SURO BLEDEK
142. Bengal Glass Heirloom
After Maung ran long enough finally they came to the front of a cliff that soared so strong.
"We have finally arrived!" Suro then descended from Maung's back.
"It turns out not much has changed from this place from the last I saw it, except this bush seems to be busier. Maybe because it's rainy season." Suro started walking towards the cliff while staring around.
That's where Suro first met face to face with Sang Hyang Anantaboga in the form of a young man who was very handsome by dressing so luxurious. A crown on his head complemented his appearance that was like a king.
In front of a large rock with a niche, Suro stopped his steps. Then the two palms of Suro were attached to the wall of the niche while saying softly.
"This Sang Hyang Anantaboga, my servant, your disciple Suro Bledek sowan to the lame Hyang to ask permission to expect a rebuke from the lame Sang Hyang."
After that he took a few steps back. His gaze moved towards the cliff that looks towering.
'Was the Hyang Anantaboga this time coming in its true form, that of a very large dragon.' He sat there while his gaze remained not off the cliff.
He kept waiting until quite a long time. But until so long he waited for nothing or any appearance on the cliff wall in front of him.
"Why is there no sound of the cliffs moving. Was my voice just less loud?" Suro started to prick.
He was about to step his feet towards the niche located on the big rock in front of the cliff, but again he broke his intention, he remained silent while still staring at the cliff.
"Is there anything less than what I said?" Suro started scratching his head.
Suro began to fret Maung who was next to him actually fell asleep while licking the feathers on his body.
"I don't think there's anything less than what I said? And also as Suro recalled, the teacher's eyes did not cast any spells when calling Sang Hyang Anantaboga." Suro scratched his cheeks.
When Suro was about to step foot into the niche, this time he again stopped his steps. He did that not out of doubt, but because a flute so melodious made his feelings calm. As if the anxiety and all the turmoil that Suro felt had disappeared.
Then the aim of the flute's voice disappeared. Now another voice appeared. The voice of a man who was heard was chanting a canticle that sounded so mesmerizing in the heart of Suro. From the canticle it is as if the person is giving a message or advice.
"Sasmitaning ngaurip puniki!"(signals in this life)
"Open ewuh yen nora weruha!"(there's no way you can understand if you don't know)
"Tan jumeneng ing uripe!"(he will not have peace in his life)
"Akeh kang ngaku-aku, pangrasane sampun udani, durung tour wruh ing tasa!"(many claim to have understood the signals in life, but have not yet processed the taste)
"The taste of kang satuhu!"(the essence of true taste)
"Rasaning the taste of punica, upayanen darapon sampurna ugi, ing kauripanira!"(therefore, try to understand the meaning of that taste, in order to perfect your life)
The sound then disappeared back into silence, only the sound of nature heard the sound of the wind, insects and wild animals that became the inhabitants of the forest.
Suro was still dumbstruck by the sound of a canticle that had just been heard. His melodious voice sounded very clear as if it was infiltrating his heart.
At the corner of his lips began to form a small smile. Although he did not know exactly where the voice that had just been heard came from, but with that sign had signaled that the Hyang Anantaboga would want to meet him.
"Sang Hyang Anantaboga, nuwun praying pangabekti pupil of pekulun, Suro Bledek." Suro immediately sat down, then lowered his head so deeply touching the rocks underneath.
"I accept your pangabektimu ngeer!" Suddenly a voice was so clearly heard in front of Suro.
"What do you need to do, good light?" Sang Hyang Anantaboga this time came like a swordsman with a crystal flute in his hand.
His entire clothes were white as if they were made of the finest silk so lightly waved in the mountain breeze. His face looked so young like a man who was still close to his thirties.
His smile felt so soothing to those who saw it. But the radiating aura would make anyone seem forced to bow their head. The fragrance of the fragrance was so sanitary that it smelled along with its arrival.
