BAGAS looked around. Tall trees towering in plain sight. The sound of forest animals singing on distance. The smell of the wet forest is inhaled, mixed with shades of fragrant leaves.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the taste
Dizziness that feels like it's tugging at the eardrums.
"You… are you… Gas?" There was a broken sound in the right ear.
"I'm fine, prof. But your voice is not clear…"
"... Maja...hit... There are... years... broken..." came back a fainter sound was heard.
"Your voice is not clear Prof. Can you repeat it? Bagas touching the right ear, where the super mini communicator installed. All that is heard now is the sound of 'crackling' crackle' which is not clear. Ah, something went wrong with Majapahit in 1319.
"I don't know if you guys heard the professor, Ciara, but I'm fine. Numbers on the bracelet shows the time 1319. This means that I am now in the year 1319 in the Majapahit era," said Bagas. quiet. It feels weird talking to himself in the middle of a dense forest like this.
He suddenly felt his back hurt. Also her chest. And left arm. Ah, mosquitoes. The body that open without clothes apparently invites mosquitoes.
"Breaking news, mosquitoes in the Majapahit era turned out to be very vicious," said Bagas, trying to joke. "Possible this is kind of a welcome party for me..." Good stop talking and listen. No response on the communicator.
"I will try to get out of this forest and enter Pull. I hope to hear your voices again," Bagas said. Ciara's face suddenly flashed on her eyes. Beautiful girl face with twinkling eyes. Girl who gave a farewell in the form of a kiss brief that makes his body like floating.
Bagas once again looked around. Try looking for clues as to where to go. However this wilderness is silent. No clue. With
Bagas struggled to climb a tree. Who knows what tree, however tall enough. Also dense. Sweat flooded her naked body and blushed by mosquito bite. At the top of the tree, he glanced around.
Hundreds of meters to the north can be seen a fairly large settlement. Bagas's chest pounded. Is that Majapahit?
The residential center as well as the seat of government of the Kingdom Majapahit?
Bagas started to climb down the tree when his eyes noticed movement to the east, about 30 meters from his place. He squinted. Yes no wrong again. There is movement. Precisely people fighting. Oh No. Not fighting but fighting!
There was one person who was beaten by several people. Bagas try counting. There are eight people who besiege. The besiegers were sharp armed. Sword and kris. Also spear. The besieged were also armed sharp. The right hand holds the dagger and the left hand holding a sword.
The man who was under siege was under great pressure but he managed to finish off two opponents, even though he was too hit by a sword. The man under siege escape. Towards Bagas!!
At the top of the tree, Bagas stood transfixed. the breath feels tight. His chest pounded. He is one of those men love the fight. He never missed a party televised world boxing. He also liked mixed martial arts fighters on television.
But what he saw now was different. Very different. There are some people fighting tooth and nail with a sharp weapon. The wounds and the flowing blood were real. Absolutely surreal!!
The man who ran away, whose body was covered in wounds finally caught up, just under the tree where good climb. A one-sided fight ensued.
Six against one.
The man under siege turned out to be quite formidable. He managed to finish off two opponents. Then two opponents. Finally, his sword and dagger finished off the last two opponents.
Along with the stab he did, the man received a slash in the chest and a stab in the back.
From the top of the tree, Bagas stared in horror. There are seven man lying covered in blood below. Sword, dagger and spears lay in the grass. Also smeared blood.
Bagas decided to wait a moment, before down from the tree. He didn't know what was going on. However however, he did not want to engage in gunfire involving anyone.
He then noticed there was movement. man who being chased is moving. He is still alive!! man who able to finish off his gang was still life!!
Bagas decided to come down from the tree. If man it was still alive, he had to help her. Impossible Bagas let someone die right in front her eyes!!
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THE MAN lying covered in blood moved slowly as Bagas descended the tree. That man well-built with a manly face. The eyes imagine the astonishment to see Bagas coming down from
tree, right in front of him.
The man complained slowly. But keris and sword gripped tightly.
