I named the woman Ken Dedes. Women brought a number of kings in Java to their knees at their feet. Even any man exposed to her charm is as bewitched as seeing Medusa and becoming a stone in Greek mythology.
The story says six men died because of the curse of the dagger of Mpu Gandring, the father of Ken Dedes. Who are they? I went through the list, originally Stump Ametung the first husband of Ken Dedes who forcibly married Ken Dedes and brought him to Tumapel. Because of Ken Dedes, Ken Arok killed Stump Ametung and killed Ken Dedes and blamed Kebo Hijo, his fellow bodyguard. Kebo Hijo and Ken Arok, to the children of Ken Dedes, Anusopati and Tohjaya, to Ki Pangalasan the person who helped Anusapati kill Ken Arok with a dagger.
"All died not because of that dagger but because of Ken Dedes!" I said.
The woman just chuckled vickers luger at me and Gunadi, the KNIL Sergeant. I, a journalist from a Indonesian newspaper, answered a question he asked about the events that occurred in the Singasari Kingdom centuries ago.
Tonight, August 2, 1949, we were prisoners of the sweet black ayu woman. The two of us were tied to the pole of an abandoned small house near Peniwen Village.
She was wearing a skirt and a brown shirt that was shabby full of dust. But in my eyes he was even more alluring. Afraid or not? I am afraid of death, but if it is in the hands of him? I don't know why my heart is thumping. I know him.
Near us was sprawled the Corporal KNIL Star with a hollow head from accurate fire from the woman's fingers. The star only had time to turn his head when the woman came in and immediately fired without having time to retaliate. His huge body fell out, as if he was a shooting star from the sky,
Gunadi didn't have time to pick up the sten propped against the wall when Ken Dedes threw the cage squarely at his thigh and the big man fell to his knees. Then the woman brandished her vicker to myself asking me to sit down.
He then tied my hands to the pole of the house followed by Gunadi who fainted as a result of hitting his head. Then tie it up with me.
"Are you Kemala, guide Ansor, the son of MULO Malang?"
"That's right Dude Ikhsan. The one you are sosor with a common eye when recognized by Wulan's concoku. You also konconya Jumanto Day. He's my neighbor," she replied lightly.
"What's wrong with me being beautiful?" said I tried to calm down. Just know him about me.
"What do you do with these KNIL-KNIL Ikhsan. You are the spy of the two of them?"
"Yes, Mercy beauty, I compiled a report on the incident in Peniwen, Panti Husodo Hospital?" I replied. "They want to give you information on what's going on there. They just want to tell stories about who the KNIL was who killed members of the Indonesian Red Cross and raped our women."
"Alright dude Reporter. But you actually worked with people who raped my friend," she said.
"I'm not Nduk. Corporal Star him, I'm just watching," Gunadi interrupted, holding his still aching head. Apparently he came to his senses.
Kemala turned to Gunadi and pointed the vickers to his head. "It's precisely because you just watched and didn't try to prevent your six friends from raping Ratna, my friend, your neighbors too!"
So Gunadi, Kemala and Hari Jumanto aka Harjum are one village.
Gunadi cried. It wasn't until this time that I saw KNIL crying. "I'm sorry. I tried to keep them from raping Ratna. I knew him as a child and almost you, Nduk!"
"Nduk? Dialect you are not to Dutch?" I confirmed my conjecture.
"It's precisely because his skin is black and he's Jowo, I hate that he wants to be NICA's dog. Even though he is a friend, our village in Singosari before he went to Magelang became KNIL?" snapped Kemala, turning to me. Missed already.
I looked at it with admiring eyes. How is the story that he can beat two KNIL plus me. It looked like he had followed us patiently and set up a perfect ambush. Mighty woman.
Then he attached the Vickers to me. "Isn't it afraid that I shoot? So my seventh victim?"
Ah, so this ayu Ken Dedes k-seven tumbal? I was like a siren bewitching sailors from a Dutch book I read in Balai Pustaka.
"It's up to you to be beautiful. But let me die while looking at you beautifully. Instead of being shot dead by KNIL or being shot by Republican soldiers because they misunderstood or were cold and hungry. Clear and unapologetic," I tried to calm down. Most directly shot because the speech is sassy and loud.
I understand how powerful the weapons that NAZI soldiers often used to execute their captives. Where can Ken Dedes get that dangerous toy, along with the knife stuck in Gunadi's thigh? Hari Jumanto is unlikely to give this toy to his neighbors. She still argues that women's duty in this war is, if not in the kitchen, in the red cross.
