BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 71 SANDYAKALA

EPS 71 SANDYAKALA

Sandyakala that afternoon closed the meaningful encounter. Although at first there was a little tension, but eventually the atmosphere became liquid. Miryam's tenderness and Pranaja's humble attitude made the suspicions among them disappear. Even Miryam has admitted that Pranaja is really a descendant of Panembahan Somawangi. This happened after he tested for himself the three powers of Begawan Wanayasa controlled by Pranaja.

“I don't know how the story goes, brother Somawangi can have offspring. But I am also not interested in listening to him, because it is not my business anymore,” Miryam said.

Pranaja stared at her eyes as pretty as that angel deeply. How tough this woman is. What suffering is really being felt in his heart?

“However we should know this story, so that there will be no more misunderstandings between us. Please, let me tell you everything.”

Miryam smiled, then nodded her head. For a moment Pranaja was fascinated. It was the most beautiful smile the young man had seen in his entire life.

“Good. I will listen to you,” Miryam said in the end.

Pranaja took a deep breath, then took it out in a long breath. After that he began to tell the history of the birth of the family of the great Somawangi Trah from the moment the body of Panembahan Somawangi at the base of Sendang Edi Peni who had restored his power as a man. After that Panembahan Somawangi married Demang Wanasepi's daughter Raden Ayu Ameswari Setyariyaning Dyah Pitaloka.

“All of it was designed by Eyang Roro Lawe. As you know, the eyes of Roro Lawe and Eyang Karangkobar have long left the world crowd. Only Panembahan Somawangi can be expected to marry and continue the lineage of Begawan Wanayasa.”

Miryam nodded her head. And their conversation must be ended, because from the direction of the mosque of Assalam, which is in the neighborhood of Pesantren, I heard the sound of azan, a sign of the time Maghrib has arrived. Pranaja and Andika immediately stand up and say goodbye to Miryam. That's when Pranaja just realized, there is a figure of a man who fell asleep deep in the glass box. But he could not ask.

“Ayo Pranaja, we go directly to the mosque,” take Andika while dragging Pranaja's hand.

Pranaja immediately walked in Andika's footsteps. Actually his heart was a little upset, but how else had Maghrib's time arrived. His eyes still briefly glanced at the man lying quietly inside the glass box. ‘Who is that man? Why is he in Miryam's room? Or is that a man named Santika? Miryam's husband who was buried under the sacred tree five years ago?

***

Ba’da Maghrib, guests have begun to arrive. Most of them want to follow the study of Kyai Badrussalam, all congregational prayers at the pesantren mosque. There is a more steady feeling when you can congregate in the mosque owned by Pesantren. Mingle with thousands of students who pray together.

Several large goats were slaughtered, then roasted on medium fire on a stone stove. Pranaja who is also a reliable cook gives recipes how to cook good beef to the cooks in the kitchen. Instantly the smell of roasted meat was rippling into the smell of everyone who kept coming into the courtyard of the mosque, provoking hunger.

‘Hm, so good shoulder grilled meat,” their inner.

But there was something else that caught their attention. Ensuring confusing news about pregnant women in pesantren. And baby Miryam who can crush the shoulder bones of her own baby shaman.

And that's really electrifying.

***

After the Maghrib prayer, Andika returned to meet Miryam, but this time she came alone. The young man was given the task of kyai Badrussalam to persuade Miryam to give his son's name. He believes Andika can persuade the woman, because of their closeness. As soon as he came he immediately held the son of Miryam. Other than her mother, only with Andika the baby did not go berserk while in the carrier.

“Laala..Liilili..” Andika said while putting on a funny face.

“Oekekek,” the baby smiled while chattering to himself.

“What else is Andika?” asked Miryam with a surprised face.

Andika kissed the little baby's forehead, then held it tightly in her arms. Let the baby listen to his father's heartbeat. Until the baby fell asleep and then laid on his bed. She stared for a moment at the cute but dangerous baby ‘’, then turned her head towards her mother.

“In the meantime your son's seven-day salute will be held. You really don't want to give him a name?” andika said a moment later.

Miryam shook her head.

“I told Badrussalam that it was his father's duty.”

“You know for yourself that your beautiful legs are still asleep in a long sleep? How will he name his son?”

“I'll be patient waiting for him”

“You can Miryam, but what about your son?” said Andika. “However he needs a name.”

Miryam. His heart was filled with worry. He saw Santika's body sitting quietly in his glass box. His own eyes look teary.

“Why don't you try asking your beautiful brother?” said Andika.

Miryam rubbed her two eyes which started to condense. He looked at Andika's face deeply. Why didn't it happen to me huh? his inner. Andika opened both her hands. Miriam stood up slowly towards him. He grabbed Andika's body, then spread his head on the young man's chest. The heartbeat of her husband inside Andika's body was beating even harder.

Dug.dug…

Her tears were flowing more and more, but she kept trying to develop her smile.

“What are you doing in your dream legs?” Miryam. “Sleep as much as you can, and build when you're tired of your dreams.”

Dugdug...Dugdug...Dugdug…

His heart rate is going faster. Apparently Santika's heart felt the presence of the woman he loved.

“I came just to ask for your blessing. Your son needs a name, and I have to give it to him because you're still asleep in your dreams. Would you allow me?” miryam whispered on her lips.

Dugdug!...Dugdug!...Dugdug!...

The sound of Santika's heartbeat was even heard in Andika's ears. Looks like Santika allowed Miryam to name their baby.

“You're right Andika, Santika's brother has approved me to name my son,” Miryam said with a smile.

He let go of his hands that hugged Andika's body. Then he sat back down at his party. Many times both of her hands tried to stop her tears from flowing. But it didn't work. It feels like his feelings are soaring in the novelty of being happy.

“Then think now what name you will give your son,” Andika said. “Don't be long, the salvation event will be starting soon.”

“Actually Santika's brother and I have prepared a name for our baby, be it a prince or a princess. And that name I always kept in my mind.”

Miryam was silent, her forehead wrinkled like she was considering something. Andika sat quietly in front of him, waiting for his answer. Until Miryam finally mentioned a name.

“Name Arya Janu.”