THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
FOUR BREWOK GOA NAGREG
Who are the four men dressed in all black and who both keep the berewok? They named themselves Four Brewok Goa Nagreg, with Bergola Wungu as its leader.
They are none other than a plunder of hapless robbing across the Cimandilu river which is famous for its ferocity in the area around it.
Formerly, Bergola Wungu is a descendant of good people whose father died in the hands of Kalingundil, the head of the unfortunate robbing crosswise and nesting in the village of Jatiwalu.
After his father was killed, his family was crushed while the violence of Kalingundil and three of his men increasingly become - so hit Jatiwalu then Bergola Wungu who was then twenty-six years old left his hometown with a determination that is looking for a teacher silat who can teach knowledge and devotion to him.
He managed to find a teacher and then managed to get three men, then poor Bergola Wungu across the river Cimandilu, became the feared chief robber.
And when he felt the moment to retaliate had arrived then with his three men he departed for Jatiwalu. But when he reached Jatiwalu, Kalingundil and his men were not there, went out of the village and no one knew. The house is empty and empty.
Bergola Wungu decided to wait until his great enemy returned. And until that day Kalingundil still did not appear.
They sat in the store at the place they were back. For how long no one can speak. Bergola Wungu sips his broth until it runs out.
”I think the man may be one of Kalingundil's men..”, said Ketut Ireng, the man who sat in front of Bergola Wungu.
Bergola Wungu put his bamboo glass to the table. He thought, if that one was really Kalingundil's men, it must have meant to demand a reply to meet failure. If Kalingundil's men are so great, let alone Kalingundil himself!
Indeed, the time of the past fifteen years is a long time to add to the science of worship. But if the greatness of Kalingundil's men is like the reality earlier, this is unexpected Bergola Wungu at all!
”No way....,” hiss Bergola Wungu. ”There is no way that man was a Kalingundil!
We're not sure if he's really human! And I remember that Kalingundil only had three accomplices! I know the looks of them all!”
”But it is not impossible for a dozen years the number of his men increased,” interrupts a man named Seta Inging.
”I still do not want to believe...!”, said Bergola Wungu.
His hands were passed on to the shop owner.
”Sini! snapped it.
The shop owner's parents came in with fear and bowed.
”How many Kalingundil boys are all?”
”Free three, Den. Just three...”
”Still the former too....?”
The old man nodded.
”And no one here knows where they go?!”
”None, Den...”.
”In addition to the four of them, who else stayed in the mansion....?”.
”No, Den...”.
”Already died, Den...”.
”Also a daughter…. Is he dead too?!”
”No.”
”Then where is the woman now?”
”Father don't know, Den..”.
”Lying!”
”Really don't know, Den..”.
”Burn this store!”, threatened Ketut Ireng.
And the old man knelt down to be pitied. ”Do not den. Don't burn this shop…. Poor dad…. But maybe he's with Kalingundil. Probably also…. Might as well stay at her aunt's place.”.
”Where is his aunt?”
”No idea, Den...”
”No idea just!”, snapped Bergola Wungu.
”You humans who have been trampled upon by humanity by Kalingundil, who was blackmailed and stripped of his wealth, who was killed and tortured, still protect those bastard humans!”
”We all hate and grudge against Kalingundil and his men, Den. But we are weak people. No power to fight.......”.
”You are not weak but stupid and cowardly!” snarled Ketut Ireng. Then he continued, ”if a few days in advance we still have not met Kalingundil and his claws, I will burn his house, as well as the whole village.!”.
”Oh no, Den…. No, Den. At least Raden must remember that this village was once a raden village as well..”.
”Truly!” said Bergola Wungu, ”but after my father was killed and my family was exterminated, this village is not my village anymore! The people of this village were silent, not taking care when my mother was damaged in her honor, when my brothers were slashed in her neck! Should I admit this as my village? Fuck this fuckin' village!”
Bergola Wungu slammed his bamboo glass into the table. The table board broke, the mental bamboo glass split in two!
”They are not afraid, den, not unwilling to help, but have no power. Kalingundil and his men are highly educated..”.
”Shut up!”, snapped Bergola Wungu.
The old man of the shop owner was silent.
Ketut Ireng take part now, ”You know who is that gondrong human hair who was eating here?!”
”No idea, Den. Really do not know....”.
”Have gone there!” bengola Wungu.
The old man passed quickly. Soon Bergola Wungu and his three men left the tavern without paying a rancid pitcher for what they had eaten and drank!
