BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 53 STRONG BABY

EPS 53 STRONG BABY

The morning was not as usual. The freezing cold felt like skin pricks. Millions of drops of dew gathered in units of cotton-white snowflakes. Gently greet the faces of the Somawangi breed who want to go to the fields as usual. I have never felt such a cold morning. Some residents who are still reluctant to get up, pull the blanket back looking for warmth in it.

Pranaja and Panembahan Mbah Iro stand brightly in the apartment building pendopo Joglo House. They stared at the snow falling covering the landscape of Padukuhan Somawangi. I don't know where these snowflakes came from, they can't know for sure. But their minds had the same guess, the snowfall that occurred this morning was the action of people who had the power of Tirtanala besides Pranaja and Miryam.

“It feels like we need to quickly meet eyang Miryam, grandfather,” said Pranaja.

“You are right Pranaja. I totally agree. But isn't Kyai Badrussalam not willing to accept our arrival because Miryam's eyes are waiting for the birth of his second son?” sahut Panembahan Mbah Iro's.

“There is good brother Panembahan contact Kyai Bardrussalam now, because this situation is very precarious,” said Eyang Penatus who suddenly appeared behind them.

“After all we need immediate certainty to know who is Eyang Miryam and ensure its relationship with the ancestors of Trah Somawangi,” continued Raden Mas Parto.

Panembahan Mbah Iro turned his body. He looked at his two cousins, thinking for a while.

“I think what you're saying is all reasonable. I will try to contact Kyai Badrussalam, to ask for permission to meet.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro walking towards sanggar pamujan. With his inner strength he will try to contact Kyai Badrussalam.

“Eh, why did grandpa leave?” ask Pranaja wonder.

“Your grandfather will meet the Badrussalam kyai in the form of a soup,” said eyang Penatus.

“Rear of Adi Ari-Ari Crater. Panembahan Mbah Iro will Raga Sukma, his body wadag remains here, but his tribe will go to Pesantren Ksatriyan Santri,” continued Mas Parto.

Pranaja smiled as he shook his head.

“No need for eyeballs. Let me contact Andika and Abah Kyai Badrussalam.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro stopped his steps. The three grandfathers looked at Pranaja's face in wonder. But they know, Pranaja has many supernatural abilities that they do not know all about.

“Good. What are you gonna do?” ask Mbah Iro.

Pranaja took out his advanced mobile phone from inside the wooden box. After pressing the on button, the flat object instantly shook and gave off a blue light. The three surprised grandfathers instantly retreated and acted wary. Hm, what other heirloom belong to the de facto leader of the Somawangi Trah?

“Other heirlooms do you have Pranaja? I've even seen it,” said Eyang Penatus.

“This is called a modern-day heirloom, a cell phone the term. Grandpa, don't ask too many questions, I'll explain. Now the important thing, grandfather Panembahan opened a little occult veil that covered the earth Padukuhan Somawangi.”

“For what Pranaja?”

“Let the signal can go in.”

“Signal? What creature is it?”

“You want to enter foreign creatures into the Land of Perdikan Somawangi?” this time Raden Mas Parto who spoke while glaring.

Hadewh, Pranaja shook his head while smiling knots.

“The signal was the source of this heirloom grandfather's power. It was not a creature but the power of the gods sent from the sky.”

Wow, his three grandfathers looked at each other while gawking. Panembahan Mbah Iro immediately opened a little magical veil that covered the dukuh Somawangi from the view of outsiders. Even protected from satellite images, so this solidity can not be found on google map. Once the sheath is opened a little, the cellular signal goes straight in and connects Pranaja's phone with the outside world.

Drrr..Drrr....Drr.t..!

Knee..Kneut...!

“Assalaamu’alaikum! Pranaja!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam! Andika!”

“It just so happens that you contacted me. From earlier I tried to contact you but the signal was very difficult,” Andika said.

Pranaja raised both of his eyebrows. His hunch Andika will definitely talk about the same problem that happened in the Somawangi settlement.

“Is there anything important, Andika?”

“Abah Kyai Badrussalam asked you to come to Pesantren, with Grandpa Panembahan Mbah Iro.”

“Hm, did this morning snowfall also occur Pesantren?”

Instead of answering Pranaja's question, Andika turned off her phone.

“Already, anyway you came here. Later all explained the same Abah.”

Click!

Pranaja was a little upset, but he tried to understand Andika's state. Maybe something extraordinary is going on in the boarding house, so he can't talk for long. Hence Kyai Badrussalam asked himself and Panembahan's grandfather to come there. Then he turned his head towards the three grandfathers standing behind him. Apparently they are still amazed by Pranaja's cellphone heirloom that can invite people to talk.

“That Bengal Glass, Pranaja?” ask them together.

Pranaja just smiled. He was also confused as to what to say. Then without answering their questions, he put his phone back in a wooden box. Then invited his three grandfathers to pack because he was invited by Badrussalam to come to the Pesantren Ksatriyan Santri.

***

The red baby was asleep quietly in his mother's arms. Her tiny lips incessantly suck milk from \*\*\*\*\* Miryam. His eyes were tightly clenched, and his breathing was so calm. The umbilical cord is still intact, drooping between his legs. Apparently there is no tool that is able to cut the umbilical cord. That's why Kyai Badrussalam needs to talk to Panembahan Mbah Iro to find the right way to cut his umbilical cord.

Miryam's face was so bright. His lips were endlessly smiling. The pain of giving birth is no longer felt. Moreover, the power of Tirtanala in his body makes all the injuries caused during the childbirth process heal by itself. Torn wounds and damaged blood tissue returned intact as before.

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

“Waalaikumsalam!”

A santriwati and a baby shaman went into Miryam's room to clean up all the dirty cloths and bed linen due to labor. The shaman put down several bottles of herbal medicine drinks to strengthen the body of a mother after giving birth. After that he approached Miryam's body and looked at the baby with a look of amazement. He was born this morning, but his body has grown longer.

“Wadduh, handsome boy again bobo huh?” mbah dukun.

Miryam smile.

“How about mbok?” ask Miryam.

“I will bathe your son and massage some parts of your body, so as to return to normal,” said mbah Dukun.

Miryam nodded her head. He got up from his sleep and moved to a small couch in the corner of the room for a massage. Then the shaman approached the baby. Intended to massage it. But just as he was holding his leg, suddenly the red baby opened his eyes, then kicked the shaman's shoulder.

Bugs!

The old body staggered backwards almost pounding a large pole in the middle of the room. Fortunately Miryam swiftly caught it and laid it on the small cot. It looks like the shaman has fainted because his right shoulder is crushed. Miryam immediately placed her right hand on the tip of the old woman's head, channeling Tirtanala's soothing and healing powers.

“Tirtanala Power!”