THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
WIFE-TO-BE

The Wirja Pranata family is a large noble family in Ujung Kulon. While young between Wirja Pranata and Fatahillah there is a close friendship, so that at one time the two friends promised that if they later one has a son and daughter, then one of them has a son, later on, the two will be betrothed. Wirja Pranata's noble daughter, Anjarsari, had long known that she was betrothed to the King of Banten. But so far she has never met face to face with her future husband. And when Sultan Hasanuddin appeared in the afternoon, the nobleman Wirja Pranata was surprised. 

"Sultan, what has happened ? Why come without escorts and in clothes like this?” 

Sultan Hasanuddin bit his lips to hold his heart. After what struck his heart diminished, he began to speak. It shocked the entire noble family of Wirja Pranata, including the stolen Anjarsari heard the narration from behind the walls of his bedroom. Some time the silence interrupted. The nobleman Wirja Pranata and his wife sat dumbstruck without being able to say anything. The Sultan himself was also silent some of his Lama. 

When the Sultan was invited back to clean himself, then secretly Anjarsari stole peeps from between the doors. His heart was pounding and his blood was pounding. Ah, in fact the Sultan who would have her husband was a handsome young man with a delicate yellow skin, almost as smooth as a female skin. Heart's blossoming. When will his father or mother tell him to go out and get acquainted with the Sultan? And given this, the girl's chest grew even more thunderous. When he faces the glass, it is clear how it looks to be red-spattered. 

When dusk passed and the day turned to night, then Anjarsari was told to go out by his mother. The encounter with the Sultan really made his knees tremble, but it also made his heart bloom. This girl bowed her head, her face red. The Sultan himself also bowed his head. What his father said that his future wife was a beautiful girl, now came true. Secretly this young man glanced with the corner of his eyes. 

The Wirja Pranata nobleman was coughing. Then ask him about his candidate . "What is the Sultan's next plan?" 

"I planned to go to Demak, and ask for more troops and weapons" 

"That's exactly what” is, says Wirja Pranata. “But considering Demak is still far from here and the Sultan carries an heirloom kris anyway, then the Sultan should not go alone". 

The words of his future father-in-law were indeed felt right by the Sultan. And he secretly remembered Rangga Geblek, the young man who had helped him twice. If the young man was with him at that time, of course he would not have to worry about any danger. 

As a parent who knew in the hearts of young people and was also once young, shortly afterwards Wirja Pranata with his wife resigned into the room. So now there are those two people. Another atmosphere is now. The atmosphere was not good, but not good. This taste is like both by Anjarsari and by the Sultan himself never experienced before. It was only the corners of their eyes that once in a while stole a glance. 

When Anjarsari glanced for the umpteenth time then at that second also Sultan glanced. There were two eyes. Anjarsari quickly lowered her head hiding a reddish-ish look. The silence continued for some time. No one dared to open the conversation. The Sultan himself felt his throat as blocked, his tongue as a kelu and his mouth fastened. 

But in the end Sultan Hasanuddin opened his mouth too. "If there is no betrayal of the Wulung Trench, maybe until today there is no chance for us to meet Sari” 

"Yes... hemm.. I was very surprised to hear the bad news brother”, said Anjarsari was a bit nervous. Later then. "Are you going to Demak soon?" 

Sultan nodded. 

"Faster is better. Ramanda in Cirebon already got to know the events in Banten?" 

"Hopefully it's because I sent a messenger there". 

Then to eliminate the talk that runs stiff, then the Sultan took Anjarsari out of the house. Outside it was a beautiful view that night. The fourteen-day full moon shone brightly, stars scattered in the clear blue sky. Many and often both teenagers saw the full moon on the bright nights of the previous month, but for them it was not as beautiful as that night. 

Next to the large building of the noble Wirja Pranata there is a small garden. Inside the park is a long bench. These two teenagers stepped up along to the bench. Suddenly the Sultan turned his head when his pair of sharp ears, in silence, heard a rustling sound above the precarious. A black shadow seemed to flicker and disappear on the roof of another building. 

However, it quickly disappeared, but the Sultan still had time to see that in his left hand the black body figure was holding an object shaped keris. 

"Celaka!", said the Sultan inwardly. He shouted loudly. "Stop!" 

