The Javanese Land Swordsman
Goddess Lanjar
Rantamsari, the figure of a beautiful angel who descends from kahyangan. He wanders in the worldly realm in search of happiness.
her happiness culminates when she marries a prince named Bahurekso. They had a son named Sulamjono.
However, an unexpected event occurred. Their only son died at a young age.
From then on, their domestic relationships began to crack. Raden Bahu felt restless because his wife was often visited by a female figure suspicious to him.
Their quarrel culminated when Rantamsari decided to leave. She separated from her husband despite still being in love.
In his travels, Rantamsari often got a proposal. She looks beautiful despite her widow. Until Rantamsari was famous as Goddess Lanjar.
However, none of the applications he received. Because Rantamsari has decided not to marry again.
He was on a big river. The woman saw a man with a mustache and a young man meditating on the stream.
He was amazed and approached the two of them.
Realizing that, the mustachioed man turned his head and said to Rara Kuning :
“What's the kisanak? Can I help you?”
“E-no, sorry to have interfered,” Rantamsari immediately turned around.
“Wait, has anything bad happened to kisanak?”
Rantamsari was silent for a moment. He stopped his steps saying, “you are right!”
“Not good when talking like this, I'll be there soon!”
Then the man said to the young man beside him. The young man nodded, then followed the man.
The three of them were looking for a comfortable place to talk. Rantamsari and the two men were on two pieces of wood.
Rantamsari sat in one of them, followed by the man sitting in the other. While the younger man stood up, side by side with the man in the mustache.
“It's not nice if you don't know each other yet, so what's the name of this beautiful lady?” said the man.
“Rantamsari..! Then kisanak itself?”
“I Sutawijaya, while she is Singoranu.”
The young man standing there looked respectfully. So did Rantamsari reply to her. Despite not knowing the background of the two of them, Rara Kuning was completely unsuspecting.
“I feel an aura of deep sadness in Rantamsari.. What exactly has Miss experienced?” ask Sutawijaya.
“Suami and my son have just died.” Such is Rantamsari's confession.
Hearing that the two men were shocked. Sutawijaya asked again :
“Then what does a miss need to go to the wilderness like this?”
“I myself also do not understand, because at the time of the incident we just got married, I was very sad.. Then decided to travel to leave home.”
“Where did you come from, miss?”
“I come from a small village in the North.”
They talk like people they know. Rantamsari himself thinks the two men he met were a great figure. He hoped that after this he would find his way.
Sutawijaya was concerned, and he said :
“Oh yes... Would Miss marry again? I might be able to introduce someone, or Miss Rara is interested in this young man,” Sutawijaya pointed to Singoranu.
“I'm sorry Mr. Sutawijaya, I no longer wish to marry.. All I can do right now is just move following the wind.”
“So it's your decision.” Sutawijaya bowed while throwing small stones down.
“From yesterday I was curious, why did Mr Singoranu not sit?” ask Rara Yellow.
“Nothing, I just want to stand alone,” replied Singoranu.
That stiff-sounding style of speech, made Rantamsari a little suspicious. He asked again :
“Actually who are you? I have felt that you are not ordinary people.”
Singoranu immediately said :
“He is actually the King of the Mataram Kingdom, whereas I am the patihnya.”
“King..? Then it is appropriate, one must feel glare if equivalent to his lord!” Rantamsari bowed for a while to Sutawijaya.
Pause for a moment, Sutawijaya smiled towards Rantamsari. Then the man stood up and gave a tip :
“My word is, do not have to miss do, but let me say something..”.
Sutawijaya advised Rantamsari to go to the south coast and tapa there.
Rantamsari thought that the advice of the king was the right thing. He also decided to go to that place. Sutawijaya and Singoranu meditated in the river again.
Long story short, Rantamsari arrived at a beach. Beautiful ocean panorama, as well as waves that hit to the edge.
The beautiful woman was standing on a rock. Feel the wind blowing while listening to the pounding waves.
“I think this is a suitable place.”
Rantamsari sat on the stone. He was cross-legged facing the ocean. Slowly close your eyes and try to unite yourself with the surrounding energy.
Rantamsari meditated fully and ascended diligently. He was very concentrated on his activities, even decades did not feel he had passed.
In a state of moxa, alias removes worldly bonds. Rantamsari opened his eyes like a newborn baby. He saw the figure of a yellow-skinned woman Langsat. He floated above the ocean by emitting a clear and sparkling white aura.
Rantamsari slowly said, “Why is that, Nawangwulan?”
“True sister, I have been waiting for you,” the woman replied with a faint smile.
“How long have I been here?”
“Not long, less than three decades.”
“Who is the King of Mataram now?”
“Sutawijaya's second descendant, Raden Mas Jatmika, people call him Sultan Agung.”
Take a few turns. Rantamsari cleaned the dust that littered his clothes. Then he stood up and looked down at Nawangwulan.
“Oh my sister, let me be your follower.”
“No need... More precisely, I want Rantamsari to be the ruler somewhere else!”
“What do you mean Nawangwulan?”
“Go to the North where you used to live..! Currently there is not a single human living there, the place has become a base that becomes a den of jin.”
“Part.. So I just need to conquer them like you used to, isn't that Nawangwulan?”
“Thank God that you understand my sister.”
Rantamsari was silent as he looked at his body. He was a little doubtful of his current ability.
“Quietly.. You can definitely do it,” Nawangwulan disappeared down into the sea like a sun sinking there.
“You are so beautiful Nawangwulan, how lucky the man you once married.”
Rantamsari also lost the wind to the North. With his current power, he could quickly move to a place he had once been.
