BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 135 IS ALWAYS THERE SORRY

EPS 135 IS ALWAYS THERE SORRY

Life is the journey of finding the true teacher or the way back to the Creator. The soul seems to fly through the journey of life from the atmara rajya or nature before birth to the life of Jibanera prakretti, then the death of Mrsetyura kshetra and ends in the realm of eternity, Anantakalera rajya. In this nature the soul will return to the Creator, or the term manunggaling kawula Gusti.

Jamus Kalimasada, is a mustika book that can give the power of Robyong Mustakawarih. The highest power in the universe. An invincible power, as it came from the core strength of life itself. This power cannot fall on just anyone.

“People who can master the power of Robyong Mustakawarih must be people who do not have enemies, the degree of nobility is equivalent to God, good at fighting personal passions, polite in choosing words, and, have respect for others like yourself,” replied Panembahan Mbah Iro. “He also has the nature of fair, patient, honest, obedient to religious teachings, full of confidence, and dare to speculate.”

Everyone fell silent, looking in amazement at Andika's face.

“Robyong Mustakawarih can only be controlled by holy humans whose patience is high. Not easily angry and emotional. His heart must be clean from hate, and impartial. Because if he takes sides, it's not fair to those he doesn't defend. Because the fight can be guessed who the winner is before it starts."

Just as Panembahan finished saying, suddenly a white shadow flashed very quickly. Hugged Andika's body from behind. Everything that was there was simultaneously shocked not dumbstruck.

“Miryam?” they said simultaneously.

“You are right, Santika's brother does have a good heart,” whispered Miryam almost inaudible.

Dugdugs! Dugdugs! Dugdugs!

Andika's heartbeat was clearly heard in Miryam's ears. Clutching Andika's body from behind, she spread her head on the young man's back. Hugged him tightly with all his heart. Waving longing for Santianya's leg. The heartbeat of her husband inside Andika's body was beating even harder.

Dugdugs!.. Dugdugs!… Dugdug!

Her tears were flowing, but her sultry lips were smiling widely. Apparently he heard the conversation of those who were praising Andika. And to Miryam, praise to Andika was a compliment to Santika, her husband. Andika's heart and eyes belonged to her husband. Doesn't kindness come from the eyes and then down to the heart? It means that if Andika can master the power of Robyong Mustakawarih, Santika will also be able to.

“You're right Miryam. Although we do not know your husband, but we believe Santika is a noble-hearted man, just like Andika,” said Kyai Badrussalam.

“I also have the same belief,” continued Panembahan Mbah Iro.

Miryam let go of her embrace, then wiped the tears that soaked her cheeks. Her smile grew wider and wider at the words of praise for her husband. Ah, the more days she felt closer to them. Moreover, seeing the appearance of Panembahan Mbah Iro and his two followers, Eyang Penatus and Raden Mas Parto, who still maintain the tradition of the Somawangi community that he knows. He felt like he was back in time five years ago.

“After this business is done, I want to visit your house Iro,”.

The face of Panembahan Mbah Iro looks sumringah.

“Our house is your home too. But, is it true that Eyang Miryam would visit Somawangi?”

Miryam nodded her head.

“Not all memories are bad. I have great memories there too. Ten years I lived in Somawangi, of course there is a longing to side with him again.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro immediately sat down in front of Miryam, followed by Eyang Penatus and Raden Mas Parto.

“Thanks Eyang,” says Panembahan.

Miryam smile. Then turn his body.

“Sorry Eyeang!” mbah Iro hesitated.

Miriam turned back.

“What else is Iro?”

Miryam. Staring at the face of Panembahan Mbah Iro. The atmosphere became tense. However, suddenly the beautiful smile again adorned Miryam's face.

“Somawangi's back is my husband. I owe him a lot too. Of course I've forgiven him, even before I punished him.”

The face of Panembahan Mbah Iro looks relieved.

“Thanks Eyang Miryam. Maturnuwun,” he said in Javanese Krama.

“Yes. Then I'll go back to my room, before I finish my business.”

Miryam turned her body back, then continued her steps. His body seemed to float lightly not treading the floor. Showing how high his body light science was. Everyone was frozen in their own place. As if fascinated, they just fell silent without saying anything.

“Kakek. Why don't you ask where Miryam is going?” ask Andika.

Panembahan Mbah Iro patted his eel. He forgot, probably because it was so happy to hear that Eyang Miryam had forgiven the ancestors of the Somawangi breed.

“Why Andika?” ask the Statue Eyang.

“I'm afraid he will go to Kethileng hill to finish his business with Ken Darsih,” Andika said.

“Eh, right too,” says Raden Mas Parto.

Panembahan Mbah Iro turned to Kyai Badrussalam who was silent from earlier.

“How does Kyai think?”

“Andika right. Indeed Miryam really wants to settle this matter as soon as possible. After that he will focus his attention on taking care of his son Arya Janu.”

“Nah, means my guess is correct right?” said Andika.

“What should we do Kyai? Should we prevent it?”

Kyai Badrussalam shook his head.

“As Miryam said, this business must be resolved immediately,” he said. “Prepare you. We'll soon catch up with Miryam to meet Ken Darsih in Kethileng.”

***

Wind cries whimper on the sidelines of the haunted Kecipir tree. Erected the feather of Rome for anyone who heard it. Only people with mental steel were able to look forward. Slashing the cold that enveloped. Through the darkness of the forest full of mystery, because we do not know what danger lies behind the black color.

Ken Darsih was still observing the movements of Ron Muller and his men. Watching them carry murderous weapons that could take away human lives. Observing the faces of revenge through the giant glass bengal, the surface of the slender Kumitir. It is capable of displaying human faces, like a monitor on a computer, which receives images from satellite imagery.

“You saw Nagaraja? Apparently they were going to war,” said Ken Darsih.

“Yes. I saw him too. But who's the enemy?” nagaraja.

Ken Darsih did not answer the question of the dragon demon king. His gaze was focused on that line of humans who were about to fight. Why are they dressed so strangely? Their faces, arms are doodled with mud and leaf color, so they look like a bush when they are still. And their weapons are similar to those of Blade Muller, which contains iron grains to injure humans at high speed.

“Useful weapons. As stupid as his human, his inner” while smiling widely.

Apparently he remembered the time he caught a bullet that Blade Muller's gun fired so easily. Hehe…