RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 3 MILYAM'S REPLACEMENT

MIRYAM'S REPLACEMENT

The village of Jalatunda which was completely dark, suddenly bright. The blazing flames grew larger, burning dry wood and empty houses. Karangkobar until he stupefied himself to find the situation. Where did all the inhabitants of Jalatunda go? His inner.

Unkempt mansions and magnificent buildings, the trees and grasses that grew wild here and there, leaving deep questions in the heart of the God of Anger. Remembering when he was a child, his father had been invited to visit Jalatunda, a very prosperous and rich village. The streets are clean and tidy, the people are friendly, every stop at home there must be a lot of food in it. Even so rich, the village of Jalatunda also has security forces paid for with village cash.

“Miriam! Santika's! Get out of you all!” his yell.

His voice echoed, smashing into the air wall and bouncing back to him.

“Miriam! Santika's! Or whoever is still breathing in this village, come out all of you!!” he screams louder.

Then he fell silent, waiting for an answer. But still quiet shrouded the village, even the sound of night animals was not heard at all. Strange, bizarre.

“Miriam! Santika's! Wush! Out!”

An extremely hot streak of red flames shot out from both of his eyes. Burning the houses in front of him. Forcing Miryam and Santika to come out of hiding. Then his body flew back into the air. His mouth kept shouting and swearing the names of Miryam and Santika, while spreading his deadly fire. Spreads of hot rays such as ribbons radiated here and there, bulldozing and burning down houses, trees and grasses that were exposed to the spread.

***

A bright morning. The sun shines brightly with its heart-warming light. Delivers a joyous atmosphere to anyone who welcomes his arrival. The peaceful atmosphere is visible from the lives of residents in Kademangan Wanasepi. Since the roosters crowed, they have begun to concern themselves with routine activities that become their daily lives.

After sipping hot coffee and eating ‘godhogan boled’, a typical rural food made of cassava, the residents who were mostly farmers started going to work their fields. With hoeing equipment, sickles and baskets on their heads they rushed to welcome the sun while hoping that their plants would thrive.

In Dalem Kademangan, Riyani is already busy cooking in the kitchen. Indeed, he had to prepare food since morning, because usually there are guests of his father who come early in the morning. Dad usually takes them to breakfast in the Amperment room while enjoying the flowers that grow in the garden. But that morning he had a guest whose appearance was ‘aneh’.

“Kulanuwun!” swipe with a stiff tone.

Looks like his guest this time was not used to making small talk. Riyani observed it from head to toe. An old geezer, with a tall strapping body, stood gallantly in front of the door. His clothes were white, his hair, sideburns, mustache and his long beard dangling were also white. But most strangely, both of his eyes were covered in a fiery red cloth.

“Monggo,” say Riyani smooth. “But sorry, if you want to see me for a moment, Father Demang is going to the field to check the water supply for the farmers.”

The old man looked stunned. Riyani's voice was so soft and delicate. The man who always closed his eyes with the cloth was apparently able to guess the beauty of women just from his voice. And she knew, Riyani was a very beautiful village girl. His voice was so stirring his soul.

“Alright,” the old man nodded his head. “I'll go first. Tell your father, his best friend Karangkobar came to visit.”

Riyani nodded her head. The old man was his father's friend. Hm, but how does that look weird?

***

“What!”

Like hearing lightning in broad daylight, Demang Wanasepi's body almost jumped back because of shock at hearing what his daughter Riyani said.

“Karangkobar you say?”

Riyani nodded her head. There was anxiety implied from his father's face.

“Why Romo? He's your friend, right?” ask the girl in wonder.

Demang Wanasepi nodded his head. Karangkobar was known to him first when he was still nyantrik or studied at the store belonging to Begawan Wanayasa, Karangkobar's father. Actually the person is good and straight, and entered into the ranks of respected white warriors. When he was still a nyantrik, Karangkobar had become a swordsman.

But Karangkobar is very angry. And when he was angry, he did not remember who his friend and who the opponent was. All who stand in his way will be burned.

Riyani looked at his father's face in wonder.

“What's Romo? Why should Riyani leave? Is there a danger threatening?”

Questions were asked repeatedly by the beautiful girl who loved Santika.

“Romo can not explain now, because you have to leave as soon as.”

Ki Demang called sais and Kademangan's bodyguards to take Riyani to his aunt's house, in London. Then he prepared everything. Karangkobar has been alone for a long time in Batu Hitam Cave above the Sewu Mountains. Reportedly he has withdrawn from the martial world. But why did he show up again?

Before long, the old man who told her daughter came again. Ki Demang immediately greeted him.

“It turns out you were the one who came, Karangkobar brother. It's been a long time since we parted twenty years ago,” he said.

“You're not surprised to see me Wanasepi?”

“Of course I was surprised, but my son told me about your arrival, so I was not too surprised anymore.”

Karangkobar smile. His nose smelled the fragrant shoulders of the young woman's body around the house.

“What's up? Is there anything so urgent that you go down the mountain from your hermitage?”

“Yes. There are two important things I need to tell you.”

Demang Wanasepi was silent listening to the words of his teacher's son.

“The first time I was looking for Santika. Begundal who had dared to take Miryam, wife of my brother Panembahan Somawangi. Is he here?”

Demang Wanasepi gasped in shock when he heard Karngkobar mention Santika's name.

“Santika? Why is the person's prejudiced kakang here?” ki Demang asked back.

“Jawab only my question honestly Wanasepi. Do you know who I am?”

Ki Demang let out a long sigh.

“Yes. Santika has been here. Even stayed here for a long time, five years more. But he came here for treatment, until he recovered from his illness. Then return to Jalatunda. Beyond that, I don't know his business with your sister's wife.”

Karangkobar started to curse. His voice began to rise.

“Wedhus Stubborn! If you don't know his business, why did you order your sais to drive him home and through the fief? You lied!”

Wanasepi fell silent again, it was in vain to refute Karangkobar's words. But he's alert.

“I'm sorry Karangkobar if you think I'm lying. Then what else do you want from me?”

“Yang second! I'll propose to your daughter!”

“What!”

For the second time Demang Wanasepi was completely shocked.

“Your daughter will marry my sister. Replaced Miryam as the wife of the ruler of Perdikan land, Panembahan Somawangi.”

Karangkobar's voice was so cold, arrogant and stressful. As if forbidding ki Demang to refuse his will to propose to his daughter.