RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 150 LONELY LOVE TREES

EPS 150 LONELY LOVE TREES

The atmosphere of the pesantren is so quiet and peaceful. The santri had just fallen asleep after almost searching the books of Safinah and Tanbikhul Ghofilin. Only a few senior santri and young ustadz-ustadz are still awake. Some are in charge of maintaining the security of the cottage, others are busy chatting waiting for drowsiness to come. In other places some young ustadz are also looking at their physical exercise with various kinds of canuragan heritage of the ancestors.

The Kyai himself is engrossed in the asceticism of all souls. Reciting dhikr, reciting prayers and chanting sacred verses in a heart-wrenching tone of vibration. Disclaiming the fact that so many people are immersed in worldly affairs, forgetting their essential interests. Reversing reality as if the afterlife is only a complementary need when the world life is fulfilled.

Then felt a gentle vibration of the power of Tirtanala exhaled Pranaja touch the outer layer of skin. The thinnest cell membrane is like goosebumps so that it upholds the fine hairs that slap on it. And Kyai sepuh's face was like a gasp of surprise. Apparently he recognized the power but it was not from someone he knew. Instantly he opened his closed eyes.

“Tirtanala Power? But it's not Miryam's. This power was more staggering and excited. It seems that the one using it is the young swordsman, his inner”. “What other people have this power besides Miryam. Hm, I have to investigate. Maybe it can open the veil of mystery that envelops the life of the poor woman.”

A moment later, a white shadow quickly shot out of the Big House in the middle of the pesantren where Kyai Badrussalam was staying.

***

In the Somawangi settlement, Panembahan Mbah Iro has just received a dumpling. In Pamujan's Sanggar room, the old man who still looked dashing slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the large painting of white light that was plastered on the wall in front of him. Incense smoke was so thick it enveloped the room. But it was clear that the figure of Begawan Wanayasa appeared and gave orders to him.

The great leader of the Somawangi Trah was ordered to take Pranaja to the top of Mount Mati. There his body will be soaked in hot watery joints, wells Edi Peni. In that place he will be soaked for three full moons, in addition to perfecting his strength as well as to cleanse his heart and soul from the negative influences of world life.

Slowly he shook the small bell that was wedged at the foot of his right.

“Krining! Krincing”

The entrance to the four-meter-high pamujan center opens slowly,”Kriyeet!”

Eyang Penatus and Raden Mas Parto bowed respectfully before entering the Panembahan worship room. The two loyal followers walked carefully before sitting in front of their leader.

“Salam Panembahan's. What tasks will be ordered to us?” eyang Penatus.

Panembahan Mbah Iro looked at his two confidants with a faint smile.

“No tasks any Status. I'm just telling you, I just got the idea to take Pranaja to the top of Mount Mati to soak in the lake Edi Peni.”

Eyang Penatus and Raden Mas Parto looked at each other. That means the Panembahan will go alone and hand over the affairs of Padukuhan Somawangi to them.

***

In Megapolitan, Lucra Venzi still could not forget his surprise. With his own eyes he saw how Pranaja's body floated in the sky to conquer Blade Muller's incarnate creatures. With a watchful step he approached Pranaja's body. His hands seemed to tremble as they touched the young man's body, grabbed him and held both cheeks.

“K..You're not possessed by Pranaja?” asked Lucra with trembling lips.

Pranaja shook his head while smiling.

“Of course not Lucra. Why?”

Lucra was glued to look at the cute young man, it felt like his lips were so difficult to speak.

“I saw your body hovering in the air like flying.”

Pranaja chuckled.

“Their dream is that you are too fond of me Lucra, to hallucinate in such a way. How can I fly soaring in the air, do I have wings?”

Then with his indifference the young man walked past the sexy agent. Unexpectedly, Pranaja kissed Lucra's ripe lips, then went off to leave him.

“Bruk!”

And that sexy body instantly fell unconscious. Several other agents immediately took Lucra's body to the clinic room of Megapolitan City. Truly the woman was drifting in her halo world.

“Lucra..Lucra,” murmured Pranaja.

The plan, he will investigate it once again, after which he will take his father to go to Padukuan Somawangi. To report it to Panembahan Mbah Iro. But just as he reached that place, his face seemed to gasp. He was surprised to see that the leader of the Somawangi Trah was already in that place. His body stood upright looking at the ever-luminous sacred tree.

“Grandpa! Grandpa Panembahan is here!” shouting Pranaja.

But Panembahan Mbah Iro did not care about it. He looked closely at the Tree of Love. Apparently he had not been able to overcome his shock, when he realized that the sacred tree was freezing cold due to the power of Tirtanala. The power that only the descendants of the Chosen Soamawangi Tribe possess. Even he himself as the leader of the Somawangi Trah did not master it.

The One Who Chosen is Rich Pranaja.

“Grandpa! Hallouuww!” yelled Pranaja trying to distract Panembahan.

Some time Paembahan Mbah Iro still stood glued.

“You recognized the power that made this tree survive right Pranaja?”

The man who was sitting hoeing on the big rock, nodded his head.

“Of course grandpa. This is the power of Tirtanala,” answered Pranaja.

Panembahan's face grew tense. He stared hard at Pranaja.

“Maybe this is the legacy tree of Panembahan Somawangi. I mean he planted it himself, then covered it with the power of Tirtanala, so that he could live forever?”

Pranaja was silent. He doesn't know what to answer. What was clear was that he was astonished, it was not usual for Panembahan's grandfather to ask him. Usually he asked a lot of great teachers of the book of Irodarsulasikin.

“Indeed the story of this tree is not in the book of Irodarsulasikin grandfather?” ask Pranaja.

The Panembahan just shook his head. Then they fell silent, playing with their minds.

“Eh, by the way, what is it grandpa visiting me tonight?” tanya Pranaja broke the mood.

Panembahan Mbah Iro smiled. Because of the tree almost he forgot his purpose to come to see Pranaja.

“Oh yes, I got a wangsit from Begawan Wanayasa to take you to the top of the dead mountain. Your body will be immersed in a lake of hot water called Sendang Edi Peni. You'll be in rendant for three full moons.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“Do they have to be that long grandpa?”

Panembahan nodded his head.

“Do you mind?”

Pranaja shook his head quickly.

“Of course not.”

“Then we leave now.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro holding Pranaja's hand. But just as they stepped up, suddenly a shout echoed.

“Wait! Don't go first the power owner Tirtanala!”

One white shadow flashed, then stood up straight against their steps…