RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 133 FATHER'S ANNOYANCE

133 FATHER'S ANNOYANCE

In the pendopo Dalem Padukuhan Somawangi. The leader of the Somawangi breed, Panembahan Mbah Iro immediately stood up to welcome the arrival of Pranaja and his father. The old man who always wore all white clothes in a white robe, accompanied by two confidants. Raden Mas Parto who was dressed in all black, long hair and his head was tied in red cloth and Eyang Penatus with a bright red cloak engraved with a garuda embroidered with gold thread.

“Salam Eyang Panembahan,” greet Father as soon as they enter the ring room.

Dad cupped his palms over his chest while nodding his head in a sign of respect. Pranaja followed his movements from behind. Panembahan Mbah Iro answered their greetings, then invited them to enter. Father greeted the three supreme figures of the Somawangi Trah while kissing their hands. Pranaja also followed him from behind.

But when he greeted Panembahan Mbah Iro, his ridiculous behavior was repeated.

“Eh Grandpa, we'll see you again. I miss you so much,” he said with a laugh.

Then in his embrace the old body was strong.

“Sometimes we take another walk to Dieng Kek Plateau,” he said with a cry.

‘Duk!’

“Adduh!” suddenly Pranaja complained of pain.

Apparently the back of my father's leg is already lodged in his leg bone. Dad became anxious to see Pranaja's behavior which he considered impolite. But Panembahan Mbah Iro laughed out loud. It seems that he already knows the character of Pranaja who is still innocent.

“Apologies Panembahan,” says dad.

“Hahaha.just let Somad. Let him find himself,” he said.

Raden Mas Parto and Eyang Penatus who had been silent like a statue just chuckled at the behavior of Pranaja. Only now would there be people who dared to embrace the body of their leader with his familiar snobs.

“Come, please sit down,” said Panembahan.

Father and Pranaja also sat on a large wooden chair carved with a garuda. Eyang Panembahan observed Pranaja's body with his inner eyes. And at once the look on his face was like a gasp of surprise. He secretly admired the rapid development of Pranaja's canuragan science. Even outside his knowledge during the world of kanuragan science.

But Panembahan only kept his admiration in his heart. Apparently he had not been willing to open up what he had seen to his father and other relatives.

“You know Somad, your son inherited the supreme canuragan knowledge of the Somawangi Trah namely the Power of Sawiji Geni, Tirtanala and the Grace of the Eye of God which I myself did not master. This means that after five years, he is a descendant of the Chosen Somawangi Tribe and will become the supreme leader of the Somawangi breed in my place,” Panembahan Mbah Iro told Father Pranaja.

Everyone in the pendopo just fell silent, listening to Panembahan's words solemnly.

“But he still has to refine his body strength so that he can master the power of the True Tirtanala. For that I need to soak his body for seven days and seven nights in the sandang Edi Peni,” continued Panembahan.

“When will it be done Panembahan?”

“I don't know for sure, because there haven't been any leads I've received. But I need to convey it now, so that you guys are not surprised.”

Father nodded his head, although he was not completely sure of Panembahan's words. Know that the father of anyone who will be immersed in the sandal of Edi Peni is a mature figure of his soul, because he will receive the highest ilnu with all the values of wisdom that will be his character for life. While Pranaja, at all does not look mature, the inner father while glancing at Pranaja.

“Rrrr...” a purring sound was heard from the mouth of Pranaja who was sitting cross-legged while lowering his face.

“Pranaja..” murmured father unwell while holding back his anxiety.

While Panembahan Mbah Iro, Denmas Parto and Eyang Penatus again chuckled at the behavior of Pranaja.

“Hehehe..”.

***

Clay clings, but blood wanders. While the breath is something that is endless, living each body in the journey. Only if the journey is over will there be enough time to sleep and sit hoeing enjoying the twilight.

On the blackened grass in the valley of Kedung Tangkil, Panembahan Mbah Iro sat together solemnly. While Pranaja stood upright in the middle of the valley, staring at the starry night sky. Panembahan wants to know the awesomeness of the Cosmic Storm blow that comes from the power of solar energy. A new power that clearly does not come from the ancestors of the Somawangi Tribe.

Without opening his eyes, Panembahan Mbah Iro nodded his head.

“But this beautiful place will suffer great damage grandfather. I don't want to do it,” continued Pranaja.

Panembahan opened his eyes.

“Then what will you do, my grandson?”

Pranaja fell silent, thought for a moment, then smiled widely. Looks like he got an idea. Then he walked up to Panembahan and whispered his plan. Panembahan Mbah Iro nodded with a smile.

“Alright, I agree to your plan. Do it!”

“Good Grandpa.”

Pranaja turned his body, then ran back to the middle of the valley. The longer it went faster, then his body stomped. Bouncy high into the air, salting twice while shouting.

“Gen Power Sawiji!”

His body, which was still flying in the air, was suddenly shrouded in a very hot blue-colored flame. Then the blue wisp of fire continued to streak across space towards the boundary of the horizon. Passing the limits of the earth's atmosphere towards the huge ball that hangs dashing in the universe. The King of Surya or the sun ball.

“Uh..huy!” his screams broke the ice of space.

Approaching the sun at a distance of one hundred thousand kilometers Pranaja stopped. At that distance, the young man could see directly the solar storm before his eyes. Feeling the heat, feeling the power.

“Hrrmmm,” his lips like a meaningless murmur.

Then the young man turned his back to the sun, allowing the hot energy of the Surya king to wash his back. Pranaja closed his eyes, focused his mind and gathered energy. The heat element in his body trembled absorbing the sun's energy, its power flowing through the pores of his skin and connecting to the capillaries within his body.

Slowly Pranaja's body became bright. Then the light spread across his right arm. Pranaja's hand from the tip of the palm until his arm changed gave off a dazzling silver light. The longer the light gets brighter, illuminating some of the surrounding celestial objects. This is the latest ultimate blow mastered by the cute swordsman. Then with a single blow, Pranaja shouted.

“Cosmic Storm Blow!”

Pranaja's right hand punched forward at full force. A giant ball of ultra violet light shot rapidly to hit the cluster of asteroids that were moving closer to Earth. His voice rumbled like a giant storm that was raging, shaking the surrounding realm. The light shot out illuminating the usually pitch-black space.

And…

BUMM!

There was a very loud explosion accompanied by a bias of light illuminating the universe. It is induced by large electromagnetic waves to roll up and destroy meteor rocks within a radius of one square kilometer. Moments later, the cluster of asteroids turned into fragments of meteorites hovering in space.

It then gets sucked into the Earth's atmosphere because of its gravitational force….