RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 34 VISITS THE ANCESTRAL LAND

VISITING THE ANCESTRAL LAND

Afternoon breeze blowing breezes usher in the color of twilight, turning the foliage orange. No heart feels guilty except such deep regret. Sometimes the steps just push the emotion without stopping at the silence of the heart. So that the wrong way is something that is commonplace because humans talk more often with taste than with the heart.

“However you gang up on your own brother,” Panembahan scolds his citizens. “What's with you guys?”

Everyone was bowed, no one dared to make a sound except the old shutters that moved in the afternoon breeze.

“Why doesn't anyone answer?” Panembahan repeated his question. “What's with you guys?”

“Forcuse us kanjeng Panembahan, we just follow emotions because someone yelled at him smuggler.”

“Bundlers?” panembahan.

In his view the faces full of regret were one by one.

“No smuggler can master the Shadow Wall and Godham's Elephant. Only the descendants of Begawan Wanayasa were able to master it.You guys should have stopped the attack when he took out the Shadow Wall punch. But you attacked him with Godham's Elephant punch. Embarrassment!”

The people lowered their heads deeper. In their hearts they confirmed the words of the Panembahan. Though they already knew, whoever controlled the Wall of Shadow and the Elephant Godham, must be his own brother. But they keep attacking him.

Then the oldest of them stood up and approached Pranaja.

“Pardon us my young brother. Because of anger, we did not recognize you,” he said.

Pranaja just smiled without saying anything. Apparently he still doesn't understand.

“Pardon them, my son,” said Panembahan.

Both hands were cupped in front of his chest while bowing his head. People wondered why the Panembahan was so respectful to the young man. Even Pranaja who became unwell.

“Eh, grandpa, don't have to be. Ordinary time,” he said with a smile. “I'm not angry?”

Then he looked at the people who were ganging at him, waving their hands with a big laugh.

“Hai!” said.

With stiff hands, the men waved their hands.

“Hai” says they are together.

When Panembahan looked back, they immediately lowered their hands.

“Please stop by your house, son.”

Pranaja. How, home? Ah, maybe this grandfather mispronounced, inwardly.

“Iya cake,” said steady.

Panembahan walked in front, Pranaja following behind him. People were still looking at him with faces full of question marks. As Pranaja passed by the large tree in front of the Joglo House they gasped in shock. It was the only tree that grew and grew like a small hill.

Strong branches of the tree appeared to duck down, as if paying respect to Pranaja. Then on top of the tree was seen a cloud that covered it from the sun.

***

Pranaja ate with his heart. His mouth was full of food provided by the servants in the Joglo House. It tastes so delicious. For a long time he did not taste the typical rural food. In front of him Panembahan Mbah Iro, Eyang Penatus and Mas Parto just looked at him, without words.

“Grandpa didn't eat?” he said to them.

The three of them just smiled while shaking their heads.

“Alright,” sahut Pranaja, take another piece of chicken thigh.

After eating they sit in the pendopo room.

“What's your name young man?” tanya Panembahan Mbah Iro.

“My name is Rich Pranaja Kek. Just call Naja,” he said.

“What's your purpose for coming here?”

Pranaja pulled out the album from his small bag, then opened it in front of Panembahan and his two confidants.

“I just want to make sure, are they really my ancestors?” abugn.

“Truely Naja. And the three of us are your grandparents,” Panembahan said.

Pranaja smiled widely, very happy to meet his grandparents. During his life, this was the first time he had met them.

“And all the citizens of Dukuh Somawangi are your brothers. We are a breed Somawangi.”

Pranaja nodded his head. They also chatted until night, immersed in a long conversation. The three new grandfathers of Pranaja explained at length about the Somawangi Trah from the beginning until now. Also about the book of primbon Irodarsulasikin.

“Kitab Irodarsulasikin contains noble values that must be run by members of the Somawangi Trah, especially those who live in Dukuh Somawangi,” said Eyang Penatus.

Mas Parto explained about the history of the power of Shadow Wall and Godham Elephant which is the legacy science of Begawan Wanayasa.

“Shadow Wall and Godham Elephant are just basic clutches that belong to the entire Begawan Wanayasa lineage. There was still another power that was much higher in rank. His name is the power of Tirtanala, Geni Sawiji, the Grace of the Eye of the Gods and the power of Knowledge and its peak is Tirtanala Sejati.”

“That all must also be controlled by members of Trah Somawangi?” ask Pranaja.

Mas Parto shook his head.

“Only one person is able to inherit all five, and he is the offspring of the Chosen Somawangi.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead. Descendants ‘Yang Selected?’

“Ehm, if humanity breathes in water, how about cake?”

“What?” tanya Panembahan Mbah Iro. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the benefit of living in water or in space?”

“Laternity?” Panembahan asked back. “ You mean you can do it?”

Pranaja nodded his head. His three grandfathers were shocked. Their eyes immediately grew bigger.

“You mean k..You ever go up in the sky?”

“Iya cake. I have even visited the moon. And destroy the shooting stars,” pranaja said plain.

Pranaja pulled out his phone. Then his photos while he was on the moon were shown to them. His three grandfathers were completely knit to see him. They stared at Pranaja in the face. It was as if they were staring at the strange creature in front of him.

“Grandpa! Grandpa!” pranaja said as he waved his hand in front of their faces. “Why are you silent like a statue?”

Panembahan Mbah Iro who first realized, immediately cupped his hands in front of his face.

“Oh, Hyang Jagad Dewa Batara! You are the most holy to rule everything,” he said, followed by Eyang Penatus and Mas Parto.

After a long silence in prayer, Panembahan spoke again. His tone was so slow and careful.

“Excellent Pranaja, even your ancestors have never proven it. How real the money I received was. You are the descendants of the Chosen Somawangi Race,” Panembahan said while holding Pranaja's shoulders. “I never hesitate.”

“What! I am ‘Yang Chosen?’ pranaja said he could not believe it.

Then Panembahan Mbah Iro looked towards Mas Parto.

“Talk to his father. Tell him what he needs to know. Say also, Pranaja will stay here until Purnama later.”

Mas Parto nodded in reverence.

“Good Panembahan. Today I will also meet him,” said Mas Parto.

Pranaja Seems confused.

“What will grandpa do?”

“I will guide you on a silent journey, a visit to the land of your ancestors. We will walk from Somawangi towards the Dieng plain, for the next five days. Right on the full moon night you will perform a ritual to obtain the power of the water core under the Plethuk Curug fountain. In that place you will awaken the power of Tirtanala that has been embedded in your body.”sahut Panembahan Mbah Iro.

Pranaja was silent at the words of Mbah Iro. Silent Journey? Visiting the land of ancestors? Hm, it looks like it will be an exciting adventure, inwardly. Slowly his lips smiled widely while nodding his head.