Jatukarmas
Chapter 12

The slopes of Mount Welirang are midnight, dark without stars. The atmosphere was silent, there was no sound of the night beast, as if all the inhabitants of the earth were asleep in sleep. Pasraman Begawan Wistara on the eastern slope was also quiet, not a single disciple was still awake. Except for the Begawan and his disciple who stood in the middle of the courtyard looking up at the sky.

"Look, kid. The fire shot towards Daha ..." Begawan Wistara pointed to the dark sky. Clearly a long-tailed fire had shot west. The disciple was none other than Raden Surya Kencana, watching the long tail of fire and moving like life.

"This is the sending of the fire of black magic, Rama Guru ? Who will be the target? It was so big the fire !"

"Try to open your eyes, ngger my son !" Begawan Wistara held the shoulder of his disciple. Raden Surya Kencana closed his eyes.

Instantly he saw his younger brother, Raden Suryapaksi . In the darkness, his sister was wrapped around thick black smoke like a dark mist. His sister who could not see in the dark, just walked to and fro without direction.

Raden Surya Kencana directed his gaze beyond the circle of fog. It turned out that his sister had been besieged by an invisible army, all of whom were members of the soft-tempered tribe of the tribe. They were not ordered to interfere. Just besieging and weakening strength and spirit.

By exerting his bath power, Raden Surya Kencana followed the origin of the arrival of the tailed fire. Raden Surya Kencana was taken away, to the east, until finally the eyes saw three beautiful women. Two people were already middle-aged, and another was young.

"Come ngger.." Begawan Wistara patted Surya Kencana softly. The young man slightly snapped and opened his eyes in astonishment. The young woman who sent black magic in her vision was none other than Galuh Sundari.

"Teacher, from the beginning I felt that my brother-in-law was not a simple person !" Raden Surya Kencana is still carried away by his feelings. "But the servant did not expect that Galuh Sundari could practice black magic."

"Bhairawa Kalachakra" muttered Begawan Wistara as he stroked his white beard.

"Isn't that a cult, Master?" Surya Kencana was surprised. "Those who believe in the flow, are devotees of Goddess Durga, Goddess of Death. Those who often perform worship dances in the cemetery. It is common knowledge that the higher-ups of Jenggala like to use the heretical and short-lived Bhairawa Kalachakra to gain power and devotion."

"Angger my son, come here. Let Rama explain to you.."

Begawan Wistara invited his students to sit on the bale-bale on the terrace next to the cottage. The cantileted and jasmine flowers of the forest that bloom beside the cottage spread a fragrant aroma, adding to the mystical atmosphere.

Patiently, Begawan Wistara explained to his student. The Tantrayana Bhairawa school embraced by the Jenggala higher ups is not a cult. It is the practice of followers of the school that often deviates from the essence and basis of its teachings.

"Our ancestors were also many who embraced the Tantrayana bhairawa school. Shiva and Goddess Durga. But they did it right. Panca makarapuja they do is a form of purification of body and soul, to accelerate moksha. Even if there is a wrong understanding and implementation, and makes the Bhairavas as black magicians, eating the tumbar, it is a perversion."

"Know, anger. No matter how high the power of black magic is, it will be nothing compared to the waranugraha of Hyang Wenang, the Almighty. By always believing and surrendering to Hyang Wenang, you need not be afraid of the power of the followers of Bhairawa Kalachakra black stream."

"Angger my son, Surya Kencana. You were born when the new sun rose to shine on earth. You didn't cry then. Your body glows bright yellow, like the light of the golden sun. That's why you're called Surya Kencana. A son who shines like a golden sun."

"You're not just anyone, ngger. Surya Kencana is the heir of our wise ancestral breed, the sakti mandraguna. Your grandfather, my father, was an emperor who had weruh sak durunge winarah (know before the occurrence of an event). He is one of the examples mentioned in our scriptures, as a divine jihwan. One who has attained perfect enlightenment while his soul is still fused with the body."

Surya Kencana remembered his grandfather who loved him very much, grandfather who often galvanized him in bathin. The emperor who ruled Panjalu for a long time, the young Maharaja Panditawatara. Three years ago, the great king who was loved by his subjects died and was consecrated in Silapetak Temple.

"Surya Kencana, it will be you who will continue the glory and wisdom of your grandfather. It's been around since you were born, son. As predicted by your grandfather, later Suryaputra of Panjalu and Candraputri of Jenggala will reunite peace in this land of Java. The banner of Surya the sun who will reign in the land of Java, whose fame even reaches the countries beyond !"

Surya Kencana.

"Dimas Suryapaksi and Galuh Sundari do you mean by Grandpa?"

Begawan Wistara glanced at his student, then smiled.

"No. The marriage of Suryapaksi and Sundari is the will of man, not the will of destiny. A forced marriage like this, won't last long."

"Hamba felt, there was a mystery that always enveloped Sundari and his brother. The servant found it strange that his brother was in Panjalu more often than not, rather than taking care of his own kingdom."

