The Javanese Land Swordsman
Sabha Swagata
It's still dark. But at the eastern end there began to be a reddish glow. Although there was only one spring left, this would be the longest. Because the distance of Kediri to Banyuwangi reaches 360 km.
In the car they still look fresh. Except Fatim's asleep. This trip may be quite difficult for him.
“You didn't sleep, Bima?” ask Wira.
“Which way maybe I can sleep this early in the morning.”
“Say it was like not sleeping at all.. Yes now is the time.”
“Hah.. I do not feel sleepy, forced also does not affect anything.”
For a moment they took a breath to joke with each other. Relieve the mind from mystical things. But the memory of this mess is still ringing.
Wira lowered the tone of voice, “you know that, the risk of living in Java?”
“Means bullied dedemit?”
“If that is true, but have you ever thought of life after death?” the speech of the Hero is getting deeper. Black background adorned his words.
“Ah it.. The thing... I rarely think getting there, but isn't doing a good thing enough?”
“That's not what I mean, when your lost soul is eaten by a dedemit... Then there is no such thing as reincarnation, let alone the coveted heavenly life.. Just imagining it gives me goosebumps.”
“Uncle correct..! Given it it feels like to leave this land, but..”.
“This is arguably a fight between humans and fallen angels... The loser will vanish, and there is no longer a second life.”
They're silent for a moment. Wira's words made the atmosphere awkward. Because death is basically a terrible thing. Especially when it is the end of everything.
“But.. I'm sure we can all get through this... That great payment will not be in vain,” Bima smiled looking up as if hoping to the stars there.
The silent barrel stared at the sedu out the window. He also understands this situation very well. They cannot escape reality.
“One moment, definitely..”.
.........
When heading to Banyuwangi, do not forget they stopped by for breakfast and refueling. Then they continued their journey until their destination.
The sun is moving westward. Slowly their car entered the courtyard of a large pendopo. In front it says Sabha Swagata.
They searched the parking lot and got out of the car. They left after picking up the bag containing the items.
“This..?”
“Wah.. Amazing.”
Different from the previous one, this place did not feel haunted at all. Not even a few people pass by. Not for a reason, because this area is open to the public. So many tourists visit.
White lanterns hang on a big tree. The substation house is built beautifully on every plot of land. At first glance, this green scenery is similar to the Yogyakarta Palace.
“You're coming again, Mr. Wira.!” a man came to greet.
“For a long time no see, Mr. Anang... The work is smooth, right sir?” The woman shook the man's hand.
“More or less so, although sometimes there are obstacles as well.”
“Include sir, they are both my students, Laras and Bima.. This is my daughter, Fatim.”
“Happy to meet you all, and welcome to this Banyuwangi Pendopo.”
“We also, Mr. Anas,” Bima and Laras returned the greeting with a smile while slightly bowing.
“I'm surprised.. Suddenly you call and say you want to come and stay here,” said Mr. Anas.
“Hahaha... Wouldn't it be natural for us to come back?”
“Iya.. Hhhmm well, before going to the spring, it is best to put your things to the inn.”
A woman came. He showed Laras and Fatim the inn. While Wira and Bima together with Pak Anang.
Curved leaves greeted them along the way. Sunlight entered faintly at that place. Then they arrived at an old well less than 1 meter in diameter.
The height of the circle wall does not reach the knee.the two pieces of wood that have begun to paddle stand upright clutching the stone wall. The two woods are connected by one smaller wood on top.
“Use the bucket and rope that are there!” point Mr. Anang at a corner.
“Send me!” Bima took the bucket that had been tied to the long rope. Then he took the water in the well with the help of the object.
“As legend says.. Not only fresh, this water is also very fragrant,” Laras enjoy the aroma of both hands.
“Wait a minute, I have a question?” bima said.
“Ask only.!” replied Mr. Anang.
“Banyuwangi means fragrant water, if not just a story about the story of Sri Tanjung and..” Bima buzzed for a while because he forgot.
“Sidapaksa..” continued Laras.
“Well... Their story is what makes this water fragrant, then the question is what is their relationship with Tan Tik Sioe?” Bima stood up while looking at Wira and Pak Anang.
“No one knows for sure, some say Tan Tik Sioe is the one who found the evidence of the story of Banyuwangi... And some say he is just the author of the story, so this scented water is his deed.”
“Hadeh... Very complicated in this world.”
........
Tonight is pretty beautiful. The shining star makes life on earth smile. Under that beautiful light, Bima sat casually leaning against the wall of the House of Gardu.
This calmness made him forget everything that was passed. A very suitable condition to relieve fatigue and bring peace.
“Bima, take this!” The hero threw a bottle of drink. Surprised, Bima failed to capture him perfectly.
“You're off guard, Bima!” continued Wira while smiling and sitting next to Bima.
“The attack was so unexpected, this peace made me forget everything.”
“That's right..! That is life, when one thinks one has got everything.. At that time he will lose what he has obtained,” Wira sipped another bottle of water that he held.
“If this is the case, who do you think is to blame?” Bima held tightly to the bottle with both hands, while staring deeply at him.
“Apaan? You want to complain to the gods there?”
“I don't know, I really don't understand.”
“Well, it is natural that Bima thinks like that, sometimes this life is difficult to believe.”
Mats.. Mats.. Mats..
Shade the water down from the sky. The drizzle makes things there even more bitter. However, instantly the bad feeling disappeared as the hanging lantern lit up.
“Maybe it's a good time to tell you,” muttered Wira.
“What does uncle mean?”
“You should remember when Bima asked about something that bothered me,” it was a forced smile from Wira.
“I'm forgetfulness, last night's incident made me not remember about it.”
“Haha then.. I'm telling you, besides you'll find out later.”.
Pause for a moment, Wira inhaled a deep breath. Then breathe back in slowly.
“Night the day after, there was an attack in the Keraton and Patih Kresna told me that..” the eyes of the Hero pulsed. The lips were shaking, making it difficult to continue the sentence.
“Uncle Wira.?” Bima shifted herself to get closer to Wira.
“...First daughter of Hamengkubuwono, mother of Fatim.. Kanjeng Mayu, he was declared dead because of the incident.”