But Kemala just smiled coldly. Then turned his vicker to Gunadi's head. "Keenakan him, handsome! The time you die, he lives!"
"You know this stressful woman?" asked Gunadi terrified.
"Get to know. When I went to Singosari, I was introduced to Wulan, a friend of mine in Jakarta."
"Yes, Wulan pandu Ansor too. Don't you fall in love with this Nduk?"
"Just ask him, KNIL Dog! You know this admirer of mine?" asked Kemala coldly.
"Get to know. I met him in Bandung before the Japanese came. This admirer of yours just finished his AMS recognized by Kang Januar, my brother's husband!"
"Welleh, that's the story! So it's just you who continue to be Dutch anyway!"
"Just now Beauty said there will be seven victims, six other victims including the Star and five more?" I asked Gunadi.
"Yes, my friends Mas Ikhsan, the Crow Squad of Captain Seto's Platoon.
"The password of your General's operation when you invaded Yogyakarta, huh? But this woman is a Javanese Eagle," I said. " If you're just a crow, you're preyed upon by him!"
"But she's a girl..!"
"Waduh Mas Gun, the farm lion is an accomplished hunter. Minang has the story of Sabai Nan Aluhi, a woman who is proficient in shooting. Acehnese know Cut Nyak Dhien. He's a complete Ken Dedes who's a charmer plus good at using weapons.
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Kemala smiled coldly again. "Thank you for the compliment. Now I'm the one who's telling ya good," he said, stroking the tip of the gun on my cheek.
"Not only attacking Yogyakarta, the Dutch also attacked us at night on December 19, 1948. They moved from the Tax Hood, broke through the Swallow and continued to Turen.
How many days later the Dutch army attacked Mendalan, Kesamben District, Batu, Malang. They presumably want to secure the largest power plant in all of East Java to drain all cities in the Residency of Surabaya, Malang and Kediri.
The Dutch learned that during the British occupation, electricity in Surabaya was once made to go out completely because it was cut off by Indonesian experts. Because the enemy army was larger in strength, finally at 11 o'clock in the afternoon the Indonesian army withdrew after conducting a scorched earth. The battle took place in Mendalan on December 25."
"Where are you, Beauty? In Singosarikah?" I tried to stay calm.
He turned to me. "Do you want to nolong?" he said. He then turned to Gunadi. "Singosari was mortized last January, you have no conscience! A hundred dead or wounded Gun!"
Then he walked up to me. "I'm in a village near Batu. That's where the doom started. Last January a KNIL squad tried to ambush us. There are ten or twelve people creeping up. It just so happened that Ratna and I had just returned home bathing in the river and shouted Londo Ireng! Londo Ireng!"
Gunadi nodded. "Because of your screams, a TNI who was near the river immediately turned away and shot. Our friend Captain Seto was killed instantly. Gunfire ensued, we lost two more people, but killed all the armed forces there!"
"Including Mas Gino, your little comrade Gunadi! Your neighbor is a KNIL dog!" Kemala suppressed his anger and crying at once and pointed his vickers at Gunadi's head.
I held my breath, because he could have fired his pistol and Gunadi's head was in line with a hollow Star with blood scattered on the floor.
"So it's just you and Ratna?" I asked.
Kemala shook his head coldly. "There is one more, but it is hiding. It's time for you guys to know. He's around here listening to our talk. They lived in the seven and herded us near the river.
Ratna only wore a wet cloth apparently they became demons and raped her in turn. Then he just watched and I still remember the faces of the devil and also the juanjuk! The woman pointed to Gunadi.
"But before becoming the victim, I pulled Ratna into the river, but a sten of one of them strafed us. Ratna was shot dead!"
I imagine how vengeful the women of the KNIL would be and perhaps more than that, namely on the men. Why are women always victims of war? Can I tell the story of Pesindo people raping the daughter of a Malay nobleman in East Sumatra? In Bandung, I also heard that there was an incident of Dutch women. Not only the Dutch side but also the Republic.
"Then you hunt them down one smart and mighty woman! Can it be told?"
Kemala looked at me coldly. "May, this * heard. All this time he and his sprawling comrade how could five comrades die one after another mysteriously."
"The first one, I shot near Malang City Station when again alone on the eve of mahgrib, right around his neck at close range!"
"That's Yanto, it's so unlucky. He was about to buy gedong herbs. There were no witnesses except for a woman whom we thought was a herbalist, so messy in her hair! He was accompanied by a child. When we came they were sitting quietly and there was a young man running towards Kotalama. Yes, of course he is the one we are chasing!"
"That female one is you Kemala!"
"Yuup!" he replied shortly. "I'm not afraid of being shot, bear it!"
