RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 38 MEANS GREAT POWER

MEANING OF GREAT POWER

With longing, Ana ran quickly down the hills. His feet were so agile on the rocky road to his house. His hands spread wide and then jumped towards his father's body.

“Ayaah!”his yell.

Pramono smiled widely. Both of his hands were also spread out welcoming his daughter's body. For so long left her daughter alone in her big house, making longing run up in her chest.

“Ana Iang!” yells.

Hugged her daughter's body tightly. Shedding longing for her baby. There is no greater love than a father's love for his daughter. Then his nose smelled something.

“Eh, beautiful father's son who smells fishy anyway?” said.

Ana immediately let go of her embrace. His face was slightly reddened with embarrassment.

“Iya. Ana has been fishing for eels in the lake,” she said.

Pramono scrunched his forehead.

“Why? Is that your favorite eel?”

“So he wants to eat people anyway.”

“Hah? Eat people? Who?”

“It looks like a child lost in the forest. His name is Pranaja.”

Hm, Pranaja? It feels like I just heard that name, Inner Pramono. But how did he get lost on that hill?

“Now where is he?”

“Have gone well. Said he was waiting for his grandfather.”

Pramono. As a big boss in the black world game he does have to be extra vigilant. His heart is always filled with suspicion, while suspecting something that according to his thoughts is unreasonable. I have to investigate, her mind.

“Good pretty. Now that you take a shower, make your body as fragrant as possible. Later in the afternoon we take a walk to eat in the city,” he said.

Ana nodded her head.

“Good father,” he said then walked to the back of his house carrying the eel meat to become crocodile food, ferocious animals pet other.

Prmanono hurried up the hill, followed by his guards. With their cocked weapons they scrutinized every corner of the lake or sandal. But the results were nil, they found nothing but the scales of the fish and its blackened bones burned.

“Nothing suspicious boss,” said Firman, his chief bodyguard.

Pramono nodded his head as he glared far around the hills. There is nothing to suspect. Maybe it's just a kid looking for firewood.

“Something strange, there is grilled meat, but no twigs or wood burned. What did he burn it with?” keep Word.

***

A cool heart is a gathering place for the miracles of life. Because you can only feel pleasure when you receive each of His gifts with joy and what they are.

“Assalaamu’alaikum Warokhmatulloh”, said Pranaja ended the prayer in the temple on top of Wanayasa hill. In addition, Panembahan is also solemn with the prayers of the book Primbon Irodarsulasikinnya Truly, perfect inner beauty.

The sun has just been crowned on the eastern horizon. The light is not yet radiating warmth, because the cold is so clotted with the hills of Wanayasa.

“Very cold here kek” said Pranaja while shivering.

“You used to live abroad, you feel cold here?” ledek the Panembahan Mbah Iro.

Pranaja was silent, but his heart confirmed the words of the leader of the Somawangi breed. Can I feel cold in this place? his inner. He is the God of Fire.

“Your test has just started Pranaja. The greater your ability the more severe your test. Because every great power, demands great responsibility as well,” said his grandfather, this time his face looks serious.

Pranaja was stunned to hear those wise words. Great power means great responsibility too? Keep that in your heart Pranaja!

“This morning we will begin the holy journey, climbing the Dieng Plateau, the land of the Gods, heading to the sacred baths of Curug Plethuk. Your body will be purified to awaken the power of Tirtanala that has been embedded in your body,” continued Panembahan.

Pranaja nodded his head. Panembahan felt Pranaja's soul matured after several days of silent travel with him. The level of silence he thought began to tread up, visible from the way to behave and speak.

“Define your heart in Dharma. Give up everything you have for good and good. Because that's the essence of the Silent journey,” he said.

They began to walk away from Wanayasa hill, the last hill before continuing the climb to Dieng Plateau, the Land of a Thousand Temples. The dwelling place of the gods of wisdom. Because they are formed from humans who are long ago ‘moksa’ from the world life and choose to live in a quiet road.

After walking across the Dieng plateau they arrived at the foot of the mountain of Pemulan. This mountain looks so sacred. Located in the northernmost plains among the rows of dead mountains in Dieng, Mount Pemulan is so beautiful and charming. Describes the cohesion of Goddess Ke Mulan, wife of the Begawan Wanayasa.

Passing through the slippery dirt road filled with old rocks, through the forest trees so tight and dark, traveled a journey full of wounds and sweat, finally they arrived at the foot of the mountain. Like a vine snaking upward, the Curug Plethuk waterfall flow is so beautiful to see and admire. To the extent that Pranaja's round eyes continue to glare enjoying its beauty.

Up under the waterfall, Pranaja still amazed. Curug Plethuk is a seven-story waterfall that is not so high. But the roar was so obvious it sounded from a distance. The impatient Pranaja immediately ran to enjoy his freshness. But as soon as his foot touched the water, he immediately jumped back. Unlike waterfalls in general, the water is warm and refreshing, in Curug Plethuk the cold feels stinging to the bone marrow..

“Now open all your clothes, nothing is left over to cover your body,” Panembahan said.

Pranaja looked at his grandfather's face.

“As yesterday cake, naked again?”

Panembahan nodded his head. Then he took a seat on a large rock directly opposite the waterfall Curug Plethuk. His eyes were closed and his lips were reading prayers.

Pranaja took off his clothes one by one. Without a thread covering his body, he walked back into the water. The cold water instantly penetrated into his pores and infiltrated deep into his bones. At first he felt cold, yet he fought it with his fire power. His body temperature was back to normal.

The cute-faced young man then stood right under the waterfall. It turns out that behind the waterfall there is a flat stone, like a place of hermits. Pranaja sat on top of it. The cold of the waterfall that fell right above his head really felt tormenting him. There was a battle of strength in him, the heat coming from the power of the Sawiji Geni in him against the super-cold waterfall Curug Plethuk.

Evening is approaching. The full moon shines so brightly in its perfectly round shape. Pranaja sat on his hermitage. Among the waterfall that was so cold, he forgot about himself.

And the same dream happened again for his umpteenth. He got lost to a strange place filled with ash, craters, and a body of the sun that was so large.