KNIGHTS OF MANAH VALLEY
Suro Menggolo (2)

The first group consisted of Araka, Pak Daryoko and Pak Damar. The three of them stood guard under the shrub, a few steps away from the bushes where Berandal Suro Menggolo disappeared.

The second group consists of Narendra, Ki Darmo and Mara. This group of two stood guard at the edge of the valley and hid behind the bushes, which were some distance from where Berandal Suro Menggolo disappeared.

And the third group consists of several villagers led by the Pataksi. They were guarding a hut located at the end of the village, right entering the area of the Sidang Valley.

They have not yet realized, if Berandal Suro Menggolo run the action only when it rains. It was Gajira's strategy to keep watch if his victims put up a fight and also his strategy to escape.

With rainwater, Gajira was able to kill the victim unharmed. And with the rain water too, the Gemala was able to escape quickly.

The first day of reconnaissance, there was no sign of movement. The sky was clear, it seemed like the rain would not fall. The three groups are still on alert in their positions, remaining vigilant if the enemy shows his form.

The second day there was also no sign of movement from Berandal Suro Menggolo, the sky was clear without any cloudiness. Day three until day seven, there remains no movement from the target. A week also clear sky, without cloudy in the least.

Like the initial agreement, if there is no movement for a week, Araka and her two friends are allowed to return to the White Sword School.

“Ki, it looks like there has been no movement during the week!” said Araka on the sidelines of a meeting with the village officials. “I beg you, Ki!”

“Well son Araka!” sahut Ki Daryoko seemed a little disappointed, because their plan did not work. “I represent all villagers thank you for help from White Sword College!”

The three begged for a farewell to the reconnaissance group and of course to the village chief—Ki Daryoko.

Although there was no movement for a week, the villagers were still worried if one day Berandal Suro Menggolo returned to run the action. While the swordsman they asked for help had left the village.

Araka and her two friends left the village, they were about to return to the White Sword College in the center of the duchy. Through the cool hills full of shady trees, Tritis Village looks beautiful when viewed from the village border hill.

“Araka!” narendra exclaimed in silence, for on the way home they were silent. “Don't you feel weird?"

“White why!” sahut Araka stopped his footsteps.

“Intake me—!”

Narendra assumed that, Berandal Suro Menggolo had known of their arrival. So do not run the action, because there is a White Sword College party that protects Tritis Village. Suro Menggolo did not dare to fight one of the strongest colleges.

“Ahh, that's just your feeling, Narendra!” araka replied with a smile.

“Ahh, you are this!” sela Pataksi laughs. “Go back to college just want to meet Amara, yes Araka hahaha!”

“Awas you yes, Pataction!” angrily Araka runs after Pataksi who leaves them both.

***

After a week of no movement, on the eighth day it rained in the village of Tritis, a sign of Berandal Suro Menggolo carrying out the action. They rob Ki Darmo's house, seize valuables and persecute Ki Darmo and his wife.

Mara who was planting corn seeds behind the house tried to fight Berandal Suro Menggolo. Only with ordinary martial arts capital, Mara was easily crippled by Gajira.

“Restore my treasure!” exclaim Ki Darmo grabbed the cloth package that Gemala brought.

“Be quiet, old fucker!” furious Gemala.

Seeing Mara pass out, Gajira carried the young man with a cradle on her right shoulder. Gajira who is big height, it is easy to bring Mara whose body is thin.

They took Mara as a hostage or a prisoner to ask the village for ransom.

“Let go of my son! Brash rob!” ki Darmo yelled against Gajira's movement. However, with one blow to Gajira's left hand, Ki Darmo fell down with his nose bleeding.

Gajira and Gemala pass by, after draining away Ki Darmo's treasure.

“Quick sir, chase Mara sir!” exclaimed wife Ki Darmo who answered with a cry from Ki Darmo because he felt unable to block Berandal Suro Menggolo.

The rain still flushed with a rush, accompanying the action of Berandal Suro Menggolo. When he reached the middle of the village, Mara woke up from her stupor. However, the young man still pretended to faint, knowing that he was about to be taken to the Inkling Valley.

Mara thought, how can the villagers know the hiding place of Berandal Suro Menggolo and how can they find it? Mara also left a trail by sprinkling corn kernels that are still carried in her pants bag.

Mara estimates she won't run out of her corn. Sprinkle two to three seeds every few steps from Gajira who carried them. While Gemala walked in front with the results of the robbery.

When they arrived at the Valley of Kayang, they disappeared. Just as Mara predicted, the corn seeds she sowed had also been depleted.

It turns out that Gajira and Gemala opened a supernatural portal under twin lamtoro trees right in the middle of the Kindergarten Valley. There is an invisible door, but it can be touched by hand. If the portal is touched by hand, it will open by itself.

***

Araka and her two friends took shelter in a hut on the hill they passed. They are still within the scope of Tritis Village. Araka thought for a moment, if Berandal Suro Menggolo was not stopped, they would continue to haunt and unsettle the villagers.

Even if in Tritis Village there are no more houses that can be drained of their property, they must move to other villages and will continue to move places. Finally, Araka decided to return to Tritis Village while waiting for the rain to subside.

“My feelings are not good!” araka broke the silence. “If not stopped, Berandal Suro Menggolo will definitely act again!”

“No, what I said!” pataksi said while laughing. “Let's go back to Ki Daryoko's house!”

***

“Auntie, can I hitch a ride for a while!” manah Valley said to a middle-aged woman holding a boy sitting on the porch of her house.

“Please, young man!” replied the woman who was none other than Rawi's mother. “Before I have never seen this young man?”

“I Valley Manah, Aunty!” replied the Manah Valley while rubbing her hands in coldness. “I just happened to pass by this village. Why is this village so quiet, Bibi?”

Rawi's mother was still stunned to hear the words of Manah Valley. The middle-aged woman shed her tears considering the events of a few days ago, to make the atmosphere of the village become quiet when it rains.

The Manah Valley was confused to see the woman beside her crying, just after one question escaped from her mouth. Is there something wrong with his words? the inner youth.

“Begin nak Valley—!”

Rawi's mother told me everything that happened a few days ago. With a sob of her sobbing, the occasional middle-aged woman stroked a boy's hair in her arms—Alang.