"The young man?"
"It just so happens to be a Republican, but the task is lurking. Didn't expect me to shoot so boldly!"
"You guys are not suspicious of the herbalist?" I asked Gunadi.
"yes, no Mas, you haven't been shot at by girls."
I was chuffed. "That's the first tumbal? Second tumbal!"
"Still in Malang. January it is also . In the brothel, I saw the KNIL I was hunting for was looking for women. It just so happened that the existing female was busy. Then I volunteered. The KNIL was unsuspecting. When he was undressed and I undressed I stabbed him in the stomach with a cage and immediately I shot him in the head!"
"Steady!" I exclaimed. "Lah, you weren't arrested?"
"I'm not running!"
"The ones that came out were actually two men who were married. One of them was apparently a fighter out of nowhere pulling out a pestol. Londo-londo came in and the fighter seemed to be fighting back from a shootout."
"Yes, you're both fond of lonte. Lah, you don't suspect this woman?"
"Who suspects lonte Mas! They screamed hysterically all. Besides, it's embarrassing to shoot at lonte's house!" Gunadi resigned his corps to be stripped naked.
"I went out quietly, instead being told to go out quickly because the brothel was permanently closed," Kemala said casually.
I don't know whether to be amazed or tremble with fear. I don't know why I feel lucky to be with this brave woman.
"The third victim?"
"Ah, that's the Badu, including from a dozen Royal Netherlands soldiers who were killed in a midnight shootout on Arjuno and Kawi Streets, January 25," Gunadi now explained. "I did see a woman in the yard sweeping and Badu was shot in front of that house on Arjuno Street. But we officially call that an extremist act.."
"Obviously, dude Reporter. It's exciting, the shots are close-range!" said Kemala while still brandishing his pistol. Then he walked up to me and wiped my sweat with his handkerchief. "Sordid, ah! Your face has never been washed!"
"You guys didn't expect ya, that the woman who swept the one who shot?"
"Yes, he didn't work for Meneer Hans's wife who had a home and was fierce. That Meneer Hans had connections in the military. Mas, Mas. Our sergeant wanted to get him kicked out right away, for harassing the industrious freelancer. There is the commander again!" Gunadi explained resignedly. "In fact, we are said to be Godverdome, it is possible for geriliyawan to enter the city! That duty officer, yes that Sergeant!"
Kemala then approached Gunadi, whose
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He then took alcohol and flushed into Gunadi's wound. KNIL soldiers shouted loudly. Kemala then pulled out a bandage and bandaged the wound.
"Since you already want to tell a story, I want to be good with you a little bit. As an officer of the Red Cross, you have to help without discriminating," he said, chanting.
The night is getting deeper. Kemala then came out. He was sure none of us would run. Then came a boy about five years old shyly entering the room.
"Help mom with water, make ginger wedang for Mom, you and these uncles. It's rude that they are cold! "
"That's Londo right Mom? Our enemy! Who is that one?"
"Mom's admirer. But Mom is angry with this uncle again?"
"Oh," the boy said.
He also brought a pot of water, as well as woods. Advanced guide. He crossed the water and then stuffed the cut ginger with spices.
Beautiful, unique, at the same time scary. That's my impression of him.
"You take him with us hunting?" asked Gunadi.
"yes, that's my son. His father went nowhere! It is precisely because this kid exists, Londo-londo like you are not suspicious!"
"Asshole. My friends assholes! I'm asshole too! It means that the child is a witness to our massacre!"
"Yuup. Didik hid behind a rock watching his mother and my friend Ratna being dragged away. That's what makes me even angrier Londo is a nation! I then swam to the edge and my son helped throw the rope out of my guide bag."
I shed tears no longer holding back. Gunadi also roared. No wonder, the kid didn't care about the body of the Star lying around.
"Ntar, have drunk the ginger wedang, continue the story of what happened to your other two friends," said Kemala.
An hour later the ginger wedang was finished. Gunadi and I each drank a small cup of ginger wedang can. Then we were fed with grilled cassava. While Didik was engrossed in chewing on his own.
"So when was this Londo shot Ma'am?" said Didik calmly.
"Later, I want stories first."
"Oh, there are two more stories, huh? The one in tretes' swimming pool. Oh, yes, it's Gun, whose hair is bare, the most brutal one raped Ratna and almost me!"
"Yes, Bimo," Gunadi replied.
"The name doesn't match the ahlak. Bimo should be defending women's honor instead of damaging!" chided Kemala.
"You shot in the head?" I guessed.