"The state of being forced, must always be monitored and curbed. So that the knotted gussets do not become loose. Close your eyes and open your third eye. Look what you're supposed to see."

Begawan Wistara touched the middle of his student's eyebrows. Instantly Surya Kencana felt an explosion of bright purple-colored light surging about, enveloping the darkness.

In the darkness was his sister, Suryapaksi, who was blindfolded by someone's hand. When Surya Kencana tried to see who the person who closed his sister's eyes, he saw two more people standing behind the person.

He knew Galuh Sundari and his mother, the queen of Jenggala. But the lush, middle-aged woman with super-large breasts who laughed horribly back, she did not know him.

Among the purple lights, there was a bright white and yellow light.A girl brought a container of clear water and flushed the Suryapaksi, so that the three women with dark aura were regressed regularly.

When Surya Kencana tried to see who the young girl was who was splashing water, he was blown away. The girl approached him, extending a hand. The girl's face was glowing, her smile was brilliant. She's Galuh Citrawani Diah Paramhita, Daha's daughter.

"Have gone, let's go back."

"Rama Master, why is he? Why is she ? He's Citrawani the servant's cousin, wife dimas Suryapaksi? "

"All this is the secret of destiny, ngger. This secret of fate can only be understood by the Panditawatara breed. Later you will know. Don't worry, don't worry. The fabric of your destiny will run its course."

"Teacher, what should I do now? The fire of black magic is clearly on its way to the mass of Suryapaksi ! Should the servant warn him? Or should I destroy the black magic?"

"Your sister is on her karmic debt, Ngger. It's not time you interfered. Nareswara and Subrata have been down the mountain since three days ago. Perhaps this afternoon they had arrived in Daha. Let them take care of Suryapaksi's members. Later Rama will tell you when it is time for you to help him."

"Good, Rama Master. I understand."

"You stay here first, ngger. There is something Rama will teach you. Two more weeks, there's a job for you."

"Okay, Rama Guru."

The increasingly gripping night, the increasingly dark sky, without the wind blowing, was finally cleaved by the roar of lightning. The rain will soon fall, from thick cloudiness that is unable to withstand the weight of the water point.

Raden Surya Kencana lying in his room . His mind was still examining the words of his teacher . He was still amazed by the information that he was the one chosen and predicted by his grandfather to be the successor to the throne. Things he avoided since he was a teenager, by pretending to be stupid.

Who is Begawan Wistara?

He was none other than the previous king of Panjalu, the eldest brother of King Aryaiswara. His real name is Sri Handraya Iswarya. Without ever having a wife, serving as the leader of the country for only a lifetime of corn, he chose to pursue the path of darma, becoming a wiku, a hermit. Ceded the reins of power to his younger brother, Sri Raja Aryaiswara.

Surya Kencana is a nephew and favorite student, who has been heralded since infancy.

The young man could not sleep. Heavy rain turns the weather cold. He felt hot and sweaty. Finally he sat down cross-legged, set his breath, closed his eyes and began to enter the meditative realm.

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Galuh Citrawani woke up to hear the sound of growling and shouting Raden Suryapaksi.

With the typical vigilance of trained soldiers, Citrawani immediately jumped up and approached the side of the bed occupied by Suryapaksi.

The man who was the heir to the throne thrashed with his eyes closed. A sweat the size of a corn seed dripped down his forehead. Citrawani understands, her husband is being gripped by nightmares. Or maybe you are experiencing sleep paralysis, sleepiness. Shaken by the arm of Suryapaksi. But a few minutes passed the man was still thrashing.

Impatiently, Citrawani grabbed the pitcher of water at the table and immediately splashed it into Suryapaksi's face. Gasping for breath, the mighty man opened his eyes.

"Partner? You doused me ?" Suryapaksi rubbed his wet face.

"I'm sorry, who told you to thrash around like that. I have nightmares, I don't wake up. Forced to flush, rather than not wake up forever."

"You said a bad thing !" Suryapaksi blinked his eyes, not believing. "You cursed your own husband?"

Citrawani shook her head with an innocent face. "You're going through sleep paralysis, sleepiness. That includes nerve pain in medical science. If according to the myth of the people first, it's a sign of satan's yearning ! Therefore, if you want to sleep, pray first, kakanda!"

Suryapaksi. He did not fully understand Citrawani's explanation. He did not understand any more, the strangeness of what happened to him. Nightmares haunt several nights in a row, which are exhausting and draining. He massaged the back of his head that felt pulsating.

Citrawani, who saw Suryapaksi's forehead wrinkled, approached her husband.

'Let me check my brother's pulse."

Without waiting for an answer, Citrawani held Suryapaksi's wrist. Citrawani was slightly stunned when she felt a weak and irregular pulse.

"It's like a symptom of severe anemia. But where is it possible? He's a healthy and arrogant man like this" Bathin Citrawani.

"Citra..my head is dizzy...I am claustrophobic .." lamented Suryapaksi. Not yet finished he said, his body has been slung to the floor.

Citrawani exclaimed in shock. The shadow guard cartala immediately jumped into the room, followed by a few bodyguards guarding outside the house.

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