BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 35 PANEMBAHAN PRANAJA

EPS 35 PANEMBAHAN PRANAJA

Moon, stop chasing him and make me your Sun….

Soluble is something that is lost in an endless loop. Taste is a pseudo-shadow of deceptive beauty. Likes are contaminated eye sight. Missing is an exaggerated wishful thinking about something that does not exist. And love is the accumulation of everything.

Drowning in a quiet atmosphere, playing with disappointment because of excessive love? Panembahan Mbah Iro, Raden Mas Parto, Eyang Penatus and Rich Pranaja bowed their heads. Play with your own heart and mind. Like a person who suddenly feels lost in a dark world. The bright light now stayed flickering in the silent night.

Their souls were shaken, like they were not ready to know the dark side of Panembahan Somawangi who had been worshiped as a human equivalent to a god. Then there was contradiction. Transferring a fetus from its mother's womb to another woman's uterus unnoticed? That's the perfect crime. The most brutal atrocities, regardless of how many hearts will be hurt. And that will be the black hole borne by his offspring.

“Truly stupid and cowardly!” muttered Pranaja suddenly.

Panembahan Mbah Iro, Eyang Penatus and Raden Mas Parto were like jerks. Their views simultaneously glared at Pranaja. No one ever dared to speak ugly palagi berated Panembahan Somawangi. The people they worship are like gods.

“If Miryam is the wife of Eyang Panembahan Somawangi, then who are we, grandfather? In the book of Irodarsulasikin clearly written, the wife of Eyang Panembahan Somawangi is Raden Ayu Ameswari Setyariyaning Diah Pitaloka, Or Eyang Riyani,” muttered Pranaja back.

He was just as indifferent to the angry gaze of his grandfathers. For him right now anger is not something that matters. What happened to Miryam and Ken Darsih is a human tragedy. Especially if the two angels fight to save their lives without knowing who they really are.

“I have to meet Eyang Miryam in Pesantren abah Badrussalam,” he said.

Hearing Pranaja's words, his three grandfathers simultaneously widened his eyes even wider. Pranaja's going to see Miryam? Isn't that too much of a hurry?

“Do not act recklessly Pranaja! We don't know for sure who Miryam really is!” said Raden Mas Parto Sharp.

“You are the great leader of the Somawangi Trah. Don't let your actions hurt the entire Begawan Wanayasa lineage!” eyang Penatus continued no less hard.

Pranaja looked at both of his grandfather's faces.

“Then where will we get certainty if not from Eyang Miryam himself? Just because I am the Great Leader of the Somawangi Race, I am responsible for knowing as clearly as possible about our whereabouts grandfather.”

“Life guidelines Trah Somawangi is the book of Irodarsulasikin my grandson, that is what we must believe,” said Panembahan Mbah Iro with a stifled voice.

“And it turns out that's not enough grandpa. This book cannot answer what is written in the leaf. I'm sure this story is true. Eyang Senthir is an Acarya, I'm sure he doesn't lie.” says Pranaja.

The eyes of his grandfather's three eyes slowly dimmed.

“What should we do grandpa? Keep harboring lies, or trying to find the truth?” said Pranaja again.

His three grandfathers fell silent, trying to catch the intent of the young man's words.

“Imagine grandfather, if Miryam ever met Ken Darsih beyond our knowledge. Then the two fight until someone is injured, this will be the sin of Eyang Panembahan Somawangi and all his descendants,” said Pranaja.

Ah, Pranaja's words so touched the hearts of his three grandfathers. They immediately lowered their heads. Respect to their new leader. It turned out that Pranaja was so hard and dared to show his responsibility, even in situations that suddenly messed with their hearts and minds. Panembahan Mbah Iro shifted his seat, approaching Pranaja.

“Force us,” said Panembahan Mbah Iro in the end. “What you say is true, Pranaja. You'd better meet Kyai Badrussalam and convey your heart's intent to meet Miryam.”

“Sorry grandpa. After hearing the life story of Miryam written by Eyang Senthir earlier, suddenly I want to visit the Pesantren Ksatryan Santri,” said Pranaja.

Kyai Badrussalam smiled.

“You are the Great Leader of the Somawangi Race. We are pleased to welcome you Panembahan Pranaja.”

Andika immediately closed her mouth because she could not bear to hear Abah Kyai Badrussalam's words that sounded strange.

‘Panembahan Pranaja? Hehehe..stupid old,’ inner.

Pranaja's face immediately met with red while glancing at Andika.

‘Surely Andika is laughing at me,’ she said inwardly.

“Ehm, look at grandfather. I also intend to meet Eyang Miryam, can you?”

Again Andika closed her mouth holding back a laugh.

‘Eyang Miryam? Even you will fall in love once you see Pranaja,’ Inner Andika again. ‘Hehehe..’

“Sorry Panembahan. It's good that you postpone your meeting with your eyes,” said Kyai Badrussalam.

“Why Cake?”

“At this time it is Eyangmu waiting for the birth of his son. I don't want her soul shaken and bothering the baby that's in her womb.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead. Is Miryam pregnant? Wasn't her husband dead? his inner.

“Before Santika died, they were husband and wife. And the fetus was already there and was buried in the coffin for five years,” said kyai Badrussalam like can read the inner Pranaja.

Whats? Pranaja's mouth involuntarily opened. The baby remained alive in his mother's womb for more than five years? Soaked in the power of Tirtanala? He must be very strong.

“Alright grandpa. I will follow your advice,” said Pranaja while nodding his head.

Pranaja immediately got up from his seat. His face is slightly bent. Huh! Andika must be laughing at me, her mind is upset. Then he turned his body, about to return to the place of Panembahan Mbah Iro. Suddenly Andika called him.

“Eits! Wait for Eyang Panembahan!”

Pranaja stopped his steps. But he did not want to turn around and look at Andika's face. He knew the young man was laughing at him.

“Not wear Anyang times!” muttered Pranaja annoyed.

“Ups, Wrong! Sorry Panembahan didn't wear Eyang! But if you want to visit me as a friend, I may. Is that Abah?” said Andika.

He looked towards Kyai Badrussalam with a big smile. Kyai Badrussalam also smiled, then nodded his head.

“Of course you can, Pranaja,” said.

Haha…

Everyone finally laughed. Breaking the ice that was created. Melting the rigid atmosphere that occurs because of the record of the Acarya.

***

In the silent room. Miriam sat by herself. Singing songs from the corner of the room. While enjoying the disguised face of the moon. As the cluster of black clouds was passing through it, it slowly covered part of its face. Until the atmosphere is completely dark. Like a love that no longer hopes.

For a moment the moon was completely dead. A dry wind blew from the dead mountain. Crows roaring on dead branches. Only Miryam's love never dies. The melodious plodder pierced the heart, proclaiming the endless longing.

Song kedresaning kapti, (Song of heart)

Yayah nglamong without prey, (As if raved without knowing the time)

Hingan silarja jatine, (Up to the most essential safety)

Satata samaptinya, (Always ready his heart)

Ruksa racket rakiting, (Facing network interference)

Hold tumaneming elbow, (Strong face anger)

Karasuk sakeh kasrakat's. (Receive all the suffering)

(Rangga Warsita, Fiber Jayengbaya)

Ah, these tears, they never dry for you Miryam. If only I could be your sun….