It seemed that at that time the Lampeyan and Anuraga horses were having a power struggle. In one move, the Lampeyan Horse suddenly saw a weak hole in the opponent's defense. He didn't want to waste this good opportunity. Simultaneously, a dagger was thrust into Anuraga's neck. But unexpectedly it turned out that the opportunity given was indeed a trap set by Anuraga to trap the opponent. As soon as the dagger slid, Anuraga pounced on him with a necklace slap. The necklace is right about the dagger and tightly wrapped around the stem. With mustering core-force, he continued to pull hard so that the dagger would slip from Horse Lampeyan's hands.
But soon the Lampeyan horse realized what his opponent meant. He also hastily mustered up his strength to hold the keris so that it wouldn't let go. Then there was a power struggle, tugging at the necklace with the dagger. However, because Anuraga had already prepared the plan, he was the one who had more control over the opponent. And actually, indeed, in terms of core energy from the source of the Manipura Disc, Anuraga is superior. Indeed, it seems that the Lampeyan Horse is stronger and stronger. But its strength is only in terms of brute force.
The face of the Lampeyan horse, which was originally bright, grew paler, and his eyes grew wider. Anuraga had merged to know that the opponent was on the verge of surrendering. If he added more energy to pull, the Lampeyan Horse's keris would surely fall. Having lost the weapon, the Lampeyan Horse-of course is easy to overcome. But Anuraga did not intend to kill him. It was enough as long as the Lampeyan Horse could be driven away from that place so that Sindora would be free from disturbance.
Anuraga reckoned that in a few moments, Kuda Lampeyan would have to let go of his dagger. But he really didn't expect that at that very moment, suddenly he could pull the dagger down to the ground. But at the same time, he did not expect at all that the Lampeyan Horse's legs would touch his stomach. Because his attention was focused on trying to snatch the dagger, and also because the distance was so close, there was no way Anuraga could dodge it again.
Duk....!! Anuraga's stomach was eaten by the tip of the Lampeyan Horse's leg. When Anuraga staggered two steps backwards, Horse Lampeyan was about to pick up Pasopati's dagger which had fallen to the ground. But before his hand touched the keris, Anuraga jumped to pounce on his opponent's shoulder. The movement was unexpected by the Lampeyan Horse. He let out a stifled scream as his shoulders felt as if they were gripped by iron fists.
"Don't hurt him, Brahmin brother...." Suddenly Sindora shouted. He was a few steps from the two young people who were struggling. The feeling of anxiety that gripped his heart, it was easy to blur his eyes. Anuraga, who was gripping the shoulders of the Lampeyan Horse, thought he was strangling the Lampeyan Horse's neck. For a moment Sindora forgot about the harsh treatment of the Lampeyan Horse. In his mind only inhabited the shadows of old memories. Memories of the happiest moments in the history of her life where for the first time in her life she felt the warmth of an intimate embrace from her husband's hands. Unknowingly, he simultaneously shouted asking Anuraga not to hurt the Lampeyan horse.
Anuraga was surprised to hear Rara Sindora's screams. His attention was divided and he turned towards Sindora. When he nodded his head as a sign that he understood Sindora's meaning, suddenly the Lampeyan horse squirmed downwards and as fast as lightning stabbed Anuraga in the chest with a punch. Duk....
Anuraga's blood seemed to freeze in his chest, his breath was short, his eyes were sparkling and his legs were no longer able to hold on to his body which was thrown backwards and collapsed on its back.
.....
Amidst the cheers of the troop of soldiers who welcomed the victory of the Lampeyan Horse, a shrill, muffled scream from a woman "Brother Brahmin, you . . . . " a figure immediately ran to approach the Brahmin who was still lying on the ground.
Sindora realized that his screams asking the brahmin not to hurt the Lampeyan horse had caused havoc to the brahmin. Sindora did not expect that the Lampeyan Horse would use this opportunity to hit Anuraga. Sindura was shocked. Feeling that he had harmed his helper, without thinking about anything else, he immediately ran to Anuraga's place to help him.