But the shadow of that body figure had long since vanished. When followed to the side page is also not visible anymore. In the confusion of the Sultan until forget Anjarsari. He ran into the building, straight into the room and saw how the bed mattress was in a bad state. When the mattress was pulled at the head of the bed, then the Tumbar Wilayuda keris that he had previously kept there, is now gone. Vanish!!!  And it must have been the figure of the body that escaped earlier that had stolen it. 

"Fucking thief!", maki Sultan. 

He ran out again. When he reached the side yard, he was surprised. Anjarsari is no longer in the garden vanish!!! 

So that night the whole building of the nobleman Wirja Pranata. The Sultan himself after giving a short speech immediately flashed leaving the building. Keris Tumbal Wilayuda is gone. But his concern was even more with the strangely lost Anjarsari. So he decided to investigate the disappearance of Anjarsari first, just looking for traces of the thief keris Tumbal Wilayuda. 

Shortly after the Sultan's departure, Wirja Pranata flashed in the opposite direction. The night was cold and the wind was blowing. Wirja Pranata was a nobleman who "had content" as well. In such a short time with his perfect running science, he had arrived outside the city. Because the outer area of the city is a flat area, plus the moon shines brightly then easily at the end of the branching Wirja Pranata can see two human body figures running fast. 

The one behind was one-run and within a short time managed to catch up with the one in advance. Then there seems to be a battle. Without waiting any longer, the noble Wirja Pranata immediately ran there. He arrived when the battle was going on. The two people fighting were a long-haired young man dressed in white. His movements were agile and caused the wind to whistle. His opponent was a tall, thin-faced man very creepy dressed in black. One of his eyes was very large while the other was just a concave black cavity that was very eye-catching. His movements were also no less powerful than his opponent. Clothes patched. 

"Stop!", exclaimed Wirja Pranata. 

But the ones fighting don't care. The scary-faced ones even launched four devastating attacks that caused sharp winds and heat. The young man with gondrong hair cried out loud, jumped into the air and then swooped again while throwing his right hand to the face. The wind like a roaring storm strikes the creepy face. 

"Blow throwing stones!”, exclaimed the creepy face in shock. 

Hurry up he strapped his black clothes sleeves. But his body was sitting on the ground because the wind blows the opponent in fact more powerful. The young man's own gondrong hair slung back a few steps, his chest hurt. 

"Human face of this demon is very high science and dangerous”, satin the young man. 

Instead the demon face who knew that his opponent was a very tough person immediately exclaimed at Wirja Pranata. "Buddy! Why just shut up?! Didn't you come here to find a keris thief? This is the fucking thief! What are you waiting for, let's crash!" 

The young man laughed coldly. His right hand was raised high. When the hand came down, the wind churned against the body of the demon face from top to bottom. This man immediately mentioned the two ends of his sleeves. The young man gondrong until his feet were two inches deep to the ground, while the face of the devil rolled on the ground but quickly woke up again. 

Secretly the hairless young man was surprised. The blow that was launched was not just any and used almost a third of his internal energy, but the opponent was okay even to get back up. 

"Wirja Pranata!", exclaims the face of the devil. "If you want the keris back, help me quickly snatch this rotten maling! Didn't you see her waist bulging? The kris was hidden there!"

"Fool”, maki the young man. ''Why is this demon-faced man talking?!- He is the One who stole the Tumbar Wilayuda keris!" 

Wirja Pranata is confused. But because it had already happened, then he continued his attack as well. Youth hair gondrong ceaselessly cursing. 

"Lord Wirja Pranata, you better back off! Do not be fooled by the thief who shouted this thief!” 

Although surprised because the gondrong knows his name, but Wirja Pranata continues to also launch attacks. The hair is growling. Suddenly a loud whistle. Both of his hands were raised up high and twisted around. He's facing right on the human face of Satan. And this man was shocked. 

"The whirlwind blow!,” rattled with a tense face. 

He quickly dredged his black shirt bag, jumped four spears, and as soon as his hand came out of his pocket, five black shining objects shot towards the young man. 

"Black Blood Nail!”, exclaimed Wirja Pranata while receding backwards. His heart doubted who the real human face was. 

“Hemm... So you're a member of the Black Blood Beggar's Association?", snapped the young man's hair long. 

Once he threw his right hand in the face, he sent the blue nails to the ground. When he was about to strike back the demon's face was gone.

SERIATE....