Api di Bukit Menoreh Book 01 - Chapter 40

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Untara become worried. Apparently Alap-Alap Jalatunda and his people really came. Even so he still relieved because his brother had left.

For a moment Ki Tanu Metir stood tensely. He did not immediately move from his place until he heard his door being hit hard, "He, open the door Ki Tanu!"

Ki Tanu was known that it impossible to hide anymore. Because of that he stammered and shouted from the inside, "Yes, wait a minute. I'm just woke up. "

Ki Tanu Metir hurriedly rushed to the door, walking hobbled dragging his foot. Meanwhile  there a sound of the door almost nearly cracking broken, "I didn't have time to wait!" Came a voice behind the door.

"Yes, yes," said the old man, "I'm walking."

A moment later Ki Tanu Metir opened the door. several people with weapons in their hands jumped in. Two other people entered the house while pushing a small, short body.

"Is that you Kriya?".That person replied with terrified voice , "Yes kiai, I was dragged here When I was closing the ricefield dike. I thought because of this heavy rain, those ditchs would be flooded.,"

you talk to much!" Snapped one of them. "That monkey did not return to Jati Anom . They must come here to treat his wound."

"Who?" Said Ki Tanu Metir.

A young man among them slowly stepped closer to Ki Tanu Metir.

 "Hem" he growled. "We have met before, Kiai, but only today did I visit your house."

"Yes, yes Angger, I've known Angger's name. Isn't Angger Alap-Alap Jalatunda ? "

"Who gave me such a nickname?" The young man asked. But it felt in that tone of his words how proud he was to hear that nickname.(tl: Falcon)

"I don't know" said Ki Tanu Metir. "Maybe because of Angger's awesomeness, then the nickname naturally came."

The young man laughed softly. Then he said, "Good. If you already know me then don't interrupt my work in here. "

"No, Ngger, no," Ki Tanu said quickly, "I will definitely help Angger."

In the left corner, Untara could still hear all the conversations. Because of that he became even more nerveous when he heard the name Alap-Alap Jalatunda. That man is not a tough opponent for him. But in the present situation, nothing can be done. Even so, he bought up of his kris. The moment his oppennet come , he would attacked it with his kris. And he was sure, how small the wound in on his opponent's body, the result will be deathly. Because the warangan in the kris is very toxic, if it does not immediately get an antidote.

A moment later Untara heard Alap-Alap Jalatunda say, "Ki Tanu, I'm looking for someone. He was injured when he tried to fight me. Did someone come here for treatment? "

Ki Tanu Metir paused for a moment. He is trying to find the answer to that question. But because of that, the young Alap-Alap snapped at him, "Answer my question!"

Ki Tanu Metir shook his head, he replied, "No Ngger, nobody came here."

1. Ricefield ditch

2. Warangan
Warangan is a mineral material that contains the element arsenic. Besides being used as a rat poison, warangan is also used to preserve kris (Encyclopedia of Keris, 2011).
The function of warangan in the world of kris is to preserve the blade of the keris or spear so that it doesn't get damaged and rust.


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