On the side of Kuda Lampeyan, after successfully knocking his opponent down, he continued to grab Pasopati's keris then bounced up and jumped to stab Anuraga.
Two events have occurred at the same time and in unison. Sindora hunted to Anuraga's place to help. Lampeyan's horse jumped towards Anuraga to stab him. Apparently because he suffered a defeat, his keris was pulled down and his shoulder was grabbed, shame on the Lampeyan Horse. He really felt humiliated because the defeat was witnessed by his entourage of soldiers. Sense of arrogance as a senopati, quickly invites anger.
That brahmin must be wiped off the face of the earth!
Maybe he didn't realize that the grudge that burned his heart had scorched the light of his face so that his handsome face at that time turned wild and as scary as Batara Kala. Sindora, who was the first to arrive at Anuraga's place, was surprised to hear the sound of people jumping to where the brahmin Anuraga was. He turned and when he saw how at that moment the face of the Lampeyan Horse was terrible, the eyes were red and the kris was outstretched, Sindora's spirit flew away. He knew what Kuda Lampeyan would do to Anuraga. To prevent her husband's actions, it seemed impossible. No more time. And even if there is time, it is not certain that the already ferocious Lampeyan Horse will obey. While t: to get rid of Anuraga's body from the death threat, also did not have time. Even if he had time, he felt that he was not strong enough to lift the brahmin's body.
Sindora was gripped in amazement. He was so confused. The flutter of nervousness that vibrated his heart space, shook the earth of his subconscious. Instantly the walls of his mind fell. Remove all considerations of profit and loss, flogging, death and life. What shone in his heart was only to help the young brahmin. The brahmin who had helped him several times but at that time suffered death threats as a result of being disturbed by his screams earlier.
Sindora did not have time to think too much. When the Lampeyan horse arrived and stabbed Pasopati's keris into Anuraga's body, Sindora quickly bumped into the edge of the dagger "Duh, sis...."
Pasopati's keris penetrated into Rara Sindora's chest. Blood spurted out and with a heart-rending scream, the beauty fell to the ground...
The Lampeyan horse is here. His face, which was burning red, instantly turned pale with lesions. His body trembled, limp hands unable to grip his dagger anymore. His face clouded with murderous murder was replaced with images of fear and horror.
Horse Lampeyan has seen blood on the ground of his opponents on the battlefield dozens of times. And every time he saw the blood, he would laugh happily. But when he saw blood gushing from Sindora's chest, his face turned pale. Her eyes twinkled. Faintly he seemed to see the blood congealed, red hot and then evaporated. The steam turned white and suddenly formed a body, taking the form of Batara Kala, as he had seen in the temples he often visited in the past.
"Hey, Kuda Lampeyan, you are a human being whose Qibla is reversed. Your actions killed your faithful wife, you will be rewarded later when the time comes for me to eject you into the Jonggring Saloka crater....." a voice wailing clearly word by word.
"Oh, no, no...." suddenly Lampeyan's horse covered its face with both hands then turned around and ran as fast as it could.
"Hi, where are you going Raden . . . . ?" Many Sakurung were surprised to see their leader act. But Horse Lampeyan didn't pay attention and kept running as if being chased by a demon. Many Sakurung signaled to their men and then ran after the Lampeyan Horse.
A few moments later, they disappeared from sight. Now in the forest only Anuraga and Sindora live. In fact, Anuraga did not faint. The Lampeyan Horse's blow made his heart seem to stop and his eyes darkened. But his mind was still conscious. When Sindora fell down, he fell beside the Brahmin
Anuiaga. A sprinkling of beautiful blood poured down on the brahmin Anuraga's face. Sindora's screams and blood splashed in his face jolted the brahmin from being confused between conscious and unconscious. The shock had awakened the surge of his strength. Simultaneously he bounced up and hugged Sindura's body "Sindura, you ...." trembling he immediately lifted the beautiful body into his lap. How broken his heart was to see the keris stick sinking into the chest of that beauty. He immediately reached out to take it off. But when the stem touched the hand, the blood was flowing even more profusely "Ah ..." he quickly pulled his hand back. He realized that if the dagger was removed, Sindora's blood would surely flow out more and more.
