THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
THE TEACHER'S TIPS
But Eyang Ratih did not attack him. These great grandmothers simply jumped on top of the klutuk guava tree and sat on the branch where she had sat before.
”Good Rangga... great,” said. His face was facing straight east.
”For so long I have been studying at the top of Mount Ciremai, it is not disappointing...!” Ratih Parwati gave a shrill laugh.
After laughing, he repeated the song. A song that makes the heart of Rangga Saksana become trembling.
Pitulas taun wus katilar,
Pucuking Mount Cereme grill rich biyen mulo,
Sky stuffing blue, but,
Wulan lan suryo stuffing mandeng lan kangen,
Pitulas taun agawe old kang older.
Pitulas taun ndadekake baby brother dadi young man dang dashing,
Pitulas taun wektu agreement, p,
Pitulas taun wiwitane farewell,
Pitulas taun wekdaling.
Rangga sat down to spread himself under a tree across from the guava klutuk tree. He saw his teacher sigh a few times.
”You're as tight as Eyang? I can help massage...”.
”Shut!” ratih Parwati.
Rangga scratched his head and kept silent.
”I want to talk to you!” ratih Parwati said.
”Speaking what Eyang...?” This young man began to speak earnestly because he saw his teacher also speaking solemnly.
”How long have you stayed here with me, Rangga?!”
”Murid can't remember..”.
”Gelo right! Why do I teach you to read and count the same as you?!”
”Maybe ten years, Eyang..”.
”Goblok! Seventeen years old, you know?!”
Rangga laughs, ”Iyyaa... seventeen years Eyang,” he said anyway.
”I hope today you don't talk crazy about me, Rangga!” ratih Parwati snapped and her eyes were still staring eastward.
”You see that sun?”
”See Eyang...” replied Rangga while looking east.
”The sun is still the sun that was once also, still the same as the sun seventeen years ago. The peak of Mount Ciremai is also still as it used to be. Only the old get older, the orok become the youth! It's just the outside world that's a lot of weight!”
Rangga Saksana listened earnestly because he had never seen his teacher speak like that before. Then came the voice of the grandmother.
”Seventeen years. You've lived with me for so long. Learn to read, learn silat, learn all the magic. But you
don't forget! Kudu inget! The knowledge and all the magic that I have given you are all still too small, too little, absolutely nothing
when compared with the science of power Gusti Allah. You understand, Rangga?”
”Ya, Eyang...”.
”Therefore you must be conscious, I must remember. If this is the day you have become a magic mandraguna that not just anyone can match you, but the main thing you must do is to stay away from all the bad qualities! You should never be arrogant, conceited and smitten! Use all the knowledge I give to help my fellow men, for good. If you're upset, you'll get your own reply later on! You must remember that you are not the only one in this world. You must realize that beyond the sky there is another sky. You realize, Rangga?”
”Sawar, Eyang..”.
”Remember?”
”Remember,Eyang...”.
into your heart, into the stream you have blood, into the heart beat, into the breath! That thing, if it is planted deeply like a tree of his own flesh, is planted,
not a single hand can pull it from the earth because from day to day the roots that make the tree upright are getting stronger and farther into the ground!”
The silence interrupted for some time.
This silence was broken by the voice of Eyang Ratih returning.
”Today is the last day you are here, Rangga!”
”Eyang....,” surprised Rangga Saksana to hear the words of his unsuspecting teacher.
”You're surprised....? No need to be surprised. In this world there is always a time to meet there is always a time of separation. Time comes and time goes! I am done with my obligation to give all kinds of knowledge to you and you are done with your obligation to demand and learn the knowledge from me..”.
In his sitting Rangga Saksana became stunned. So apparently what was sung by Eyang Ratih had something to do with the fairy of his life.
The only thing that Rangga did not understand was the line of sentences,
Seventeen years of the covenant....
Eyang Ratih suddenly floated down to the ground again. He stood before his student. And start talking again.
”Everything in this world is always made up of two parts, Rangga! Two parts that are different from each other but which become its pairs..”.
Rangga Saksana crispy frown not understanding. ”For example Eyang?” tanyakanya.
”For example. Isn't that two different parts?
But is it a couple?!”
”Betul Eyang...”.
”Another example...there is a sky. There is sea there is land. There is fire there is water. There is life there is death, there is poor there is rich. There's no blind literacy. There's a straight there's a bent, there's a long there's a short, there's a high there's a low, there's in there's a shallow! Everything is always so Rangga, Then there is hard no happy, there is laughter there is crying. Above all, there is one supreme. This one is the creator. Who created you, Rangga...?”.
”Do not know Anyang...”
”Bogrol!”
”I know Eyang...”.
”Who?”
”Mother with my father.”
”Who created your father's mother?”
”Grandpa equal grandpa...”
”Yang created grandma equals grandpa...?”
”Grandmothers of grandmothers and grandparents of grandfathers..”.
”And who created the grandmother of the grandmother as well as the grandfather of the grandfather..?”
”Ya grandma from grandma from grandma and grandpa..”.
”Geblk!” ratih Parwati. ”Man can never create man! Your father married your mother and your mother just gave birth to you, others not!! Mom you were born with grandma, you're so stupid! All these people, everything in this world was created by the One. By Gusti Allah! These two things were also created by the nature of God's Wrestling. God created men and He created women. God created the heavens and made the earth. Making difficult people happy also makes people happy. Making rich people also makes poor people.
Man will surely feel happy hard, happy sad, rich poor, hungry full, dead, dead life,
and man must also believe in the one which is Gusti Allah..”.
”Now stand up you!,” orders Eyang Ratih Parwati.
Rangga Saksana stood up.
Eyang Ratih Parwati grinned and giggled.
Suddenly from behind his black clothes he took back his magic trident.
Surprised Rangga Saksana and this young man retreated a few steps back.
Ratih Parwati grinned again, laughing again until her eyes watered.