BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 66 GOOD NAME
EPS 66 GOOD NAME
That morning Pesantren Kesatriyan Santri was busy. They will be the arrival of group guests from Padukuhan Somawangi. Pucul leadership of Trah Somawangi Panembahan Mbah Iro and his successor Rich Pranaja accompanied by his advisers will visit the residence Kyai Badrussalam. They were invited by the Kyai as a return visit in addition to the important things that will be discussed.
Andika became the busiest person. He was asked by Kyai Badrussalam to prepare everything. Starting from food and bed because the guests will stay for several days in the boarding school. They also clean and repaint parts of the building that look worn. The students were also asked to clean their respective building environment.
In the main building where Kyai Badrussalam lived with his family, Miryam was sitting together while breastfeeding her baby. Kyai Badrussalam used to call Miryam to come when the important thing they need to talk about. And as usual, Miryam just sat in silence while bowing her face.
“Two more days exactly seven days old your son Miryam. It's time for your son to be in the aqiqah and cut his hair. I have ordered Alimin to slaughter the biggest male goat tomorrow morning,” Kyai Badrussalam said.
Miryam just nodded her head while continuing to look at her son's face.
“Have you prepared a name for your son?”
Miryam. But his views turned to Kyai Badrussalam. It only occurred to him that his son needed a name.
“You should give your son a good name. Because the name contains prayer and hope to Alloh Subhanahu wa ta’ala,” continued Kyai Badrussalam.
Miryam was silent. It seemed that the beautiful woman who never aged was frowning her forehead. Maybe he was thinking about the words of abah kyai Badrussalam. A good name? He hasn't even thought about it. He saw the face of a baby who was sleeping on his lap.
“Good name?” miryam was almost inaudible.
Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head.
“Usually a seven-day-old baby is named by his father or guardian. As Abdul Mutholib did to his grandson Rosulululloh Muhammad Solallohu’alaihi wasallam.”
“Then wait for Santika's brother to wake up from his sleep. Let her father give her the name.”
Kyai Badrussalam let out a long sigh. He wants to explain that Santika is dead, and will not wake up again. But his lips had no power to say. He did not want to offend the woman who had just given birth. Some time they were silent too.
“Or you can also give him the name Miryam,”, said Kyai Badrussalam again.
But Miryam shook her head quickly, her eyes staring intently at the face of the kyai.
“No! As you say, giving a good name is his father's duty. So let Santika's brother do it later.”
Finally Kyai Badrussalam just nodded his head. However, he did not want to make Miryam angry. It is too heavy a risk, especially if they will have guests. Better he find another way to persuade the sensitive gentle woman. And for that he has to be extra patient.
“Well if that's your wish, I can understand it. Now you can go back to your room,” said Kyai Badrussalam.
Miryam inched backwards, then stood up and left the residence of the leader of the santri knight boarding school slowly. Leaving Kyai Badrussalam who was still standing in the middle of the big room. His shady eyes stared straight ahead. Beyond the gentle whistling wind swayed the restless leaves waiting for the sun to return to its contest.
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But the next day, Kyai Badrussalam again called Miryam to come to his residence. In the spacious pendopo room, Kyai Badrussalam sat cross-legged with white clothes and turban on a green carpet. In that room there was no table or chair, so all the guests who came must be asked to sit on the carpet.
“There's more you call me Badrussalam?” ask Miryam.
Although Badrussalam kyai is the leader of the boarding school, but their age is very far adrift. Miryam is a human who came from the time of five years ago. So even though his appearance is older, Miryam still calls kyai sepuh it by directly saying his name.
“I just remind you that tomorrow there is a celebration of the birth of your son.”
Miryam nodded her head while looking at the kyai strangely. He felt that Badrussalam was speaking too carefully, like something was hidden.
“I already know. You don't have to call me just to tell me something I already know, do you?”
“Is there anything you want to say but you are reluctant to reveal it?” asked Miryam with a pressing tone.
Kyai Badrussalam smiled. It turned out that Miryam's feelings were so sensitive.
“I mean, tomorrow I will have many guests. One of them is the people from the unity of Somawangi.”
Kyai Badrussalam stopped his sentence, then glanced at Miryam's face at a glance. He wanted to know the woman's reaction. But Miryam's face was ordinary, remaining cold without any expression.
“You're not surprised Miryam?”
Miryam shook her head.
“No. Why should I be surprised? They must have come to take revenge, for I have crippled their leader, brother Panembahan Smawangi.”
“You were wrong. They did not come for revenge. They just want to mine you.”
“Good.”
“Sorry. If you may know, why did you take down the great leader of the Somawangi Race?”
“Kakang Somawangi was my first husband before I met Santika's brother. I paralyzed his body because he killed my father and his father brother Santika vilely.”
Kyai Badrussalam's face was still glued. Suddenly, he saw a strange fire light in Miryam's eyes. Vengeance, anger, but also respect.
“Nah, maybe the arrival of Panembahan Somawangi's descendant here is to apologize to you.”
Miryam raised both of her eyebrows black and thick.
“They are all liars.”
“What? They are liars?”
“Somawangi's back is not a real man. He could not have had a descendant.”
“What do you mean Miryam.”
“The strength of Tirtanala he has makes his male organ not work. For ten years of being his wife, he never even managed to do it to me.”
Kyai Badrussalam. Then, who are the descendants of Panembahan Mbah Iro and the entire Somawangi Tribe? Is there another Somawangi figure?
“Then you can explain it when you meet them later,” said Kyai Badrusslam finally.
But Miryam shook her head.
“I don't need to meet with fraudsters. What for anyway? Kakang Somawangi is just a past that I have forgotten.”
“The problem is because some of them have mastered the power of Tirtanala, just like your strength.”
Miryam was silent for a moment. He remembered very well, in order to gain the power of Tirtanala, one had to go on a silent journey and had to ascend under the waterfall of Curug Plethuk, in the high area of Dieng. And only Panembahan Somawangi knew about it.
“Really? That's an impossible thing. What is the name of the person who mastered Tirtanala?”
“Rich Pranaja!”