Trees and shrubs filled the wood that was once a house. He held a stalk that crept there, then stroked on his fingers.
...It has not been thirty years
He's walking the other way. Then the wind blew his long hair.
“Already expected, it is very strange if there is no connection with you.”
“Travel here..! I'll make you submit to me.!”
The science of Rantamsari cannot be underestimated. He managed to master the battle even though only one.
The other subtle-creatures were helpless against it. There was no gap at all for them to attack.
Rantamsari himself was very excited. It was as if he could do this fight for good. Even the trees were screaming in the mood.
Not even an hour, there is a female genie that bends. He recognizes the power and majesty of Rantamsari.
As time passed, they began to submit to the goddess. The fight became even more quiet. One by one they fell, until all recognized Rantamsari as queen.
As the Queen of the Kidul Sea said, Rantamsari became a powerful being in the North. He decided to create a supernatural kingdom on the land.
But before the palace became completely, there was an attack from the humans. They intend to open a forest of fine creatures' nest.
Rantamsari did not remain silent. He immediately mobilized an army of jinn to ambush those people.
The jinn and the humans fought against each other. Thundering lightning greeted the arrival of the storm of damage.
Almost even last night. The lines of dawn are visible in the east. But the battle has not yet ceased.
Rantamsari started to fret and decided to directly break through to the battlefield. He thought about immediately killing the commander, in order to bring down the morale of the troops.
Bluarru...
Their energies collided and tapered into each other.
How surprised Rantamsari when he knew the commander of the humans. Because she is her own husband, Bahurekso.
His face looks old. But despite being somewhat wrinkled, Bahurekso still looks healthy and fit.
“You..?”
Armored, they faced each other.
It has not been a long time, but this heart cannot lie. Until now, Rantamsari still feels in love with Bahurekso.
On the other hand, there are subordinates and self-esteem as subtle beings that must be fought for. While on the other hand, there is a figure that Rantamsari loves.
Without a word, Bahurekso dropped a keris. He raised his hand as a sign of surrender.
“Why..? ask Rantamsari.
“You have found your own way, it would be nice for me not to bother you anymore.”
“Kakanda's... I'm sorry.!”
“Nothing, but please for now take care of those who can still be saved.”
“I understand.”
They both signaled the troops to stop fighting. The injured were gathered.
Bahurekso and some of the troops were only lightly wounded, burying those who had died.
“So, what does this battle of raden mean? Didn't they die in vain?” ask someone.
“It means nothing, but if it continues we will all die, we are not strong enough to defeat it,” replied Bahurekso.
“What is Raden Bahu sure we can't beat them?”
“That's how I thought, there would be a lot of casualties,” Bahurekso stared down at someone who was buried.
For a moment the man looked at Bahurekso, then went towards the other herd.
Mounds of earth covered the bodies of those who died. Then he was given a stone that gave a sign.
For those who can still travel, blame is on leaving. As for the injured, it is allowed to settle for some time.
Bahurekso remained here accompanying those who were injured. Others soon returned to the Mataram Kingdom.
Although the heart wants to talk to a loved figure, Rantamsari still refrains from being in contact with him. He also went away from the crowd.
Bahurekso just silently stared at Rantamsari's departure, then continued his work.
Even one day and one night, Bahurekso and his troops planned to leave. They left without saying goodbye to Rantamsari.
“Those humans have left, Queen.!”
“Alright, thank you,” Rantamsari stands tall on the beach. He stared at the North Sea with empty eyes.
The sun rose a piece, Rantamsari saw the men who worked quickly to build the palace.
“Sorry to interrupt, Queen!” the figure of the subtle creature facing.
“What's up?”
“The humans who just left have been killed.”
“What do you mean?”
Rantamsari and some of his troops immediately went to the place that was told. Then they came to a narrow field in the middle of the forest.
“What has happened here.?”
The blood is on the clothes of those who are cut. Not a few swords stuck in the body of the corpse. Some of the blood was still flowing and smelled mixed with the ground.
Rantamsari approached the familiar corpse of the man. The circumstances were quite tragic, the corpse was pierced by a sword on his back. Bahurekso died with an expression that looked filled with regret.
Ctaakkp...
Something within Rantamsari reaches its limit and is cut off. He clenched both hands full of emotion.
“Who..? Who did it..?”
“Sorry, I only see the same people as their clothes.”
“Soever is enough.”
Without further words, Rantamsari instantly rose into the sky. With anger peppered with mounting regret, he darted towards Mataram quickly. That was one of the points why the jinn would submit. No one can catch up to Rantamsari's speed.
In the middle of the road, he met Queen Kidul who was riding in a horse carriage.
“Navangwulan..! Don't block me.!” rantamsari shouted hurriedly.
“What do you want to do? Why are you filled with worldly lust like this!?”
“Why? Why..? I'm already upset with those humans..!”.
“Prieve your wishes, you yourself must know that the people of Mataram are not that bad.”
“But see reality.!”
“You must see reality! Didn't you decide to moksa yourself, but what's with your vengeful lust.!”
“Ta-but..”.
“If you still insist on attacking, I personally block you. Because I have a long relationship with them,” Nawangwulan looks deeply at him.
“So yes.at least I don't want to fight you, forgive me for being carried away by emotions.”
Rantamsari's men have just arrived. Then one of them said :
“What's up, queen?”
“Conditions have changed, we retreat.”
Rantamsari and his army returned to the morgue of Bahurekso and the soldiers. They buried the bodies in the ground not far away.
Then Rantamsari ordered the jinn to move the palace. He chose a place rarely passed by humans, the Ocean.