THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
TEACHER AND STUDENT WEIRD
It is almost unbelievable when at the top of Mount Ciremai which is as quiet as no human, on a hot day it sounded the sound of laughter
a human! Once in a while the shrill was gone, changing with a snapping sound that was sometimes accompanied by another blaring sound! It is clear that there are two humans
at the top of Ciremai Mountain back then! And both of them seem to be fighting with all the greatness that exists. Fight while laughing! Who are these people?!
The tall slim and dressed in black clothes and cloth was a very black-skinned granny sweating. Black skin is wrinkled
it's nothing more than a thin skin of bone pads!
His face was sunken and this concavity spread into his eyes so that his eyes looked so creepy. Unlike the skin and clothes that are as black as it is, the hair on his head and eyebrows are very white.
And the white hair grew very rarely on the brim of his head which was almost slipperyly shiny balding. But the funny thing about this sparse-haired head, the grandmothers wore seven kundai sticks. And strangely the seven stitches are not inserted on the sidelines of the white hair because it is impossible to insert in the hair that is rare. The seven kundai sticks stuck directly into the grandmother's scalp!
Who are these grandmothers? She is named Eyang Ratih Parwati, a powerful woman who has resigned since twenty years ago from the martial world.
During the unfortunate transverse in the martial world, the last ten years Ratih Parwati has ruled the martial world in the West region of Java even to the extent of Central Java.
During that time he swept and wiped out all evil men. Against evil humans, there is only one conclusion for Ratih Parwati to do is kill him!
No wonder her name is so sweet.
Who was the second person who was at the top of Mount Ciremai and who at that time fought against Ratih Parwati?
He was a young teenager who had just entered the age of seventeen. Her body was sturdy, she looked handsome and her skin was clean yellow, almost like a female skin. Her hair was shoulder-length and somewhat disheveled so that her cool look was like a child.
Actually, the two people were not in the middle of fighting at all because the seventeen-year-old was a disciple of Eyang Ratih Parwati himself!
How the behavior of the teacher, as well as the attitude of the student. Laugh and scream and grin!
Although both are training in intelligence, but every move and attack they launch is really a dangerous attack so that if not careful can harm themselves!
Dust and sand flew. As the trees fell, the bushes were swept back and forth by the wind of blows and the body movements of the two men that were like shadows!
In the right hand of Ratih Parwati there is a dry twig while his student holds a seven-hugged kris.
”Come Rangga! Attack me with – crazy people speeding bees – ! Quick attack, though,
otherwise I fart you have a face!”
Rangga Saksana the student laughed and scratched his head so that his hair was growing frown. Suddenly the sound of laughter
it became hard and shook the ground, dropping the leaves of the trees!
”Ciaaat....!!” A world-high impact came out of the mouth of Rangga Saksana. Body disappeared. The keris in his right hand swept back and forth at a speed that was difficult to catch by the eye. This is what is called a move: a madman speeding a bee.
And indeed the sweeping motion with the dagger although unusually fast but looks like an irregular erratic. The body of Rangga Saksana hoyong sana hoyong here.
But the attack has locked the great grandmother of Eyang Ratih Parwati!
But the old woman was still tickling. Still petatang petiting while playing dry twigs in his hands. If only the one faced by Rangga Saksana at that time was not his own teacher, not a magician like Ratih Parwati, but someone else would have been his body would have been stuck or at least affected,
it was chopped by the eyes of the keris that swept over him like a storm!
Ratih Parwati.
”They're Stray! Still less fast, still less fast!” ratih Parwati.
The disciple cursed in his heart.
”Eeeee.... You're cursing yes?!” hardik Ratih Parvati's.
”See twigs!” yelled the old woman.
Ratih Parwati's body flashed. His right hand that was holding a twig moved. ”Awas ketek your right, Rangga!” (ketek\=armpit).
Although it has been warned, although it has been evaded with incredible speed but still the tip of the branch came faster to the right armpit of Rangga Saksana.
”Breeett!!”
Rangga Saksana's white shirt is torn large in the armpits on the right!
”Buset....! Good thing just my ketek!” exclaim that young man. With a molar crack he lunged to the face.
”Eyang,” said,
”accepted moves – Maling Throwing Stone – this!”
”Ah is just a blistering style so who is afraid?!” follow the teacher.
Rangga Saksana punched his right hand in the face. When his hand stretched straight, his fingers opened and as thick as a lump of hard wind like a stone
huge shot towards the throat of Eyang Ratih Parwati!
The grandmothers laughed giggly. He spit. Although it is only spit and spouted indifferently but because it is filled with deep energy, spit is very dangerous for the vessels of the skin and eyes.
