BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 01 OPENS THE PAST TAB

EPS 01 OPENS THE PAST TAB

The day turns twilight, rolling the day into night. The darkness that enveloped, gave silence to a heart filled with contemplation. There is no hidden meaning of hope, when destiny speaks otherwise. But rest assured, all destiny will always give good, although sometimes painful.

“I now have more confidence, our happiness will come at a point in time that we do not know. Just give everything, accept what is because God will always listen to our prayers,” said Miryam slowly.

His voice was so soft, like a stifled scream. Give joy to every heart that listens. Although Miryam's own lips were decorated with smiles. And the tears that were shed did not mean anger, because of the generosity of his heart that had begun to form. And his consciousness said, his happiness with Santika will arrive, even in a form that was never imagined.

While Santika's body rested quietly in a glass case. His frozen body with Tirtanala's soothing and healing powers, made his body's cells continue to consolidate. Repairs damaged cells in a constant regeneration process, even if the body appears lifeless.

“Santika's back is not dead, her heart is still beating, and her eyeballs are still spinning inside Andika's body,” Miryam said.

Miryam was persuaded by Kyai Badrussalam to let her husband's body be buried because it was medically declared dead. And the meek Kyai was unwilling to force that tough but fragile heart. She believes that as Mryam's understanding of the true meaning of life increases, as well as his love for the Creator, she will one day give up her husband's departure.

“You will get your own guidance my son. It seems I have started to see the signs,” the inner Kyai with a smile.

Letting her old but charming woman dissolve in long 'talk' with her husband's body.

“Look at the growing fruit of love developing in my womb, the legion. It seems that he can't wait to see his father's face,” Miryam said as she stroked his stomach.

The content is now six months old. Means that in about three months, the baby fruit of his love with Santika will be born into the world. Baby whose presence is also awaited by many people. Kyai Badrussalam, Andika and santri-santri in the pesantren are quite large. Most of them are curious, with babies whose seeds are already in the womb of the angelic woman more than five years old.

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Meanwhile Andika was still busy with books and writings on the palm leaves that were in the coffin where the bodies of Santika and Miryam were found. Andika deliberately brought the old school documents to the boarding school to be studied. He wants to unlock the veil of life who Miryam really is.

“I have some kind of belief that among the writings it contains a history of who Miryam is, and what it has to do with her nemesis whose face is so similar,” Andika said in front of Kyai Badrussalam.

“So far what have you got Andika?”

“Not many Abah. Because these two books use the languages of Ancient Java are very purified. The language of instruction in sacred books, and was controlled only by religious leaders at the time called Acarya.”

“And you don't find the reference to the Javanese vocabulary now?”

Andika shook her head.

“Not yet Abah, I have unpacked all the books of Javanese literature but have not found the equivalent. It was a language used only in scripture, not a language commonly used by poets and authors of literary books.”

Kyai Badrussalam fell silent at Andika's reply. A moment later he stood up, stepping to the front of the window, his gaze staring far away. Then his head nodded while stroking his white beard that dangled down. Looks like he knows someone who can help Andika.

“Maybe I know someone who can translate it,” hiss.

Andika scrunched her forehead.

“I also do not know him very well, because he had only met once, His name was Panembahan Mbah Iro, he was a leader of the Somawangi Trah from the interior of Java island. I think his residence is not far from your father's megaproject.”

This time Andika gasped.

“Abah Means, Megapolitan?”

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head.

“Iya. He said his residence is not far from your father's project location.”

Andika was silent. It is not without reason that his brother pointed at someone based on his ability, because his sharp inner eyes can judge one's capacity well. The problem is where the person that Abah means is.

“Punten Abah's. Whose name was it?”

“Embration Mbah Iro. I also met him in Megapolitan with a grandson named Pranaja.”

“Meet him in Megapolitan? When did Abah go there? That's a long way from here.”

Kyai Badrussalam smiled. Even the distance from the western tip of the island of Java to the interior is only in its place in less than five minutes.

“That's another Andika story. Too long to talk about it. Our focus now is to find out where Panembahan Mbah Iro lives.”

Andika raised her head slightly. At first glance he looked at the face of Kyai Badrussalam who was very reluctant. In his heart he was astonished, why did his brother ask such a thing? Is Panembahan Mbah Iro such a powerful figure that a Kyai Badrussalam has trouble finding his existence with the sharpness of his inner eye?

“Good, Abah. I will try to find the location of Somawangi's whereabouts through satellite images belonging to my father,” he said.

Then his hand moved agilely on the screenboard panel tracking the whereabouts of Trah Somawangi. Andika's digital device is the most advanced electronic item in its class and is directly connected to her father's own satellite. As a tycoon who also owns a majority stake in some of the leading international media, Subrata is indeed interested in launching his personal satellite into space.

Although he also has other secret missions, because his satellite has a multi-function. Can be used to spy on other countries especially third world countries, which are in conflict. Because apparently he was also secretly engaged in the business of selling illegal weapons. Besides that, it is able to display satellite images of natural wealth under the outer layer of the Earth's skin.

“How's Andika? Have you found the location of Trah Somawangi?” Ask Kyai Badrussalam.

Andika did not answer his question directly. His face was still confused staring at the monitor screen in front of him. There is evidence of the existence of the Somawangi mission, but the satellite was unable to find where the satellite was located. In the picture it is clear there is a point in the map which is covered in thin white like clouds.

‘Is Padukuhan Somawangi located behind this white blob? What then covers his existence? Could there always be a cloud over the place?’ his inner.

“Why are you silent and not answering my question Andika? Did you find anything strange?” ask Kyai Badrussalam again.

Andika like stuttering to hear ‘teguran’ from her Abah. This time he looked at Kyai Badrussalam's face deeply. It felt like it wanted to reveal what he saw, but its neck seemed choked