Story of Mystery 2
THE MYSTERY OF RIMBA BARA: Saving The Jabrik

Baskara has returned from a visit to the Kudeto family. He now sits pensively on a wooden couch. His eyes still refused to close. There were a few things that flashed on his mind, especially with the existence of the Gulots. According to Kudeto's account, these creatures are the lowest part of the Demon Army that once ran rampant a dozen years ago, but they rarely harass humans, but the hermitry of recent months The Gulot began to interfere, until each shelter tightens guard.

"Why do you not live in one of the houses when the situation is so alarming?" tanyanya.

"Maybe it should be so, unfortunately our hiking souls do not allow, living in the open, what a comfort for us" replied Kudeto. "However, one thing I can conclude at this time, the Gulots, who were more comfortable in dark places deep in the forest, are now beginning to dare to disturb humans, signifying that there is one big power that may be playing behind him" he continued.

"What do you mean leader?"

"It could be so."

As he asked who had laid the mystic fence in the region, Kudeto replied, "The question you cannot answer, only Mystics can answer."

"Who are the Mystics, sir?"

Kudeto did not immediately answer, his forehead seemed to shrivel as if the young man's question was so heavy. "I can not clearly answer you, only as far as I know these people who pursue supernatural intelligence, " replied Kudeto finally.

Baskara stretched out, she remembered Ki Raganata, the old man with a strange gesture, perhaps she could ask the old man, who are the Mystics, who are the Mystics, and why the Gulots started to disturb humans.

***

"Rear.. Sisang..."

Baskara opened her eyes, shock her already bright atmosphere apparently. A beautiful girl was standing next to her. Headlands.

The young man got up quickly, "Gosh, it's noon, why don't you wake me up Cape?"

The girl smiled. "The back looks tired and sleeps so soundly, how dare we wake up."

Baskara bellowed, "Sial is right, damn it. If a bad man or a wild beast were to come at me, of course I'll have a name now."

Tanjung laughed softly, "You're thinking too much Kakang," he said.

The young man did not reply, indeed he did not tell about the tiger attack last night, because he did not want the girls to worry. "True, understand, my life has not been collected all that, to think of all sorts."

That afternoon he helped Tanjung and Laras grow crops, and as an apology to the two girls, he even helped them cook in the kitchen.

"Hey, it's inappropriate for Kakang to cook, just wait, let us take care of Kakang's kitchen," said Laras.

"Where can it be, from the morning you are busy berberes hut, even the task of taking the water you have done, do not know myself if only stay to eat," he replied.

Sorenya Baskara planned to visit the old Raganata, but his intention was undo when he saw the stock of dried meat stay a little, so he paid attention to two girls to hunt. "Please pray I bring home the fat game."

Armed with a wooden spear at the tip, the young man rushed into the grove of forest trees, he must quickly look for hunted animals because the sky had shown twilight.

But unfortunately, it has been combed several places, not yet seen hunted animals, while a deer, one rabbit is not visible in the eye. It did not feel like he was getting further from his cabin. With a light body, it was easy for Baskara to traverse the tightness of the forest.

Suddenly he heard a loud howling. What is that voice? Being serious? He had a good hearing, now more convinced he, whom he heard the sounds of the howling of wolves. If it is true, it will be very dangerous. Baskara shifted her steps. His ears still hear the sounds of the howls, perhaps a herd of wolves hunting prey.

Staring at the western horizon, the sun began to sink, orange tinge decorate the sky. If you want to return home, curiosity covers the young man. Because since getting lost in the Bara Jungle, only this time he heard the sound of wolves. Then he just idly wanted to see, actually what was in the storm of the herd of wild animals.

In one meadow, a young man appeared, he was struggling to defend his life. Nimbly jumped to and fro, surrounded by ferocious animals that lusted to tear him apart. In the right hand of the young man was clasped with a sword. The sword was very good, the length was the same as a spear, and the width was as large as an adult, but it looked so light, quickly twisted and sabet-sabetkannya sword. In his left hand, he shouldered something, looking large and heavy, when observed correctly, the real being at his pelvis was an animal, a deer that had been lifeless. It is possible that the wolves were trying to snatch the deer from the young man, but it seems that the young man was reluctant to take off his animal even if he risked his life.

The characteristic that attracted the young man was his hair, long beyond the shoulders, but it looked rough and stiff. He was now more and more troubled, which he faced not one, but a dozen wolves, and the wolves were nimble as well, whenever the young man struck his sword, nimblely evaded, and at the same time another attack came from a different direction. If he were to be a little generous by taking off the animal on his call, perhaps the wolf pack would let him go in peace.

As the young man struggled in his battle, from within the dense trees burst a flame, it was the fire that came from the torch made by Baskara. Indeed the young man had arrived, when he saw what had happened, he acted quickly, in the tear of the cloth part of his arm, involved in the dry log, and he had it scarred. With a loud cry he ran towards the battle. The result was as expected, the wolf pack was shocked to hear his screams, let alone see flames blazing in the young man's left hand. They spontaneously run off the ridge leaving potential prey.

The savage youth looked up at Baskara's arrival, one spray coming out of his mouth, "Crazy! Why are you ruining my fun!"

Baskara's turn was off. Edan! He was helped, he thought. Throw a torch stick to the ground. "How could I have made the wrong move, Kisanak."

The young man fell silent, muttering something and then looked at Baskara, "Is it near the edge of the forest?"

The one in question was confused, "You mean?"

"You. Doesn't your existence indicate that you are close to the village?" The Jabrik probed Baskara from head to toe.

Baskara began to mafhum, it looks like this jabrik young man suffered the same fate as himself, came from the outside world and is now lost without knowing his juntr in this mysterious jungle.

"Are you lost?" tanyanya.

Jabrik turned his sword and put it on his shoulder, "That's it, it's been almost a week, I haven't even met the edge of the forest."

"Then we are friends of the same fate of Nisanak, come, come with me, it is late at night, in the cottage will be more free to talk," asked Baskara finally.

Seriate.