RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 138 ZOMBIE WHISTLE

EPS 138 ZOMBIE WHISTLE

Pranaja froze in front of the trunk of a guava tree, the only tree that grew in the empty land of Megapolitan City. His heart and soul shook gently. His sixth sense can feel the sadness that is so bitter from the love story behind the firm stand of the guava tree. Then I heard a groaning female voice singing the Asmaradana song, a love song between two hearts that intertwine into one.

Nandang asmoro ing ati

(When you feel love in your heart)

Nadyan katon

(Even if it looks in my eyes)

Rich edan bebasane

(Like crazy like him)

Your kangunomu I'm lila

(For you I will be)

Tresna kang satuhu

(The true love)

I'm tresna I'm tresna

(I love, I love)

Slowly the sound grew louder and then disappeared. But his sharp message so pierced the young man's feelings. Ah, it is beautiful to feel the true love story that is interwoven between two hearts. A love that grows at first sight and lasts forever. The feeling was so faint that without feeling any water flowing from his eyes, fell down on the young swordsman's cheeks.

“Who are you that have suffered from the curse of love?” batin Pranaja is so trifling. “I even want to experience it and fight like you, against the cruelty of destiny whose power separates two souls who have become one.”

Look at it deeply in the tree trunk. The thick bark of the tree was like hiding something. Although faint, but Pranaja can still read it with his incredible power of neutrality. There were disguised streaks behind the rough bark of the water guava tree that had lived for more than five hundred years. Although vague but clear and firm, the stroke conveys a meaningful message.

“Hm, there is a picture of love emoticons in which the names Santika and Miryam are written? Above it is the inscription Tree of Love, and below it is a stroke of the number 1515” inner. “Santika..hm, maybe he is the man while Miryam is the female.”

Then he remembered the words of Rokhman, if the two lovebirds are still intact stored under the root of this tree of love. Pranaja's heart was getting curious. I think he wants to know more about these two.

“I'll try contacting them.”

Then Pranaja stood up straight. Both of his eyes closed. He held out his hands to touch the tree of love.

‘Srrrdd!’

There was a cold that immediately stung and penetrated into the pores of his skin. A force that freezes and destroys. And the two eyes of Pranaja immediately opened, his face jerked, like he could not believe what he was going through.

“Tirtanala Power?” his inner. “This tree is shrouded in the power of Tirtanala?”

He pressed even stronger, trying to make sure that the force that was attacking him was the power that only he had. Water core strength inherited from Panembahan Somawangi?

“What happened? Why is this guava tree shrouded in the power of Tirtanala? What does it have to do with Eyang Panembahan Somawangi?”

The strength of his sixth sense kept on screeching down the trunk and into the bottom of its roots. Trying to find two sejoli jazad which he said was still intact. But, huh..Pranaja should be disappointed. Nothing lies beneath the roots of the tree of love. So, it's just a myth story or has their jazad been moved?

Pranaja tried to think hard, guessing what happened. But his instincts say something else. His sharp feelings can indicate there are movements of supernatural creatures that walk towards him. The Zombie-like creatures came from behind the fog and dust that kept flying over the dry land surface. And not a few but hundreds!

There was a growling sound with low intonation so that there was a sound in his ears. Pranaja was immediately wary.

“Shadow Wall Strength!”

Both hands were turning from right to left. A wall of wind one meter thick, slowly enveloped his body. It then moved forward attacking the hundreds of zombie humans that had come to surround it. Instantly the dust and smoke that enveloped their bodies, until it disappeared without a trace. But hundreds of zombie creatures survive, because their bodies are translucent. They kept on surrounding his body.

Pranaja put his horses back on. Then slowly his right hand was raised into the air. It felt like there was a freezing cold as well as destroying' slashing hundreds of zombie creatures.

“Heyaa! Blow Tirtanala!” his yell. “Heyaa!”

The right hand that was above his head, swung from top to bottom. Then pause for a moment. Letting objects, plants, even rocks within a hundred square meters instantly freeze. Then when he raised his hand back, the things that were crushed earlier, instantly shattered into dust.

But the awesomeness of Tirtanala is not comparable to the strength of these zombies. The zombies that were getting closer to Pranaja's body, were completely unaffected by the coldness of Tirtanala. The zombies came surging and began to roar the young man's body. Na’udhubillahi min Dzalik.

The zombies are so horrible. None of the parts of their bodies look intact. Their faces were extremely frightening as they were full of bloody wounds. Sometimes there are also eyeballs sticking out but still hanging on the petals. There are also those whose ears stay half, his mouth torn or the tip of his nose is injured and continues to drip blood.

Both of their hands were seen hanging on the right and left sides of his body. Their legs run slowly due to the imbalance between the right leg and the left curry. After being close they immediately hit a fight with other zombie monsters to eat Pranaja's body. Of course the young man shuddered. But he was helpless when hundreds of these Zombie creatures were holding the entire body of that cute young man earlier.

He lifted the cunkring body up and then down quickly. Then he was thrown to the ground hard.

Bruk!

Pranaja's body fell flat. The zombies immediately came to him. As soon as those zombies almost gnawed at his slender body, he instantly gathered his strength. Then in his eyes wide, glaring at the hundreds of zombies. Suddenly from both eyes appeared a blue light and directly hit the bodies of the zombies.

“Grace of the Eye of the Gods!” his yell.

The slap! The slap! The slap! The slap! The slap! The slap! The slap! The slap!

The bodies of those monsters instantly disappeared without a trace.

“Mampus all of you!”

But Pranaja didn't finish them all off. There was one figure as tall as Pranaja who was left alive. His body was firm and there were gold bracelets in both of his hands. He must be a prince or royal official.

“Who are you?” ask Pranaja.

“I Dhadungawuk, Lurah Jalatunda.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“Lurah? The jalatunda? What really happened to your people?”

“My rakyak is eaten by the dragon stealth figure, Nyai Badranaya, the resident of the thinning pedestal in the hills of Kethileng.”

“And the zombies are the ghost of the wandering who is the incarnation of the people of Jalatunda who want revenge to nyai Nagabadra.”

Pranaja nodded his head. It turned out that they were old-school creatures that died when eaten by the Dragon demon..

“Then.hm. Do you know Santika and Miryam?”

Dadhungawuk immediately turned his body to face Pranaja.