Rangga Saksana twitched to the side. While
kelelelilawainya left hand to add the carrier thrust of his empty hand punch earlier that is – maling throwing stones – which is somewhat constricted slightly due to
it was driven by the spit of Ratih Parwati.
Seeing the opponent's attack still continuing to ferment down the shaft of his throat, Ratih Parwati laughed again. This human being is very strange in nature. Even every
the science he created was given strange and funny names.
The granny's laughing voice vanished, alternating with one loud shrill shrill that pierced the eardrums. His body looks turned upside down and darted like
fly to a branch of a klutuk guava tree!
Simultaneously Ratih Parwati has avoided clumps of hard wind ”maling throwing stones.”
This strong wind struck the tree trunk across there and the tree trunk broke and fell to the ground!
Anxious Rangga Saksana looked up. He saw his teacher sitting well on the branches of the klutuk guava tree while gnawing at the guava fruit!
”Geblek right...!” gerutu Rangga was upset because his attack only hit a tree.
”You want guava, Rangga?!”
And before Rangga Saksana had time to say, his teacher had spouted the klutuk guava seeds towards him. Twenty-one grains of guava klutuk attack almost the entire path of blood in the body of Rangga Saksana!
”Ah, only whose seeds would like!,” replied Rangga Saksana.
He blew into the air and waved both of his hands. Twenty-one grains of guava klutuk
falling to the ground even seven of them turned to attack Ratih Parwati.
But with a slight sway of his right foot, then the great grandmother made the seven klutuk guava clap!
”If you don't like guava, accept this dried twig!” ratih Parwati.
And the dry twig which he had in his left hand threw down, whizzing like an arrow towards the blade of his disciple's head!
Ratih Parwati is a strange old woman. In training his students every attack he launched was really a deadly attack or at least could cause great harm if the disciple was not careful. Every style of silat science that he created was strange in name.
Seeing this dry twig attack the double Rangga laughed. Once he moves the right hand holding the keris then the dry twig is halved right in the middle and falls to the ground.
”It is better to come down from the tree eyang” said Rangga Saksana. ”If not...”
”If not why?” cutting Eyang Ratih Parwati.
”This kris hair, Eyang....! Greet with your bidat to be silly!”
After saying so Rangga Saksana laughed out loud and threw the seven eluk keris in his right hand. The weapon shot out almost imperceptibly due to its speed.
But four seconds later came the giggling voice of Eyang Ratih Parwati. And when Rangga looked up he saw the keris he threw was in a clasp
the teacher's index and right middle fingers.
Rangga Saksana.
Suddenly. ”This is an honorary reply to your butut kris, Rangga!”
Ratih Parwati plucked two of his ancient pricks from his white-haired and rare headstone. Along with the wind that is not throws that are not as powerful then snatch the two kundai piercings towards Rangga Saksana. One attacks the head, the other attacks the stomach!
Rangga Saksana who knew the greatness of the kundai stab would not climb the weapon by relying on a wave of hands containing deep energy.
Preceded with a loud crack, this young man mocked the earth and stretched his body into the air. The kundai piercings passed on his right left, continuing to collapse into the ground!
Eyang Ratih Parwati laughed.
”Good...., good you didn't fend off my attack with a blow of deep power!
No energy in how great even capable of climbing the kundai skewer Rangga!
Eeee... I'm thirsty! Hik... get me some water Rangga! Fast!”
”If thirsty just water sweat!” said the student is funny and like lack of memory also like his teacher.
And the basis of the strange human Eyang Ratih Parwati, he was not angry at all at hearing the obvious joke from his student, but rather laughed out loud.
Suddenly the laughter disappeared. ”Air, Rangga! Quickly!” snatch the woman.
The disciple also passed from that place. Step into a small cottage. At the back of this cottage there is a barrel filled with cold white water. Rangga took it as a pleasure.
When he stepped back to the place to give the water to his teacher, he heard the voice of Eyang Ratih Parwati singing. His voice was not at all sweet. But the words intertwined in the song made Rangga Saksana become astonished and wonder in his heart
Pitulas taun wus katilar,
Pucuking Mount Cereme grill rich biyen mulo,
Sky stuffing blue, but,
Wulan lan suryo stuffing mandeng lan kangen,
Pitulas taun agawe old kang older.
Pitulas taun ndadekake baby brother dadi young man dang dashing,
Pitulas taun wektu agreement, p,
Pitulas taun wiwitane farewell,
Pitulas taun wekdaling....
Means: (Seventeen years have passed.
The summit of Mount Ciremai still remains as it once was,
The sky is still blue,
The moon and the sun were still far-sighted and longing.
Seventeen years old makes the old man older, and,
Seventeen years makes an orok a dashing young man,
Seventeen years of the covenant,
Seventeen years of farewell,
Seventeen years of reprisal).
