“Everyone, the White Men are coming!” a villager had spoken.

Soon, the situation turned hectic. All the children, seniors and women hid in the forests while all the men fortified behind the walls. They loaded their Rentaka Cannons that was a long barrel with a dragons head as its nozzle, their rifles from the Ottoman Empire and they also sharpened their keris daggers. Sultan Saiful who was reading the Quran was interrupted when a stressed hulubalang guard entered upon his balairung.

“Astaghfirullahala’dzim. What in words of grace are you doing here in such condition?” questioned Sultan Saiful.

“The White Men your majesty, they have come!”

“Pardon me?” the Sultan’s voice intensified.

“And our noblemen, Pengiran Seri Lela and Ratna are here supporting them!”

“This is mutiny!” Sultan Saiful gnarled. “I should’ve executed the both of them sooner. That’s it then, gather all able men to sacrifice till the last drip of blood. This Sultanate of Barunah must be defended. This is our ancestral lands. I must not allow it!”

“Very well your majesty!”

Hidden somewhere in the middle of the forest, Onays kept on throwing stones and kicking them as he regretted for saying such blind words towards Anissa.

“Oh man, why am I such a freaking looser!” Onays insulted himself. “What the heck was I doing. This sucks!”

An explosion startled Onays while he was blaming himself. Onays peered through the narrow gaps of the trees and he could figure out puffs of smoke and fire polluting the air. Onays knew it was up to no good. Onays sprinted out the forest and finally dashed into the city. It was chaos. From above, cannon balls rocked the port and the mainland kampong houses. There were decapitated bodies lingering around with their limbs apart. Wounded men crawled around, begging for treatment.

Onays dashed closer to the forts and they were already dismantled and empty. The hulubalang guards are retreating. At the last line of defence, the troops fired the fiery arrows at the caravel, sinking three of them down the bay. Onays was shocked when crocodiles began to emerge and gnawed its teeth at the defenders. Waves as tall as tsunamis flooded the mainland and Onays swam to the nearest building before it eroded.

He escaped the strong tides and made it to the floating village. There he checked from house to house to find the victimized. Among the rubbles, he saw a deceased Pak Utam. He sobbed, the death of his mentor was a searing cut in his heart. He carried Pak Utam to the cemetery and buried him. He did not require any religious bathing. He had died as a martyr, a syahid. Onays collected the last amount of courage within him after a an afflicting loss. He ran back to Kota Batu, determined.

Gaping upwards, conquistadors swarmed into the city complex and fired their muskets through the bombarded walls. Among those invaders came three giants of endearing prowess. Onays noticed that one of them was Ratna. Onays hurriedly attacked him, but was countered when Ratna broke his left arm and clouted his jaws. Onays could not speak properly as his jaws were displaced. Ratna stomped on his stomache and punched his face fastidiously. Francisco ordered him to stop.

“Hahaha, is this the pendeckar that you’ve mentioned Ratna!” asked Francisco humorously.

“Not a pendeckar but a stupid weakling!” said Ratna as he gave his last punch.

Seri Lela suggested an idea. “Why don’t we let him drown in the bay. It’s a good suffering!”

Ratna could not agree more. Ratna tied a rope around Onays neck and towed him to a sampan. Onays vision was blurry, but he could hear the cries of Anissa. Her voice was close, but in his predicament he was unable to do much. There she was, Onays pictured a blurry vision of Anissa being captured by conquistadors as she was molested and caged away.

On the sampan, Ratna tied Onays’ whole body. At the edge of the sampan, at full state, Ratna pushed Onays off and he went down the bay drowning. It was the end of it. An end with no proper honor and respect.