"Eunak tenan if that's the case. That koncomu, Gun swam completely naked no one saw. I observed him driving his friends away from interfering with his pleasure. He wanted to be secluded. Then I cut the power cord how many meters, and then I stretched out the end to the swimming pool. Koncomu was too focused on swimming it only saw me after he convulsed, fortunately still able to get out. Then as soon as it came out, I stuned it and fell back into the pool, and then I just shot!"
Didik casually chewed his grilled cassava. "Hungry Mom! Bakarin again!"
"We came two hours later, Bimo's corpse was already floating in the Pond like a boiled crab and a hollow head. The pool became blood red."
"It happened February 1949. Before you guys do another savagery in Peniwen on the 19th of that month. What's wrong with members of the red cross? They also help you if you get hurt? That's juanjuk hospital! Then you rape the nurse there. Once the nation is in?" Booming sound.
"Women are created to be male partners, not oppressed like animals!"
Gunadi was downcast. She cried. "Stars join the squad that attacked Peniwen. I'm not brave outside because I know what they are going to do!"
"The church in the Netherlands alone is angry at kemala's actions. I want to make a report on it!"
"A total of 12 members of the Juvenile Red Cross and at least 5 civilians were shot dead. I was there Mas Ikhsan! I wanted to leave Didik there! But it turns out that there is no place for us!"
"Damn it! The child is there too! That's a gross violation of the Geneva Convention!" I said. My conscience rebelled.
"All rape is a violation of the humanity of Mr. Journalist, not just the Geneva Convention!"
"Then before whose Star?"
"Ntar I tell you, but that source of yours already knows. Want to drink some more?"
Didik helped her mother pour a pot of ginger wedang into a canned cup. Then Kemala drank to me and Gunadi.
"Continue the story, huh? Ah, that koncomu who likes to eat ice cream, sopo?"
"Raden Joyo, we call him. A descendant of the nobles of Kraton Solo, but was expelled by his father because of his penchant for women," gunadi continued.
"Well, since he is a descendant of a dead nobleman, he must also be of noble style. Suitable, right?"
"March or April 1949 if I'm not mistaken? I observed it. The clothes are really good if you want to drink ice cream at Toko Oen. He definitely didn't wear a uniform. The challenge for me, how to shoot him eating ice cream and with his striated shirt wearing blangkon."
"Thursday April 14, two days after an inspector was shot dead by no one. I've reminded you not to be alone. But he believed, because there was a guard outside. Moreover, it is Kajutangan Street, the main road. He drank ice cream on the day at two o'clock in the afternoon, it was quiet hours."
"Well, that's right. Challenge for me. This practice invites Lanang to participate in eating ice cream. I wanted to be searched but Om Hans was angry because he also had a child of Lanangku's age, and his son liked my son. The guardian is called Godverdome! In fact, I was given money to buy ice cream for my son."
"Then how can you shoot without being caught by the guards and servants?"
"I know that there are Republicans already in the target city of Dutch officials. That's what I told you, I said the info from the stall. Yes, the official escorted by Raden is not."
"You're kaish info with the Dutch?"
"yes, no, don't tell me where it is. The troops were numerous at the Hotel Palace, and I knew the target was Sergeant Roel who was guarding in front of Oen. The Republican soldier had a grudge against Roel who killed his father. So cooperation is mutually beneficial."
"So as soon as Roel was shot, you shot Raden in the head?"
"Yuup, just after he took a second sip of ice cream. Then I took Didik out of the run. The Republican army went inside taking us out. Then me and Didik were told to run and the Republican soldiers exchanged fire with the KNIL that came."
"So that Lanangmu had time to eat ice cream?"
"It's delicious, uncle... I like strawberry flavor!"
"Uncle Ikhsan, Call him Uncle Ikhsan," Kemala said.
"Then you go home to Meneer Hans who is so anxious. ." I guessed.
Kemala nodded. Then he picked up the watch and looked at it. "It's dawn soon. So who wants to be my seventh tumbal?"
"Let's put it this way, Mom, I play dolanan singing, if the song stops, I point to you to shoot. But this time I don't want to see ya, the uncles are good anyway!"
Kemala pleases. Then Didik sings cublak cublak suweng/ suwengnya suwenge ting gelenter Mambu ketundhung gudel/ Pak empong lera lere....
"Yes, to you Ikhsan," Kemala said with a cold smile. "You're the seventh tumbal I'm yooo!"
Then he untied me and told me to stand up and go outside.
Gunadi doesn't seem to be delicious. "Don't Nduk, he is innocent!"
Kemala did not answer. I resigned myself to being executed outside the house.
Just how many steps away, Lieutenant Hari Jumanto and his troops broke in.
