BLACK CAT
Mahmud Tengku

Along the way back to Block B housing the princess Lake, Tigor keeps thinking about his encounter with the mysterious Grandfather who claims to be named Tengku Mahmud.

"The old man is unusual. It seems he knows a lot about my family."

"Jawara, a circular sword at the waist, a relationship with Bonar. Who is this grandfather?"

Thinking about everything he had experienced during his meeting with the old old man earlier, made Tigor's heart completely unsettled.

"Don't she also know Black Cat is me. Danger if this is so. I have to meet him in Kuala Nipah." Tigor said in his heart.

"Bao. Stop right there!" Pinta Tigor to mini Bus driver.

After paying the fare, Tigor stopped for a while at Samporna restaurant.

"Welcome Bang Tigor!" Said the bodyguard while looking down respectfully.

"Be ordinary bang. No need to!" Tigor.

"Oh yeah, can any of you take me to Block B? I want to rush home. If it's a walk, it's too far." Tigor said as he cursed himself inwardly.

"Have a car, have a motorcycle but not used. Wait for Rio to move to Jakarta. I'll definitely be freer." Tigor said in his heart.

"Abang wants to go home? Let me take it. C'mon bang! My bike is there." The restaurant's security guard said.

"Come!" Tigor said.

After arriving at his house given by Martin, Tigor went straight to the garage without entering the house first. For him is, immediately find Tengku Mahmud's address.

"Sir. Get me a motorcycle and take me to Kuala Nipah village!" Tigor told the housekeeper.

"Ready Gor." Said the middle-aged man.

"Later after driving me there, you go home. No need to wait for me." Said Tigor again.

The housekeeper just nodded without saying much, the man took out Tigor's Yamaha R1 motorcycle and immediately started the engine.

"Come Bang Tigor. The engine's hot." Said the middle-aged man.

Not long after they left Tasik Putri city towards the village of Kuala Nipah.

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Kuala Nipah is a village that has no more than a hundred houses that stand along the Nipah beach.

All residents in this village are mostly fishermen who work to catch fish in the sea.

Famous for the name of the village of Nipah because in the forest on the beach, in addition to many mangrove trees, there are also many Nipah trees.

That is why this village is called Kampung Nipah.

After arriving at the village area, Tigor immediately told the housekeeper who drove himself to stop right at the entrance gate to this Nipah Village.

"Stop here, sir. No need to wait for me and just go home. If anyone asks me, tell me I have important business. Don't tell me I'm in Nipah's village." Tigor said.

"Good Bang Tigor. Then I'll go home first."

"Yes Sir. Be careful on the road." Tigor.

He was still standing where he had come down earlier until the middle-aged man of his house was lost behind the bend of the road, only then did he move into the village.

Along the way, Tigor saw many mothers sitting in gatherings in beachside lodges. Some are gossiping, some are looking for fleas, some are just sitting enjoying the beach breeze.

As soon as one of them looked towards Tigor on foot, they began to focus their attention and looked at Tigor questionnaires.

Knowing that he was being the subject of attention, Tigor finally approached the mother who was sitting in one of the cottage roofed by the leaves of the grass.

"Excuse me Buk, Brother,. Can I ask?" Tigor said very politely.

"Oh please dik. What do you want to ask?" The mother replied that the mother was a bit flirtatious because the one who asked was a handsome young man.

"Lookin Brother. I came to this village because this morning, on the street I met a grandfather. He said his name was Tengku Mahmud. He told me to come to his house. But I do not know where the house of the grandfather named Tengku Mahmud. Can you tell me where Grandpa's house is?" Said Tigor explaining his arrival to this village as well as asking.

"Oh. Supreme teacher Tengku Mahmud, Brother walked straight. Count from here ten houses. Then there will be a gap there. Brother turned right and followed the path. Later at the very end, the sister will find a nibung floor stage house, whose walls are made of woven bamboo. It was Master Tengku Mahmud's house." The mother replied, explaining in great detail.

"Oh. Thank you, brother. Then I'll let you go." Tigor.

"Yes. Please dik." They said simultaneously.

Without wasting any more time because it was already very late afternoon, Tigor continued to move his feet quickly while counting ten houses. And it's true. Once he got to the count of the tenth house, he saw there was a path that could only be passed on foot.

