BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
THE EPS 151 END OF LOVE STORIES

THE EPS 151 END OF LOVE STORIES

(T A M A T)

The earth is dark under the night sky. The moon that did not appear further cemented the existence of the stars. Their rays were twinkling like the gemstones that were titled on a black cloth. So beautiful and amazing. It shakes every heart to give praise to the True Owner of Life.

Santika's body looks peaceful residing in a glass box. Like a sleeping person covered with beautiful dreams, sung melodious songs by heavenly angels who have been waiting for his presence. Could there be a limit to when something certain turns out to be irrefutable? Like an anomaly, when a dead person can't possibly come back to life, then God wants a different story?

Miryam closed her eyes. He did not want to feel hurt for the umpteenth time. Of course she did not feel confident, Pranaja could revive her dead husband for five more years. But in the corner of his heart, he still asked, fate changed the course of his life. In a world that is constantly revolving, we do not expect immortality, but at least we can get a miracle.

Pranaja took off the necklace at the end of which was a Blue Gem Dragon Stone pendant. According to the message of Shamtek the Great, the mustika gem can bring to life the dead. And Pranaja wanted to give the opportunity to Santika, so that he could make the heart of Miryam happy. Then the jewel necklace was placed on the heart of Santika who was beating fast.

And the miracle happened so fast. Clearly visible, the blue gemstone that came from the scales of the Earth guardian Dragon was penetrated into Santika's body. It pierced through his breast skin, then settled into his heart, leaving no marks at all. And a moment later, suddenly Santika's eyes opened. Like a person who was shocked while sleeping, he immediately sat up awake and called out his wife's name.

“Miryam!”his yell.

Everyone gasped in shock. But they were silent and looked on in amazement, as if they could not believe what they were seeing.

“Subhanalloh,” murmured Kyai Badrussalam.

“Oh, Hyang Jagad Batara, what miracle are you going to show me?” panembahan Mbah Iro.

“Ka..the back of Santika?” inner Miryam.

His lips were shaking but not a word came out of his mouth. His gaze was so sweet, resisting such a clumping longing. Her tears slowly dripped without her noticing.

“Miryam!” Santika called her name again.

And this time, Miryam could no longer hold her heart. He immediately ran towards Santika's body.

“Brug!”\

She threw her beautiful body over her husband, and hugged him tightly.

“Miryam?”

“Iya brother. This I've come.”

Santika's face looked confused.

“My wife, where have you been? Eyang Senthur is dead. We should immediately hold a sacred ceremony for him.”

Miryam fell silent while hugging Santika. Her heart trembled with happiness to see her husband actually come back to life.

“Miryam, where have you been. Earlier...”

Santika's speech stopped. His eyes were fixed on Ken Darsih, the girl whose face was exactly the same as his wife's.

“You? Who are you?”

Santika remembers that Ken Darsih had injured his chest with his poisonous claws. Slowly he touched her breast skin. But there was no pain or injury. It's all normal. Miryam took off her embrace, then looked at Santika's face deeply.

“Everything is fine Brother. Trust me,” he said. “I will tell you everything.”

Santika returned Miryam's eyes. He felt a sense of happiness enveloping his wife's heart. And he doesn't want to ruin it.

“Ya, darling. I believe in you.”

Miriam hugged her husband's body. Shedding all feelings and longing. Akh, it turns out that my struggle has an end. The real destiny line is not cruel, it only gives us learning, so we know what it means to be happy.

***

Miryam told me everything. About the cremated remains of Eyang Senthir with a sacred ceremony, about Ken Darsih, Arya Janu and why they can be in different places and times. And Santika can accept everything. His face also looked happy. All because they live love as a gift. Love makes things easier.

“Ken Darsih, come here. Give greetings to your romomu,” said Miryam.

Ken Darsih hesitated. He realized he was the one who killed Santika. But Santika smiled kindly. He welcomed the girl's hand.

“Uncle's greetings,” he said.

Santika smiled.