"Wong Edan, he... want to take where my koncoku is Nduk. Fortunately, you shot that guy before the fire cease. Otherwise you can be shot!"
"Know Mas Harjum. I'm seventh yet to think about. It can be him, it can be something else... At this time, I want to take Mas Ikhsan on the road."
Unique. Beautiful. Smart and mysterious.
Together with Harjum, several TNI soldiers joined several Dutch soldiers. Among them was a KNIL who looked resentfully at the sprawling Star. Apparently they were already lurking.
Joint patrols keep an eye on the cease fire. I suspected that Kemala was about to be shot, but heard the word rape, they wanted to hear. The truth is revealed. In addition, Harjum knew Kemala's voice.
"So soldiers, yes so soldiers don't have to rape. Just shame on KNIL!" he cursed at the Star's corpse.
I had seen Harjum turn to Gunadi. "So how do both parties make reports that do not embarrass both parties.
"Yes, we were attacked by an unknown mob of Ikhsan, Kemala and his son were taken hostage. Stars were shot dead," Gunadi said.
"Goed! That's a good story!" said a Dutch Officer. Deal.
"So that's what you wrote dude Reporter later, Wong Edan!"
"Is the shootout in the brothel included in the history books?
"Nope, just make you embarrassed. Embarrassed both parties. It won't be written," Harjum replied.
Kemala encouraged me to come with him.
"Oii, your gun still has one bullet, right?"
"Don't be anxious, mas Harjum. He's my concoction, too. I want to invite him to pray in the city, so our priest."
"Yaa, Wong Edan. He, Dude Ikhsan, Kemala is empty, who knows you could be the Imam of him."
I didn't answer, Kemala too. We passed.
"So the seventh tumbal can be later?"
Both the Republican and Dutch sides laughed.
Kemala did not answer. I just hope that hopefully the war in his heart will end soon, just like this War of Independence.
"Commander, there are still a lot of * wedang, as well as the grilled cassava..." There was a sound from inside the abandoned house.
"Welleh, Munadi, you just eat the mind.. yes wesss!"
***
How many years later I returned to Malang wanting to find Kemala and her son Didik. But Harjum instead asked us to meet his friend who trained Kemala.
He welcomed me to the Cairo restaurant. There was already waiting for a Japanese, his name was Lieutenant Sato. Apparently he co-taught Kemala to shoot and use a cage. Even using the katana, out of awe at his spirit and sympathy for the struggle for independence.
It's just that he was astonished. When declared pass shoot. Kemala only asked for seven bullets. He said he wanted to kill seven londos, white and ireng.
"Boy, deserve to be agile. You believe, Kemala can shoot people?"
"Believe me, Kemala is a smart, agile, disciplined and good guide. But if the soldiers who arrived could be hunted down one after another like your story, which Dutch troops? "
"Why Mr. Sato?" I asked.
"It could be that someone died in a brothel, electrocuted in a swimming pool, shot in an ice cream shop. It's amazing!" praised Sato proudly. "It's really my apprentice!"
"KNIL. I don't know which brigade he hunted from. Does Lieutenant have any comments?"
"Only one word: Bagero! Definitely not Nippon's upbringing!"
We all laughed while enjoying Egyptian martabak and goat satay.
"No wonder when Nippon came, the KNIL soldiers and the white Londo-londo were screaming."
"They only dare to fight the natives whose weapons are under them. Try it if it's the equivalent of a weapon?" said Sato.
We chuckled.
Gunadi heard carefully, his face was scarlet. The road when invited by Harjum to the restaurant was a bit lame and had to be helped with a cane. Now he works at the Muhammadyah Polyclinic on Jalan Kawi to atone for his sins, he said.
It's a pity that day I didn't find Kemala. But I'm sure I met him someday. Tomorrow I leave for Jakarta, then go to Bandung to be a journalist there.
That night I took the train. Harjum had just dropped me off in the carriage. When the train departed I saw Kemala and her son waving goodbye.
I suddenly remembered that the cublak-cublek suweng, the boy's dolanan my count should have ended up in Gunadi, but was dropped on me. That is to say, let me be the one taken out. Kemala will not shoot cowards. She just wants men to regret her life. No need to die.
Bye, I tried to guess what was said from his lips. But who are his seven victims? Vickers and one bullet were still kept by him.
legs were already shaking because of the cage stuck in his thigh. Then slowly Kemala pulled it out, Gunadi shouted he was rubbing blood on his back with Gunadi's pants. Then put it back in her small bag.
"I'm sorry, yes KNIL Dog," he said.
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