"Relax, I'm not an enemy..." Bagas spoke slowly. He uses ancient Javanese.
The man's face covered in blood was still showing undisguised astonishment.
"Who are you?" the man asked. The look in his eyes sharp. Stab.
"My name is Bagas. I'm, uh, not from Majapahit. I, um, wanderer..."
The man nodded. "I know... you... no the Majapahit people. Your accent... weird. You're clear foreigners. Oh, my name is... Mada..."
Bagas frowned. Mada? He is like know that name. Who is the name of the Majapahit people Mada?
Bagas approached and stared at Mada. Or specifically the wounds on his body. Elongated wounds visible on uncovered chest. Also belly. Also thighs right. And right shoulder.
"You are… seriously injured..."
Mada nodded. "My life will not be... long. My wounds are too severe to... to heal. Ah. Bitter Maja..." Mada panted.
"Sorry, this might not be my business, but who they? Why are you fighting them?"
Mada did not immediately answer. He looked at Bagas tightly, as if wanting to dig into the young man's heart.
"Can I… can… can trust you?"
"Like I said earlier, I'm just a traveler. Not the Majapahit people. But you can believe to me…"
Mada nodded. His eyes stared at Bagas from hair to toe. "I don't know why... you're here, but maybe it's... it's... part of plan of the Supreme Creator. Ahhh..." Mada coughed.
Bagas stares in horror. His feelings are mixed.
The man who claims to be named Mada is clearly dying.
But Bagas could not do anything. him at all have no knowledge of how to treat wounds. Especially this kind of wound.
"I'm a member of Bhayangkara," said Mada, leader... Elephant team. Last full moon we... heard... heard of plans to... ehhh... overthrew the Maharaja of Majapahit. I and my team... assigned to investigate..." Mada stop talking and take a breath. Temporary Bagas stares with inquisitive curiosity hidden.
Mada. Bhayangkara. Cout d'etat.
Bagas seems to know this plot.
"Three days…then, we, my team got a hint… strong. That news is indeed... ahhh...true. Anyone want it... mmm... seized power. But we found out... My men were trapped...trapped and killed... I tried to run for... for... But I..." Mada coughed again. This time there was fresh blood coming out of his mouth.
Mada suddenly looked at Bagas. The look in his eyes was strange.
Bagas saw that there was a kind of hope radiating from the eyes Mada.
"You... I don't know… who… But we met no... coincidence. You must be led by Him Who is Maha... Ruler... Ahhh... Will you... help me?"
Without thinking Bagas immediately nodded. Reject the request of someone who was dying at all never crossed the young man's mind.
Mada's eyes seemed to shine even more, in contrast with her face now pale. "Thank You...You go towards... north. There is a pottery stall. Say... The elephant ivory has been broken. Elephant tusks... have broken..."
Bagas nodded.
"They will... take you to headquarters... Bha... yangkara. Meet Tumenggung. Anarjaya. Say, Eclipse by Dharmaputera. Tonight. Samarra... turn away.."
Bagas nodded again. "Elephant ivory has broken. Meet Tumenggung Anarjaya, Eclipse by Dharmaputera, tonight. Samarra turned away..."
Mada smiled. His face looks happy. Smile which made Bagas' heart cut like a knife.
Mada handed the dagger she was holding to him
Bagas direction. The keris is beautiful, with a sheath (sheath) which looked like it was made of carved smooth wood.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, he took off the ring emerald-eyed from her ring finger, and gave to Bagas.
"Show this... to Tumenggung. Say, Mada stepped... into the twilight. The wind... sings, the sun is sad…"
Bagas nodded again. Mada step towards twilight. The wind sings, the sun grieves...
Mada smiled. His smile was cut off by a cough long. Mada gasped.
"Tell... to...Dyah... Utta...ri... I love... ..." The last breath exhaled. Mada drooped.
Bagas was stunned. He was about to ask who Dyah Uttari was. But his question was swallowed up by a feeling of sorrow in. She just met this guy. But somehow he felt lost. There's something about this guy that make Bagas feel close. I dont know...
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