. He shouted loudly, his hand movements were fast, performing a push-pull technique so that the iron spear tip looked lost-emerging quickly and ready to injure the opponent. Even so his opponent was undaunted, Benjamin managed to dodge every attack by dodging to the right, to the left, jumping, even rolling. The voices of supporters were heard telling each other. Makes the stadium even hotter even though the fight has only been running for five minutes.

Tole's aggressive attacks continued, he used the tip of the spear to throw sand, tricking the opponent before he moved to the other side and jumped, preparing to stab the opponent. The clinking sound of the clashing weapons rang out-Tang!- Benjamin finally pulled out the weapon after it had previously held on with his bare hands.

A large axe 90 cm long with eyes crossed towards the handle of the glistening handle exposed to the light of the lamp. This time it was Benjamin's turn to counterattack. Ha! Ha! Ha! The strong swing motion hit the shield several times, causing sparks and air waves. Each attack on Benjamin's strength continued to increase. Tole was pressed, not getting a gap to swing the spear. Betawi's hero attack forced him to stick with Bessing Banraga.

The next three minutes were a tough fight. The Tole Spear let out a blue lightning bolt, its sparks gleaming sharply, ready to strike and give a stun effect on its opponent. Meanwhile Benjamin also put up a fight, using his weapon Beliung Gigi Gledek. The huge axe swung out, making waves of strong wind, banging its opponent several meters back.

Not only a large axe that needs to be monitored, kick techniques and small tricks such as scaling the opponent's legs must not escape supervision. After nearly ten minutes of holding on, the breathing of one of the fighters began to dashed. Tole was exhausted after he had previously continued to make aggressive attacks. Twice his body slammed back two steps, then tried to push forward.

“Aduh!”

Tole oreng when Benjamin managed to scuttle his leg. With the opportunity, the champion Betawi immediately swung a large axe that looked terrible in the eyes of his opponent.

Wush! Buk up!

A punch landed on the cheek, pushing down a ten-year-old boy. Three kids his age laughed at him, two skinny boys and one fat. The dark-skinned, thin-bodied child stood at the front, grinning with a satisfied look.

“The match is over and the winner is Nyoman from Sunda Tribe!”

He exclaimed as he spread out both hands and accepted the intricacies of his two friends.

“Nyoman, The Golden Child, managed to beat the loser and became the champion of the Vice Indonesia in the World Tribal Cup!”

Two of his friends clapped back, cheering. Meanwhile the boy sitting on the ground immediately stood up, clearing the rest of the ground in his pants, as well as the dust in his messy black hair. He looked up, looking at the three of them with a pair of clear blue eyes.

“Already?” tanyanya slow.

Nyoman's grin slowly dissipated, her eyes glancing cynically, yet suddenly turning shocked, she pointed up and exclaimed.

“SKY CAN TALK?!” then he and his friends were loud.

The boy was a reddish-white, in stark contrast to his three dark-skinned companions. He still remained silent, demanding an answer through his gaze. Until finally Nyoman clucked slowly, approached, then stabbed the chest of the interlocutor with his index finger.

“The sky can't talk. If possible, the world would end. So shut up!”

The blue-eyed brat fluttered, both of his hands clenched firmly. At first glance his narrowed eyes glanced at the small notebook and pen lying on the ground, right behind the feet of the fat boy. It was hers, forcibly taken and thrown away when these three children forced her into play, becoming the moons of Nyoman and her friend.

A loud cry sounded from the right. A girl with mature brown eyes and black hair, ran over, then stood in front of the white child and stared fiercely at the other three.

“What do you guys do to the Sky?!”

Nyoman shrugged, “Nothing, we instead kindly invite the Mute to play.”

“Ceet is not mute!” little girl attacked quickly.

“Stop messing with her, Nyoman! Don't you know the saying, ‘don't wake a sleeping tiger.’ Skipping language lessons makes you stupid!”

Do not accept dikatain, Nyoman ingenious ketus. “Be quiet, Yatna! he spoke sign language, wrote on small notes, and spoke only a few words! He looks more like a toothless tiger!”

Yatna shouted furiously, her face was already flushed red and could not be prevented the girl from raising her fist. A fight ensued, the two boys clashed against each other, pulling each other by the collar. No matter how his friends tried to break up, including the Sky that pulled Yatna's arm, tried to stop him.

“Shortly, Sky! I'm not satisfied if I don't hit his empty head!”

With two small hands, Yatna pulled the rough Nyoman shirt and then smashed her head so that their two eyebrows clashed. It was a painful hard blow.

Nyoman suddenly fell silent, the next two seconds her face turned red and the sound of crying like ambulance sirens sounded deafening. This great battle was won by Yatna. But what awaits after this is not fun. Arriving at the Orphanage Foundation, Teteh Salsa had ruffled her waist in front of the door, staring at them one by one. His brown eyes were clear and sharp, always managing to make the children submissive.

“this time what happened?”

Salsa tea asked in a soft and firm voice. He knelt down in front of the children so that his gaze would be equal when he spoke.

“I can guess, but you guys must know that honest words are better than anything.”

“Nyoman disturbs the Sky again.” Yatna opened her voice first.

“I asked him to play!” the Nyoman assault.

The two of them look back at each other, Yatna pushes Nyoman rough until the boy takes a step back.

“You didn't invite him to play, but put him down, insulted him mute when you didn't!”

“Quite kids!”

Salsa exclaimed, stopping the two children who were ready to fight again.

“Nyoman, you have promised not to insult, or insult your friends again. We are a family, although not blood but we live and grow up together. Whatever their shortcomings and advantages, we will accept them.”

Nyoman back down, “I'm sorry, Teh.”

“You know who to apologize to, don't you?” Salsa asked back and smiled slightly as Nyoman nodded and turned right.

The boy reached out to the sky that was still bowed from earlier.

“Sorry, it has insulted you.”

The sky flanged, smiling faintly. “Se-happy you regretted it,” even though it was stammered he said slowly while reaching for Nyoman's hand.

“And you, Yatna.” This time Salsa pointed at the little girl who was jerked softly when her name was called.

“How many times big brother said, not all problems finish with boxing. You're a girl, why does your fist speak first than your mouth?”

Yatna was grinning widely, clearly from the look in her eyes she was not to blame. “I've spoken first, just ask Sky. But Nyoman's lemes mouth does invite to be beaten.”

Nyoman was about to exclaim no acceptance, but was silent when she saw Salsa glaring. Yatna lowered her head, and apologized for arguing. Afterwards the five of them were sentenced to clean the kitchen and help prepare dinner.

Continues…