Tigor continued walking until he finally found a house on stilts similar to a traditional house with its front hall floor made of cleavage stem nibung and walled bamboo woven.

"The bamboo tree, high,

High again coconut trees.

I have been waiting for a long time, though,

You finally meet."

Not to mention Tigor actually reached the courtyard of the stage house, now his presence is known even in greeted with pantun.

Tigor continued walking without any suspicion. But without being expected by the young man, it looked like a bamboo that had been on the two sides sliding profusely from the direction of the house right towards the chest of Tigor made the young man forced to throw himself to the side to avoid.

"What do you mean, Cake? Is this how you welcome guests?" Ask Tigor.

"It's customary in martial parents. If anyone has content, then it should be tested." Said the old man while sending a lock towards Tigor's neck.

Facing this dangerous attack made Tigor drop back to dodge, then quickly move to get up to stand back up.

"There is no wind, no rain,

Why the boat, shipwrecked in the sea.

The enemy does not want, neither does the opponent,

If you start to fear."

This time it was Tigor. His young blood started to heat up because of that unfriendly welcome.

"Hehehe. Goody. Now let's attack me. This old soul really wanted something that could arouse his young passion." Said the old man who is known as the Supreme Master of Tengku Mahmud.

"Don't blame me, cake!" Tigor said then sent a spinning kick towards the old man's head.

"Hehehe..."

Taps!

It was easy for a kick from Tigor to be countered by the old man. Instead of dodging, he caught Tigor's ankle without the slightest hint of his body shaking.

"Your horses are good. But not perfect. Your kick is straight but not powerful."

Saaapin...!

Prancing...

It's good that the old man pushed Tigor's leg. It seems ordinary. But it made Tigor's body wasted almost five meters back.

"Take out the sword that's on your waist, young man!" Said the grandfather.

"Look. Do you want any bloodshed in this place. It's not my intention to cross-reference the dispute." Tigor said as he patted the remaining sand on his pants.

"Take out my word and attack me! Do you think your butut toy could hurt me? Not even a single strand of my Roman fur is necessarily broken!" Said the old man snarling.

"Also Cake. You're too pushy. Please don't blame me if something happens to you." Tigor said as he fumbled the handle of the pliable sword that was always tied around his waist.

Wuzzz...

As soon as the sword slipped from Tigor's waist, it now appeared to be a very thin and flexible sword swaying with bending and glittering in the sunlight that afternoon.

"Strike me!" Said the old man.

"Look. No kidding!" Tigor.

"Strike I said or you'll go home to the princess Lake with your legs and arms broken." The old man began to lose patience.

"Look. See attack!" Tigor said as he jumped sending a stab towards the neck.

"Heh... Ih what is this?" Tigor.

He had guessed that the tip of the sword would definitely pierce through the grandfather's neck. This was because the old man did not dodge at all.

All of the responsibility. Want to continue grandfather must die pierced by his sword. Want to say, it has been very long because the tip of the sword is not up to an inch from the neck of the grandfather.

But what Tigor never expected was, a little more the tip of the sword was about to hit the target, how surprised Tigor because the grandfather only used the index and middle fingers to resist the pace of the sword piercing Tigor.

Taps...

Bet...!

As soon as the old man pulled the tip of the sword forcefully, Tigor was finally followed and,

"Hap..!"

Tau-tau the old man's hand was already gripping the neck of Tigor.

"If this is your ability, what kind of revenge can you take?"

Yoke...!

Finished saying so, the old man swiftly released the grip of his hand on Tigor's neck. And instead he clasped Tigor's forehead.

"Aduuu..." Said Tigor grimacing as he rubbed his forehead.

"Don't come home tonight to Princess Lake! Just sleep here. There's a lot we're gonna talk about."

Ting...!

"Take your butute sword!" The old man said as he dropped the sword late in front of Tigor's shoe.

"Today I was humiliated by an old man who had smelled the earth. Who is this grandfather really. My young energy is nothing to him." Tigor said in his heart.

"What else are you waiting for? Hurry up here!" Said the old man yelling at Tigor.

"Yes the cake." Tigor answered as he climbed up the steps of the stilt house following the old man who was already sitting near a box full of betel leaves.