"Hamba wants to ask for guidance from Hyang Pekulun regarding the fate of Eyang Sindurogo which is now in a condition under the influence of a very evil force. Then they've made it look like a puppet."
"Sang Hyang Surya to this day remains in his place, because it has been outlined his destiny to stay that way." Sang Hyang Anantaboga began to speak while still standing in front of Suro.
"As well as every leaf that falls it has been outlined when it falls, when it grows. Everything has been outlined according to its nature, according to its destiny line. Even every bright and dark land has been outlined. All are in the heart of destiny." Sang Hyang Anantaboga smiled towards Suro who increasingly did not understand the meaning of his words.
Even so Suro did not incline from his prostration and did not take out a single word, he continued to listen to what Sang Hyang Anantaboga said.
"In addition, why should a scholar worry if your teacher already has a student like Sira?"
"So according to Pekulun Suro is able to help the teacher?" Suro subconsciously looked up at his head, as soon as he heard the words of Sang Hyang Anantaboga just now. Wanting to jump for joy at hearing the words of Sang Hyang Anantaboga just now, but hearing the next speech, the intention was again he paled.
"That's not according to good ulun cah, it depends on the destiny that will be chosen later. Depending on which destiny line to choose? In what interest would you choose? For whose safety would you prefer? All destiny lines are in Sira's hands."
Suro is getting dizzy. Not long ago a sage traced him to the science of salvation. Now after successfully meeting with Sang Hyang Anantaboga, he was told to choose his own path to be taken, in order to save his teacher.
Moreover, all the answers from Sang Hyang Anantaboga in the form of tamsil or figurative language increasingly make his face more tangled.
His hands began to scratch his head as usual.
"Then in the line of fate which this disciple had to walk in order for Eyang Sindurogo to be saved?" Suro's eyes stared for a while at Sang Hyang Anantaboga's face that was filled with a dignified light.
"Be the knight who pidekso the apex of all knights, the ultimate satrio. Dare to sacrifice with a sacrifice that expects no return."
"But it all comes back to the life choices that you will later choose (you). The greater the sacrifice that you are willing to give, the more you will be able to save, my student Suro!"
Suro increasingly does not understand the explanation that has been said figure in front of him.
"Did the pekulun tell you where Eyang Sindurogo is?" Suro asked again while scratching his head.
Presumably his mind grew more complicated after getting the ban just now. So that he can no longer hide his feelings.
"The whereabouts of your teacher now, are not in this night."
"Navagatmala!" Hyang Anantaboga suddenly called out the name of his son who was previously the keeper of the Jendra Hayuningrat Pangruwating Diyu Literary Fiber book.
"Worship pangabekti, does rama call ulun?" Suddenly another figure appeared.
Suro immediately recognized him. Because that figure was the one encountered in the basement library room earlier.
Hyang Anantaboga nodded slowly.
"My disciples need your help, my son. He is the means by which your long sentence has finally come to an end. Lend him your golden glass!" Hyang Anantaboga pointed towards Suro who was still sitting in a row.
"Sendiko dawuh, rama!" Nagatatmala immediately pulled out an object that was only as wide as a palm. It was like a small mirror around him framed by a carved metal that was likely made of gold.
The object was then given towards Suro. Although he did not understand the purpose of Hyang Anantaboga's order to his son to give the object, but Suro did not dare to ask and wait for the next order of Hyang Anantaboga.
"Use the heirloom to pursue the whereabouts of your teacher. They always move around freely. Hopefully with the heirloom sira will be able to help Sindurogo." Sang Hyang Anantaboga smiled towards Suro who again lowered his head while saying immeasurable gratitude.
After that the two figures before Suro disappeared.
Suro himself who stares at the heirloom in his hand.
"Why didn't I ask you first how to use it?" Suro spoke to himself while patting his eel.
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Note: The song above is stranded from the first fiber Wulangreh pupuh tembang dhandhanggula. Sri Susuhunan Pakubuwana IV