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Panembahan Mbah Iro who was just about to leave the location of the Tree of Love with Pranaja, immediately stopped his steps. In front of him appeared the upright figure of Kyai Badrussalam standing in the way of their steps. Dressed in all white with a turban that coiled around his neck Kyai Badrussalam looked gently at Panembahan and Pranaja. Yet they could clearly sense there was an extremely powerful invisible force holding back their steps.

“Greetings. Forgive me for interrupting your journey, kisanak,”, said Kyai while cupping his palms.

“Greetings. Is there anything to tell us, brother?” sahut Panembahan Mbah Iro's.

Pranaja stared at the astonished shady-faced old man.

“And where did you know the power of Tirtanala, old man.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro grabbed Pranaja's arm, so that the young man would keep his words. He knew, the figure that confronted them was not a random person.

“Pardon my grandson's words. Not that it offends you.”

Kyai Badrussalam was still smiling.

“It's okay kisanak. I can understand it.”

“Now just tell me what you mean get in the way of our parents,” said Pranaja again. “And you also haven't answered my question earlier.”

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head. Sure enough, the power of Tirtanala was exhaled by a young swordsman. That's why it feels more exciting and excited.

“I just want to make sure who is the owner of the power of Tirtanala that I feel tonight, unlike anything I've ever felt before,” said Kyai Badrussalam.

Panembahan Mbah Iro and Pranaja looked at each other. Curiosity immediately flashed on their faces. The words of the old man they did not know made them undo his intention to leave as soon as possible from that place. No descendants of Panembahan Somawangi scattered without them knowing. And he mastered the power of Tirtanala.

“What do you mean my brother. Is there anyone else who has the power of Tirtanala and you know him?”

“Quickly tell the parents, who has the power of Tirtanala besides me?” connect Pranaja.

“He is the owner of the eternal tree that is behind you,” Kyai Badrussalam said.

Pranaja's face gasped in shock, he was even more curious when he heard the words of Badrusslama. While Panembahan just stared at the kyai with a flat face. Although he knew, the old man in front of him was not lying.

“We should sit first while talking,’ he said as he stepped back to the big stone. “Please brother.”

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head while cupping his hands together. Then walk slowly towards the big rock and sit cross-legged on it. After Pranaja and Panembahan Mbah Iro.

“Include my name is Badrussalam. People call me Kyai Badrussalam. I am the owner of a pesantren located far from Megapolitan.”

“My name is Iro, lurah padukuhan Somawangi. It's not that far from here. And this is my grandson. His name is Pranaja, he is the owner of the power of Tirtanala you mean.”

Pranaja cupped his palms together in front of his chest.

“Assalamu’alaikum. Greetings to me, Kyai Badrussalam. It is I who used the power of Tirtanala.”

Kyai Badrussalam smiled as he stared at Pranaja's body from top to bottom. His sharp inner eyes could see that Pranaja was not an ordinary human being. The structure of his bones and veins were perfectly formed. And the blood flow in his body is different because it can store more air than normal humans in general.

“You must have awesome power young man. I can feel it,” said Kyai Badrussalam. “You even have the power of the King of Surya.”

“Even I can feel you will be an important element in the life of Miryam.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro and Pranaja were silent on hearing the words of Kyai Badrussalam.

“Miriam? Who is he?” Panembahan Mbah Iro.

“Miriam? She's a girl?”ask Pranaja.

“He is the owner of the tree of love as well as the only owner of the power of Tirtanala that I know before.”

“Miryam is it?” Pranaja asked in disbelief.

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head.

“Is he a descendant of Panembahan Somawangi?”

Kyai Badrussalam shook his head.

“Not. She is not a descendant of Panembahan Somawangi, but the wife of Panembahan Somawangi.”

Their curiosity reached its peak. Panembahan Somawangi's wife? It’s impossible! Even Panembahan Mbah Iro had just heard his name. How could Panembahan Somawangi have another wife? Is there a dark side to the Panembahan that is not mentioned in the book of Irodarsulasikin?

“How do I know the story of Panembahan Somawangi? Are there any books or stories about him that we do not know as his descendants.”

Kyai Badrussalam shook his head.

“There is not a single book or any story about Panembahan Somawangi. But this is the true story of the life of a poor woman named Miryam,” Kyai Badrussalam said. “And I know it directly from the guy, because he's still alive right now.”

“What?” panembahan Mbah Iro and Pranaja cried almost together.

Like hearing lightning in broad daylight, they almost jumped out of their seats.

“Yes. Panembahan Somawangi's wife is still alive, and she is now in my pesantren.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro was speechless. While Pranaja's mouth was open in disbelief. Is Panembahan Somawangi alive today?

“I will gladly accept if you are willing to visit it.” The Tawar Kyai Badrussalam.

Panembahan Mbah Iro was silent for a while. Trying to calm his suddenly turbulent heart. A moment later, he shook his head.

“I thank you for your invitation Kyai. But we also have other, more important business. Pranaja will definitely visit your pesantren, meet Miryam to find a clear explanation of all these mysteries. Let this be the story that will be revealed in the next Pranaja episode and life story.”

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head. He understood there was a task to be carried out by Panembahan Mbah Iro and Pranaja. Let this be the end of the Pranaja adventure and tomorrow will be the beginning of the young swordsman's life in an even more exciting and exciting adventure.

***

Panembahan Mbah Iro took Pranaja to the top of the dead mountain. There is a warm watery crater named Sendang Edi Peni, which means always gives beauty. In itself that is the process of perfecting the power of Pranaja will be done. He will live his last dream as the leader of the powerful and wise Trah Somawangi.

“Every down twin years, this water joint will give off a fragrant smell. As well as having the power that is able to make the cell tissue in your body will experience rebirth,” said Panembahan. “Now open all your clothes and mash your body with this white clay from head to toe. After that drown yourself in this joint.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro sat down cross-legged while closing his eyes. His lips seemed to be reading prayer. Then his right hand spread seven small circular gold gotri and several other herbs into the joint. Instantly, the surface of the joints churned, then popped bubbles that broke and gave off a fragrant smell.

Pranaja's body, which was covered in white clay, went into a warm sash. For seven days and seven nights he would ascend in the water to perfect the strength of his body and cleanse his soul from the black influence of the world.