BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 141 MANUNGGALING KAWULA

EPS 141 MANUNGGALING KAWULA

Losing is like the supply of air in a vacuum, which suddenly becomes zero. It almost made your chest explode. It scatters all feelings: sadness, anxiety, anger and despair. But the desire to have it is still too great to ignore. So give back to the fact that everything we have always comes and goes with time. Like a dead bud and then a new one. Automatically!

And Ren is completely gone. She never again came out of the isolation room and appeared in front of Pranaja, Min Ho and her sister Ryong Bae. Placing a wound in Pranaja's heart and growing a question in the hearts of two other handsome young men. But they can do nothing but maintain faithfulness and love. Even though their worship has disappeared.

Then suddenly a young monk met them.

“Enter you to the banquet hall. Monk Head wants to talk to you guys,” he said.

The three young men nodded their heads almost simultaneously. Then walked excitedly towards the place that the young monk mentioned earlier. In a white room they sat in a row. In front of them was a rectangular-shaped table. There are four black boxes placed on top of it. It seemed that the boxes were meant for them, one each.

Kriyets!

The large door made of ebony was evident. Monk O went in to meet them.

“Buddhonubhavena Sotthi Hotu, may you all prosper,” Monk O said greeting.

The old monk lowered his head while cupping both palms in front of his chest. His voice sounded soft and penetrated. The three young men immediately stood up from their seats. Replying salutations while doing the same movement as the Monk before him.

“Sit you back,” he said.

Pranaja and the two young men immediately returned to their seats. Then it was silent waiting for the words from Monk O.

“I invited all of you here, because I got the deposit I had to hand over to you. Look at the wooden box that is in front of you.”

The three young men looked closely at the black-painted wooden box.

“Take the wooden box for each of you,” Monk O continued.

"But who left this box to you?” ask Ryong.

“Ryung Nae.” sahut Monk O brief.

Ryong and Min Ho's faces gasped. Only Pranaja was silent, he could already guess it, if the box was from Ren.

“Ren?!” sahut Ryong's.

“Where is he?” min Ho asked as he looked at Monk O's face.

“Ren is fine. He is now in a very good place. You don't have to worry about it.”

Then Monk O tells about Ren's desire to distance himself from world life and devote the rest of his life to Monk in Bongjeon temple. He was now in a hidden place to isolate and meditate. Of course Monk O's words shocked the two young men.

“What happened to him is actually a saint,” asked Min Ho.

“Can I meet him for the last time?” ryong.

Monk O shook his head, his face looked sad.

“He just told you not to wait for him. And keep your lives.”

Ryong looked straight at Pranaja.

“You can't just shut up Pranaja. You love her, don't you? And my sister loves you too. Only you can cancel his intention to become a monk.”

“I've done it, but failed.”

Ryong's face turned angry.

“What? So you already know everything. Why did you let him? What love do you have huh!”

“She did all this too for love.”

Then Pranaja recounted all of Ren's last messages spoken to him. Ryong and Min Ho just froze in place.

“Ren,” hiss Min Ho.

Beyond the whizzing breeze, it carried a message of uneasiness from a heart that yearned indefinitely. Ah, life is just a journey of finding a way back to the Creator. The soul is a piece of cotton that flies through the journey of life from the atmara rajya or nature before birth to the life of Jibanera prakreti, then the death realm of Mr.tyura 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.

***

Police Headquarters, Jakarta July 25, 2021

The large room in one of the Bareskrim buildings looks so quiet. Dandung could even hear the reflection of his own voice echoing as he was talking to his boss AKBP Samson. Apparently they were talking about something very important. Dandung's face looked so tense. Occasionally he shook his head, the next time he would nod his head while listening to his boss's explanation.

“Ron Muller's movements continue to be monitored. Our intel has detected its presence around the Megapolitan region,”, Samson said.

“Yes, I was expecting it too. He came to avenge his brother's death”

“The motive is the revenge of Blade Muller's death. And he didn't come alone. There were about two hundred trained soldiers who came with him. They are a combination of personal bodyguards and mercenaries trained by Blade Muller.”

Dandung scrunched his forehead.

“With such a large army there will definitely be a big clash when meeting Pramono's bodyguards and Megapolitan security officers.”

“Even according to intelligence data, there is a professional army unit hidden there. This team will become a backup force if the confrontation continues to heat up.”

Geck! Geck! Geck!

I heard the door on the outside.

“Please enter,” says Samson.

Zrdd..

The big door was slid. A young officer, Dandung's age, entered the room. His body is tall and strong. Wearing combat uniforms from the Anti-Terror Detachment. Then the man stood beside Dandung. He is the AKP Zen Rumiwa, the platoon commander of the Special Detachment anti-terror force.

“Zen?” his inner.

“The two of you will be assigned to jump directly to perform the necessary actions when a confrontation occurs. Dandung became a field commander, and the Zen army became a support force behind.”

“Ready!” dandung and Zen together.

“And there was another special forces of interpol police who came to arrest international fugitive Alexander Busco, for his illegal possession of weapons and his involvement in hypnotherapy which led to mass murder in several developing world.”

Dandung and Zen listened carefully word by word coming out of his superior.

“There's one more. Special agent of the British Secret Service who has long been involved in the case of Blade Muller and now his younger brother Ron Muller, was directly recommended Director of the Secret Intelligent Service (Dinas Secret UK).”

The door is back open. Someone came into the room. From the sound of the knock of his shoes on the floor, Dandung could already guess.

“Welcome miss Lucra Venzi!” samson.

Dandung just thin. Tuh right?