Travel Stories
The Will of An Inheritance

The book is very simple, if not arguably round or half destroyed. It may only consist of about 10 sheets of nipah leaves held together by a tangle of black thread that has a very soft texture, which is very soft, and it was lying on a simple table with a lighting device that was only a little more modern than the torch next to it. The contents of this cottage are clean, even though it does not have any furniture. Only a wooden table and a rickety chair were placed right in the middle of the room and a cot from bamboo slats whose age might not be far adrift with this cottage itself. Curious, I approached the book from the palm leaf and tried to find out whatever Arborite fussed about in her grunt.

"*But sira jalma manungsa, tan naga lali marang dangka nira. Ora wutuh without understanding broken, ora slick without roaring ala. Eling marang liyan without your legs kudu bali..."

(You, O man, must not forget your origin. Not intact without knowing broken, not good without understanding ugly. Remember will fellow without forgetting self must return*..).

A line of writing in Ancient Kawi is clearly on the front page of the lontar. Although never once studied or even saw how the shape and how to read the letters in the sentence, somehow I know everything written there. And even unknowingly, I was already immersed in the various teachings listed in the book.

Little by little, my mind opened. The striped leaf of the lime leaves that is actually not worthy of being called a book because the thinness of it explains so many things that previously were only like a bedtime story or just worth occupying the night beside the campfire along with various stories of spirits and ghosts.

Slowly, I began to learn about it. How I finally learned to control the power that was asleep within and was awakened by the key sentence that was spread to my skin by the Arborite with his own strength, his curse. And the longer I studied the things written in the book, the more I felt sorry for the Arborites.

How he should be adrift between two worlds until the given time is over until he can finally return to the Creator. Not bound by time and dimension but also without the ability to enjoy or feel anything that comes from each world, where it is not part of both. And for the pain he must feel as he penetrates the thin veil created by Him to separate His fire-created creature from the human world, what he had to do as a consequence of all the mistakes of his life.

Really, if he could choose, I'm sure he would never even think of doing this kind of thing. But just as rice never precedes rice, regret always comes after it's too late. My mind drifted away from the mantras I learned in meditation that deepened as outside the hut, the forces of nature began to churn in silence.

I began to lose track of time as the spell took me further and further into meditation. Every sense I have is closed at once strengthened without me understanding. Lirih sighs the wind greets the ears when some of them understand that it is impossible to happen considering that outside the cottage, the wind has gone mad along with the rain storm with lightning and thunder that cares for anyone. Or the vast field I am standing in today, a place of incredible breadth with no buildings blocking the view while I know for sure that I am still cross-legged in a rickety cottage.

But my mouth did not stop reciting the mantra without trying to fight whatever appeared until finally, there were figures that appeared from a distance and it seemed that they were walking towards me from the 4 directions.

"Greetings, Kay. You finally came and you wanted to see us"

"Sorry, do I know you?"

The figure who turned out to have an extraordinary resemblance to me was smiling. Can I see if it's me, or is it?

"We are you, as you are our embodiment and combination.. We are the 4 great passions you have as a Pancer in the human world. We are located on 4 sides of your windshield and will always be with you if you intend to embrace your birthright..."

"I just want to be able to calm Father and Mother." I replied slowly.

One of the figures smiled when he saw a streak of tears melt from my eyes.

"We feel your pain too, Kay. In time you will learn and know us. When you get to know our names, all our powers will be yours. And you didn't lie to anyone with what you said just now, Kay..."

My cry exploded in sobs when I realized it was all. How there are so many lost souls who cannot return to the Creator and I do nothing when I can help them.

"Mutmainah may be loving and easily give her name, Kay, but not with me."

The tone of voice I recognized as my voice was heard in a growl. My face that looked back was dark and fierce.

"When anger and anger poison your soul and your strength is not enough, the South is my home. Call my name and my power will be yours, but I won't give it away for free, boy."

I don't know if I ever showed a face like my fierce face, but the grin that appeared on his lips before he blurred and disappeared earlier was very familiar in my memory, the usual mimicry appeared on my face when I looked down on someone or something.

"Angoing anger is always dramatic, isn't it?"

"Are you also going to give me your power?"

But answering my question, these two remaining figures only smiled and slowly blurred in nothingness leaving behind a barely audible whisper

"One at a time... Until we meet again, Kay..."

And the vastness of the field began to darken and slowly, the gale that began to lose its power outside the hut began to enter my hearing with tremendous intensity.

"Your body is still a human body that needs rest, you idiot."

Celingukan, I look for a sour voice that some time has begun to be forgotten.

"Make something for you to eat. Rest up. There's no point in you meeting 4 of your brothers in one meditation session if you have to die in the process" he said.

"I thought you were lazy to meet me, Arborite?"

"Not a lot of talk! Eat and rest." said the figure of the astral creature was sour.

As much as I could, I hid the smile that appeared. Better just shut up and eat. I'd rather he's sour than have to see him sulking like the time before.

"Get it slow. You've already missed 5 days of your meditation" he said.

My mind was stunned as it was struck by a high-density train as the spectrum of light began to ripple in the dimensional door wave. The Arborite stepped back in the dimension of nothingness, leaving me with the endless raging of thoughts