“Uncle? I'm your mother's husband. That means I'm your father too.”

“Call romo to your father,” connect Miryam.

Santika instead hugged Ken Darsih gently and kissed her forehead.

“You're as beautiful as your mother.”

His right hand grabbed the body of Miryam who was carrying Arya Janu.

“We are all family. I want to rebuild the village of Jalatunda, according to Senthir's message,” he said.

Miryam. Ah, Santika's brother has not realized that they are now in the five-year period of their time.

“I'm sorry about eyang. Is there any other desire that you want to realize?” ask Pranaja suddenly.

Santika stared intently at Pranaja's body. Miryam nodded her head.

“Iya Pranaja. Kakang Santika and I want to go back to Jalatunda.”

Pranaja.

“I mean that we want to go back to 1515?”

“Iya. Can you help Pranaja?”

Pranaja fell silent, thinking for a moment. That meant he had to open the portal door to break through time back to the five years ago. For that he needed the Dragon Sword, which could direct the portal door. The sacred sword darling disappeared, as soon as she parted ways with the Great Shamtek.

“Sorry, this time I can't meno.”

Box.clothes.clothes…!

Not finished talking, suddenly heard his gun box sounding rowdy. Pranaja immediately checked it out, and he was shocked by what he saw. Dragon Sword!

“What do you mean Pranaja? You can't help me?” Miriam repeated her request.

Pranaja shook his head quickly.

“No eye, of course I will help you,” he said with a happy smile.

Miryam's eyes were perfectly rounded.

“Really?”

Pranaja nodded his head.

“We will do it later tonight, at the time of the full moon, in the place where the tree of Love grows.”

Miryam agreed. Likewise Kyai Badrussalam and Panembahan Mbah Iro. And now they have to prepare everything.

***

That night the full moon reappeared. His body hung dashing in its perfectly round shape in the black sky. There was nothing but the king of Surya.

“I'll put you guys in a stone crate. After that, I just throw it through the portal door,” explained Pranaja.

Miryam nodded her head. He gave it all to the young man. They were all in front of the tree of Love, surrounded by Kyai Badrussalam. Panembahan Mbah Iro, Raden Mas Parto, and several pairs of lovebirds who are warm love. Subrata with Vania, Marcon Allpanigard with Susan See, Andika with Fitri Ray, and Anastasia Pramono who came with Pranaja.

One by one Santika and his family members came in and laid their bodies in it. Beside Santika is Miryam, then Ken Darsih and last is Arya Janu. Slowly Pranaja closed the stone coffin tightly. Tied with a rope that is strong enough. After that, take the Dragon sword.

“Hiyaa!”

Pranaja shouted as he raised the tip of his Dragon sword into space. An extremely dazzling white radiance radiated profusely splitting the sky. Creating a wind vortex that is getting faster and faster. Black clouds cover the earth.

Jelg! Jelg!

The sky was getting darker and covered in dark clouds. The sun, moon and stars covered in water vapor are very thin white. The wisps of ice vapor like white cotton gathered together and started to spin, the longer it got faster. The wind blew followed by a terrible rumbling sound. Then the center of the round slowly opened, forming a very long hallway. He returned to Jalatunda in 1515.

“Hiyaa!” yell Pranaja again.

His left hand held the stone chest. Then with incredible force, the stone coffin was thrown through the portal door. The stone coffin floated high, darting through time back into the beloved homeland.

Wush!

The Pranaja threw the Dragon sword at the portal door as well. The merchant opening the passageway of time darted towards the portal door. Getting closer to the passage of time, the Dragon sword he was holding began to erode into dust flakes. Pranaja retreated backwards, clasping Anastasia's hand. Then their faces looked up, followed by the other faces, until the portal door closed again.

“May you get your happiness Eyang Miryam!” his yell.

The portal quickly closed. The swirling cloud clump also disappeared. Replacing the bright moonlight, covering the bodies that are being hit happy. Such is life, after tragedies and trials we will end in happiness.