RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 32 SELECTED
THE CHOSEN
Pranaja. This arrow indicates the path to the dukuh Somawangi. The impassable path of this vehicle stretches straight and ends in a mound of land resembling a small hill.
Strangely the path and the hill were like being inside a giant water bubble.
Maybe this bubble is what is meant by an occult sheath that closes the dukuh Somawangi from the sight of the human eye.
Pranaja stretched out his hand slowly, piercing through the water bubble, and he gasped, half of his hand that went into the bubble invisible. He reflexively pulled his hand back, and examined it. No problem, his hands are fine.
“Hm, apparently I have to get inside that veil, her inner”.
Then he looked back.
“Shield, I'll go inside, you stay here. Quickly move if I press the emergency button,” he said.
Shield buzzed, as if understanding what Pranaja had ordered.
Then Pranaja put his head in, piercing through the veil like a water bubble. See the surroundings inside the sheath. Hm, there is nothing strange, the inner, the path to the small hill is still the same.
Slowly his legs and his whole body came in, then walked slowly. His sight was full of vigilance. His instincts said something strange was happening around him.
It turned out to be true, at his tenth step, back he gasped in shock. The landscape in front of him suddenly seemed to spin rapidly and then stopped.
“What!?”
Pranaja was fixated as if in disbelief. In front of him now lies a wide and well-maintained road. Not yet paved but composed of hard stone formed like bricks, then neatly arranged along the way, with a wide surface above. It almost resembles asphalt, but is much stronger. On the right-hand side is given a wooden fence that is given a white color, and planted with Waluh trees. The yellow flowers look beautiful decorate the main street in this dukuh Somawangi.
On the right and left of the road are irrigation canals to irrigate rice fields and plantations as far as the eye can see. Green and yellow rice really spoil the eyes. Interspersed with plantation land planted with pepper trees, nutmeg, candlenut, cardamom, and other rempons.
The residents seem to be busy with their work. Some men, wearing a cloth tied to his back, cover the lower part of his body. While the top is bare chest. They worked their fields and gardens with joy. It was the smile that always adorned their lips.
As Pranaja passed by, friendly smiles could not be separated from their faces, even though his gaze looked strange. Maybe because Pranaja clothes are very different from the residents of this dukuh. His body was wrapped in black long-sleeved protective clothing, very different from their traditional clothes.
“Welcome to our village, Raden,” greet them friendly.
Pranaja nodded with a smile.
“Thanks.”
He continued walking along with the strange gazes of the farmers who saw him.
The dukuh Somawangi is so neat and orderly. After passing through rice fields and plantations, he entered the village. Rows of wooden houses neatly arranged with the same design and direction, such as the letter L. All the houses are facing the main road. The houses had only two doors that were not parallel. One front room entrance, and one back room. There are no two doors in opposite directions.
The roof is not from the jerky or zinc, but from the grass, reeds and nipah leaves. With the condition of the forest and trees are maintained, water flows into every house. Fill the fish ponds in the back, and wash hands and wash in front of the house. The water looks clear and healthy, so children feel safe bathing in it.
The main road through which Pranaja passed stopped on a very large banyan tree. It was so big that it wanted to be like a small hill. And behind the giant tree, stands a sturdy Javanese traditional house that is very spacious and very large.
Pranaja stopped for a moment, then approached a middle-aged woman who was sitting weaving bamboo.
The woman stood up and looked at Pranaja full of investigation. His facial water had clearly changed, from being friendly to angry.
“Who are you?”
Pranaja. Didn't know that her simple question made the woman look angry.
“I Pranaja. I came from the city to..”.
Suddenly the woman ran and hit the fist hanging beside the entrance. He hit the fart hard while shouting.
“Tong! The keg! The keg! Smuggler!”
His shout lured the people inside the house to get out. Then hit the fart hard while shouting.
“Tong! The keg! The keg! Smuggler!”
“Bundlers!”
“Bundlers!”
The voice of the screams sounded earthy, electrifying all the villagers, The men in the rice fields immediately ran to the place and surrounded Pranaja. The young man activated his T-Shield 313216 protective suit. Suddenly the people who surrounded him did the same movement.
“Shadow Walls!”
The one-meter-thick wall of wind was crashing together and surrounded the body of Pranaja from various directions! Pranaja who had been shocked, helped protect his body with the same style. His hands were turned from back to front with all his strength which became doubled due to the influence of his protective clothes.
“Shadow Walls!”
A one meter thick wall of wind also enveloped and protected him from the attacks of his opponents' wind walls. There was an equally strong impact! Even though his opponents attacked together, they were still unable to subdue Pranaja.
Suddenly from behind his opponents, dozens of men sprang up high with both hands linked and raised above his head. Apparently they will attack Pranaja from above. Then the hands were swung down together leading to Pranaja's body.
“Godham Elephant Blow!”
Wmw!
Pranaja smacked both his hands upwards to protect himself with the same punch.
“Godham Elephant Blow!”
The blows of his opponents that were endless like hitting a very strong wall. They were unable to take down Pranaja despite being attacked by dozens of Godham Elephants together.
“Stop! Stop your attacks!”
One loud shout from the direction of the joglo house pendopo stopped their attack. A body figure wearing a white robe floated lightly and landed beside Pranaja's body.
As soon as he saw that white-robed figure, his attackers instantly retreated and crouched down. Their hands were cupped in front of the chest, worshipping his lord. The atmosphere became silent, no one dared to make a sound.
The white-robed man stood staring intently at Pranaja from head to toe. He also walked around like checking the back of his body. After that he was stunned to see Pranaja's face back, his body shook violently, and his tears seemed to drip. There was an indescribable happy hue. With trembling lips he said something to the young man in front of him.
“You are the Chosen One.”.