BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 23 FIBER DEWA RUCI

EPS 23 FIBER DEWA RUCI

Like a star at night. Flute blowers chant longing songs and silent singing. Peaceful shepherds close their eyes. Keeping life in the savannah. Tomorrow the wind will run again. Giving cold to the dew dripping in the clear of your eyes.

“Again, did my brother Kyai Badrussalam stop at dukuh Somawangi?’ tanya Panembahan Mbah Iro.

They were sitting together in the Amperan, a kind of side veranda room, in the Joglo House which became the residence of the Great Leader of the Trah Somawangi. Enjoy the night breeze that blows agitated. Slapping the leaves that ducked in the darkness. But why do the old faces of both look so bright?

“Before I thank you for your welcome, and apologize for inconveniencing you,” said Kyai Badrussalam.

Panembahan Mbah Iro shook his head.

“No need to hesitate, brother. Ever since I first met, I've felt there was an interest that would link us all.”

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head, as he also had the same feeling.

“I visited your residence because I needed your help.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro was silent for a moment. The face of the Kyai is deep.

“I will always help you, brother. Just tell me what your difficulties are.”

Kyai Badrussalam. Then take the cloth wrap that is in the backpack Andika. Carefully he opened the life knot rope that tied the cloth. The face of Panembahan Mbah Iro looks amazed, when he saw two books and some dried leaves. There are writings neatly arranged on it.

“Hyang Jagad Dewa Batara! Am I dreaming?” panembahan Mbah Iro.

Both of his eyes looked sparkling and his facial lines implied admiration. By looking at the cover alone, Panembahan immediately knew what book was in front of him. It was the God Fiber Ruci. 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.

“What does Panembahan know about this book?”

Panembahan Mbah Iro immediately nodded his head.

“This book is the source of all the books written by the mpu who lived on the archipelago thousands of years ago. No one's ever seen him. Only Roro Lawe memorized the 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.”

Kyai Badrussalam was silent to the explanation of Panembahan Mbah Iro. He saw there were water points in both corners of the eyes of the Great Leader of the Somawangi Trah. Like a longing. Or the novelty that was spilled when he received a love letter from the heart that suddenly appeared before him.

“Can I touch my brother?” tanya Panembahan Mbah Iro.

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head.

“Please Panembahan. It is precisely my coming here to ask Panembahan to translate the contents of these books. Because Andika and I don't understand the language.”

With trembling hands Panembahan Mbah Iro grabbed the book, then held it in his arms. Slowly her tears came. It is indeed an immeasurable gift, at almost full age, to be able to see the book that is considered to have been destroyed.

A few moments both of them were silent. Kyai Badrussalam let Panembahan Mbah Iro dissolve in his feelings. He did not want to ruin the happiness so radiated in his old friend's line. Perhaps for Panembahan Mbah Iro, Fiber Dewa Ruci is a scripture that contains knowledge and guidance on life after death.

“Who is the owner of these books my brother?” tanya Panembahan Mbah Iro later.

“This book is in a stone coffin with a married couple who lived five years ago. The stone coffin was buried under the guava tree that became our first meeting place.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro again gasped in shock.

“You mean the sacred tree that grew at the location of Megapolitan? Trees shrouded in Tirtanala?” power

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head. Panembahan Mbah Iro tried to recall the moment of the meeting.

The night was so dark and cold. Seen a shadow that flashes quickly through the Megapolitan region. From his rapid movements, it can be guessed that he is a qualified martial world figure. His body so lightly floated above the Megapolitan land that it was so vast, barren and arid. There did not appear to be a single tree trunk that grew in an area of thousands of hectares.

“I must find Pranaja before the full moon comes tomorrow,” Inner Panembahan Mbah Iro.

Just now he got a dumpling from Begawan Wanayasa to take Pranaja to the top of a dead mountain. The young man's body will be immersed in a lake of hot water called Sendang Edi Peni, for seven days and seven nights. But suddenly, his steps came to a halt when he saw that there was an oddity before his eyes.

“Eh, what tree is it? Why does the stem emit light?”

A guava tree grew towered alone in the middle of the barren land. It was so sturdy and upright like there was a magical power supporting it. And Panembahan Mbah Iro recognized the power that enveloped the tree.

“Tirtanala Power? Is it true what I feel? The tree emits the power of Tirtanala?” his inner.

Slowly he walked up to the tree. Then stand straight in front of him. With trembling hands he touched his trunk. Hm, so cold and stinging. There was a chill trying to get into his bloodstream, so cold and freezing. Panembahan immediately pulled his hand back. He saw the tree deeply.

“Hm, what other puzzles is this?” his inner.

Suddenly there was the sound of someone calling his name. His voice was so crisp, and he knew who the owner of the voice was.

“Grandpa! Grandpa Panembahan is here!” shouting Pranaja.

But Panembahan Mbah Iro did not care about it. He looked closely at the Tree of Love. Apparently he had not been able to overcome his shock, when he realized that the sacred tree was freezing cold due to the power of Tirtanala. The power that only the descendants of the Chosen Somawangi Tribe possess. Even he himself as the leader of the Somawangi Trah did not master it.

The One Who Chosen is Rich Pranaja.

“Grandpa! Hallouuww!” yelled Pranaja trying to distract Panembahan.

Some time Panembahan Mbah Iro still stood glued.

“You recognized the power that made this tree survive right Pranaja?”

The man who was sitting hoeing on the big rock, nodded his head.

“Of course grandpa. This is the power of Tirtanala,” answered Pranaja.

Panembahan's face grew tense. He stared hard at Pranaja.

“Maybe this is the legacy tree of Panembahan Somawangi. I mean he planted it himself, then covered it with the power of Tirtanala, so he could live forever?”

Pranaja was silent. He doesn't know what to answer. What was clear was that he was astonished, it was not usual for Panembahan's grandfather to ask him. Usually he asked a lot of great teachers of the book of Irodarsulasikin.

“Indeed the story of this tree is not in the book of Irodarsulasikin grandfather?” ask Pranaja.

The Panembahan just shook his head. Then they fell silent, playing with their minds.