The gatotkaca 2050
The Autumn Bisma Resi

As the day wore on, the battle continued. While Arjuna and Srikandi still continue to release arrows into the body of the Resi Bisma whose body has been stuck thousands of arrows, but the Knight and grandfather of Arjuna was still able to stand up and fight.

There was not much that the Kaurava side could do, other than mourn its warlord who was still trying to stand up. Even though the thousands of arrows on the body made him suffer.

The eagle was stunned to see the sight before him, all this time he had only read from books about the power of the Bhishma Rishis. Today the disheveled-haired man saw directly with his own eyes, one of the great events of the Bharatayuda war.

Nakula and Sadewa could not do much, both of them could only look at their grandfather who was starting to have difficulty moving. Because thousands of arrows from Arjuna and Srikandi on his body, reduce his agility.

Now the two opposing camps no one attacks each other. They were stunned at the tenacity and life spirit of the Bisma Rishis who even though her life was already on the edge, was still trying to survive.

Tears dripped on Yudhishthira's cheeks, although he was known as a leader full of charisma, but it was undeniable that he also still had blood descendants with Bhishma.

Yudhisthira's memory goes back to a few years ago, when he was a child. At that time he only got the news that he had a sister, but an oddity occurred. There was a hard veil that enveloped the baby brother, the sheath could not be destroyed with anything. The bisma itself eventually helps release the hard sheath that envelops the baby's body.

Initially Resi Bisma wanted to take the baby to his penitentiary, but in the middle of the journey there was an elephant that rampaged and stepped on the second son of Pandu who was still a baby so that his veil was destroyed. The baby finally survived.

Bisma returned to Hastinapura. Because the horse that carried him was killed by the elephant's rampage, the knight also brought the elephant who turned out to be the messenger of the gods to help break the veil. The elephant was named Sena.

“Cube name yourself, Bratasena,” said Resi Bisma while lifting the body of baby Bima which is three times larger than a normal size baby.

Attack after attack arrows are still released by Arjuna and Srikandi from the hill, the body of the burly and strong Bhishma began to be unable to withstand the weight of the burden of arrows that stuck all over his body. Slowly he began to fall backwards, the thousands of arrows apparently forming a bed for him. He's not dead, just can't rise.

The battle sign was finished that day faster than usual, the two agreed to end the battle a few hours before the appointed time. This was done as a tribute to Bhishma, the grandfather of the Pandavas and the Kauravas.

The afternoon had changed into the night, the higher-ups of the Pandavas and Kauravas gathered around the Resi Bisma which regulated its breathing heavily. They pay tribute to the most influential people of the Pandavas as well as the Kauravas.

Resi Bisma smiled looking at her warring grandchildren surrounding her. “Arjuna, come here.” He called his favorite grandson in a raucous voice.

Arjuna drew near to the Resi Bisma, clasped in the heavy hand of his dying grandfather. There is no grudge in the heart of Bhishma to Arjuna, but what makes him like this is his own favorite grandson.

“You did it right, my granddaughter. I'm proud to die in your hands.” Bhishma said with his heavy breath.

Arjuna just looked down, his tears dripping. “I'm sorry, Eyang.”

Dhuryudana approached Bisma with water in the golden cup of the pride of the Kaurava family, the Hastinapura Leader tried to give a drink but was rejected by the Bhishma.

“I don't want to drink, I just want a hero pillow in my head.”

Hearing his grandfather's request, Arjuna stood near the head of Bhishma. He then took out his bow and made a headrest for Bhishma with hundreds of arrows thrust from his bow. While others, both from the Pandavas and Kauravas collect shields from the troops who fell on the battlefield, then stacked under the head of Bhishma to serve as a cushion.

To the right of Bisma, close to Arjuna are Yudhishthira, Bima, Nakula and Sadewa. And there are Krishna, Srikandi, and also Eagle. While on the left there is Dhuryudana, Dursasana, Sengkuni, also Karna. The two warring sides agreed not to attack each other, out of respect for their ancestors.

“Who are you.. Uhuk... Uhuk...” Bhishma points to Srikandi who is standing not far from Arjuna.

Srikandi came closer, standing right beside Arjuna. “I Srikandi, wife of Kangmas Arjuna.” His voice sounded soft to all who were there, but not to Bhishma. It was like hearing the voice of the angel of death who was going to pick him up.

“She is a drip of Dewi Amba, whom you once killed, Resi.” Krishna chimed in on the words of Srikandi. “Now he's back to avenge you.”

Bisma smiled with her heavy breathing. “Ah, I deserve to see Dewi Amba in battle.” His sentence was stopped by his cough that was bleeding, then he continued his sentence again, “ya, I think this is the time I have to leave this world.”

There was nothing the grandchildren of Bhishma could do there, they could only watch as their grandfather lay on a bed made of thousands of arrows in his body that pierced through the body of the old but burly man.

“A—I have one request, and I hope you can make this my last request, My granddaughter,”.

“What is Resi?” kresna, who now stands beside Arjuna.

“Something when I once swore to myself. At the end of my life, I want my own beloved granddaughter to take my life.”

Hearing the words of Bhishma, Krishna advanced toward Bhishma.

“Not you, Karna. I want Arjuna alone to take my life. Although Dewi Amba swore that I would die at her hands, but I want Arjuna to finish me off.” Resi Bisma uttered her sentence.

Arjuna let out a long sigh, he tried to harden his heart. “Alright Eyang, if that's Eyang's last request. I will complete the oath of Eyang and Dewi Amba.” He then invited Srikandi to stand on the right side of the Bhishma Rishis, while Arjuna circled the head of the Bhishma to stand on his left. 

From the pillow of her hero, Bisma looked at Arjuna and Srikandi. He smiled without burden. This time he understood what his grandson Arjuna said about completing his vow with the oath of Goddess Amba.

“Do the Grandson. Do it now, do not hesitate again.”

Arjuna looked into the eyes of his beloved grandfather, Bisma. He resolved to end the suffering experienced by his ancestors. Similarly, Srikandi who is ready to pull his bow. 

Uncommanded again, Arjuna and Srikandi released arrows from their bows together, their arrows nested right at the head of Bhishma. The instant his life was taken off his body, his vow was paid off. So is the oath of Goddess Amba which is a curse for her long life.

The barren land of the Kurusetra Field which turned into mud because of the blood and dust mixed, now turned red again. The blood of the old Rishis who were revered by both camps had spilled there. As a sign of the completion of the oath ever uttered.

The funeral ceremony was carried out briefly, without waiting for a long time. After the ashes of the Resi Bisma were collected and given last respects by his grandchildren, they returned to their respective tents and agreed to a truce for the next three days.