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EPS 105 STEALTH TARGETS

EPS 105 STEALTH TARGETS

It was a pretty hot day. The large fan attached to the ceiling rotated slowly. Exhales enough breezy wind to cool the skin during a hot day. Kyai Badrussalam's room was clean and tidy. Every time there are santri who take turns cleaning the room. Andhika sat in front of Kyai Badrusalam while bowing her head. Mukhsin Bae and Alimin sat against the wall behind him.

“I also felt their presence Andika. And the creatures that come near our pesantren are not ordinary demons. They are legendary demons known to the public. Their ability is above ordinary stealth,” said Kyai Badrussalam.

Andika was silent at the words of her teacher. While Mukhsin Bae whispered in Alimin's ear.

“Legendous smile? Ada?”

Alimin nodded his head.

“Perhaps what Abah means is a demon that many of us know in folklore. Kinds of Baruklinthing, dragon demon inhabitants of the Pening Swamp, Mak Lampir ruler of Mount Lawu, or Nyi Loro Kidul from the South Sea Kingdom of Java.”

Mukhsin Bae nodded her head.

“I never thought they really existed,” whispered again.

Alimin just fell silent, Actually he also felt doubt before he knew Miryam. But after seeing for himself the abilities of women as beautiful as that angel, he became convinced by their existence. It's just that he had trouble finding the right words to explain it to his best friend.

“What is the purpose of them coming here Abah? Is there something interesting in our pesantren?” ask Andika does not understand.

Kyai Badrussalam shook his head.

“I don't know either. My feeling is that there's someone they're after and that's in our boarding school. It just so happens that we are having many highly-educated guests. There are Panembahan Mbah Iro, Pranaja and others.”

Andika nodded her head.

“I get it now, That's why they send also high-ability stealth that is legendary.”

“Not only important figures in the martial world, they can also target Miryam or her son Arya Janu. You know that two-week-old baby has a lot of power. Even greater than his mother's strength.”

‘Hm, true also said Abah,’ Inner Andika. ‘I must remind Miryam to be careful.’

“Can also they target the book of Dewa Ruci or Jamus Kalimasada relics of Eyang Senthir which you are currently studying. It is the highest book that became the reference of other books in the earth archipelago.”

Andika looked at her face deeply. Fiber Dewa Ruci is a book that contains the guidance of life in order to find the True Teacher who was immediately exhaled by Sanghyang Acintya through the dream of Mpu Siwamurti, the author of the Book. Even Panembahan Mbah Iro said, this book is the source of all the books written by the mpu who lived on the archipelago earth thousands of years ago.

No one's ever seen him. Only Roro Lawe is memorized outside in the contents of this book. And his knowledge he bequeathed entirely to Endang Darsulasikin, his own nephew, the daughter of Panembahan Somawangi. He then wrote a book that became the life guide of the Somawangi breed called the book of Irodarsulasikin.

The second book is Jamus Kalimasada, a mustika that can give the power of Robyong Mustakawarih. The highest power in the universe. This power cannot fall on just anyone. One who can master the power of Robyong Mustakawarih must be one who does not have enemies, the degree of nobility is equivalent to God, good at fighting personal passions, polite in choosing words, have respect for others like yourself.

Andika did not feel surprised that the existence of the two mustika books attracted the attention of high-class demons. They became the target of the demon hunt so as not to be controlled by humans. If that happens it means that a great danger is threatening the existence of the demon legends themselves.

“What Pranaja has not returned to pesantren?” ask kyai Badrussala all of a sudden.

Before replying, Andika looked back, looking at Mukhsin Bae and Alimin, looking at her,

“We left it in the village next door, because it did not want to go home,” he said.

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head. After that stand up and walk out of his room. Of course his three students became curious.

“Eh, Where are you going?” ask Andika

“I'll find Pranaja,”

***

Clay clings, but blood wanders. While the breath is something that is endless, living each body in the journey. Only if the journey is over will there be enough time to sleep and sit hoeing enjoying the twilight.

Panembahan Mbah Iro still sat together solemnly. Smoke smelled of fragrance billowed from the incense he burned in the corner of the room. His lips continued to move unceasingly chanting verses of praise to the great gods. In front of him, the book of Irodarsulasikin opened part of its page.

He who was solemnly reading suddenly was like hearing a subtle whisper in his ear. Reporting on the veiled threat and reminding his duty to protect the great leader of the Somawangi Trah, Panembahan Rich Pranaja. And that magical whisper was an omen or an omen for him to immediately take an alert stance, for danger would never cease to threaten the life of his lord.

A moment later he opened his eyes. Then he called two of his confidants, Raden Mas Parto and Eyang Penatus. Rushing the two people into a special room provided for Panembahan Mbah Iro to do ritual activities

“What is Pranaja not back yet?”

The two confidants looked at each other, then shook their heads almost simultaneously. They haven't seen Pranaja since last night.

“Sorry Panembahan, this morning we have not met Pranaja,” said Raden Mas Parto.

“Maybe he is still in Andika's room,” continued Eyang Penatus.

Panembahan Mbah Iro shook his head. He did not feel the existence of Pranaja around Pesantren. The tough young man's body was like it was shrouded in magical power, so his inner eyes could not see it clearly. But where is he at the moment? Why could he only see blood and blood spills? What is going on with his grandson?

Panembahan Mbah Iro immediately got up from his seat. Wearing a white robe and a white headband as well he was preparing to leave.

“Sorry Panembahan. Are you going to go?” ask Raden Mas Parto.

Panembahan Mbah Iro nodded his head.

“Yes. Wait here for you to be on guard. And stay alert.”

“Indeed Panembahan to go where?” ask the curious Statue Eyang.

“I'll find Pranaja.”