"Nini, nini Sindora....." he touched her beautiful cheeks and rubbed her slowly to wake up. But Sindora kept her eyes closed.
"Duh, nini, nini Sindora .... why did you sacrifice yourself....." Anuraga was at a loss for words to spill
her feelings. He was confused, sad and lost his grip on his soul, weak all the joints of his bones. The blood in his body seemed to freeze, stopping his heartbeat. His heart, mind, soul and spirit were shattered. Not knowing what to do, he would understand and, and .... his chest cavity exploded, shattered like a volcanic eruption that multiplied lava.....
Anuraga cries. Crying sobbing like a child. The fortress of his mighty manly heart, could not withstand the waves of sadness and broke apart. The waves continued to flow swiftly and finally when they arrived at the border of Netra, their tears poured down to the earth.
Anuraga could not hold back his overflowing sadness and finally gave up he was spoiled by tears. Yes, just by shedding those tears, he felt a bit loose from the crush of his chest and shortness of breath......
Unknowingly, her tears were pouring down, dripping right onto Sindora's lips. Suddenly the beautiful lips moved slowly and began to taste. A moment later his eyelids opened.... "Ah, you.... kakang.... Brahmin...." he cried weakly. Anuraga was laughing "Nini. . . you...."
"Sis... where are we right now...?"
"In the forest, nini"
Sindora's lips muttered for a moment, then said anyway "Where.... brother Lampeyan....?"
"He's running scared!"
"Ah..." Sindora sighed weakly "hopefully he... realizes... his mistake..."
"But Sindora, he has harmed you. I will look for him to avenge your heartache!"
For a moment the eyelids of the beautiful girl closed and then stretched again "Ah, don't... big brother... of course he will be tormented by his heart... Revenge will never go... over... as long as we still... have feelings that . . . and Karma . . . kakang ... there is no way we . . . humans can avoid . . . so don't, kak . . suffering....."
Anuraga's conscience touched when he heard Sindora's words that contained nobility. He was secretly ashamed in his heart. As a Brahmin, he is still inferior in spiritual level to the beauty "Nind . . . I will engrave your message in my heart" he said immediately.
"Kakang ..." suddenly Sindora said after being silent for a while "why are you... shedding... tears...."
Hearing the question, Anuraga's spirit, which had almost woken up, collapsed in grief. He almost couldn't hold back the tears "Nini . . . I am the one who is guilty nini . . . forgive . . ." he wept bitterly.
Sindora forced it, smiled wistfully "You. . . are innocent.... and no one is guilty at all. . . . we are only one Hyang Widdhi. . . . we only do what is outlined in our Karma of life. . . . ah , kakang Anjampiani . . . . don't cry . . . . because of your tears earlier .
. . ..has hindered my journey to . . . eternity...."
"Ouch, nina..." Anuraga sighed regretfully "Strengthen your heart, keep your faith strong. Pray to Hyang Jagadnata, so that I will be given instructions to get medicine to heal your wounds. You are still young. Like a flower, you are still in bloom. Don't give up, have a small heart. You will surely recover. , nina...."
Sindora swallowed a withered smile "I know brother, you want to cheer me up....but...but don't deny reality...goes against nature...actually my situation is already bad...it's inevitable that I can't be helped anymore...just because of your tears earlier kakang .... my spirit returned to infiltrate into my body which is no longer possible . . . accept the presence of the spirit
....
"Nini'.
"Kakang .... give me a chance .... as long as I can still talk .... my time is very limited ...."
"Fine, nina...."
"From nothingness, we were created. Once we have existed, we must return to the origin of nothingness again. Birth, life and death, is the nature of Prakitri. Let us not be greedy for a long life. Because the longer we live, the more we suffer. And why are we afraid of death .... aren't we going back to where we came from .... Kakang Anjampiani . . . don't be sad . . . I feel very happy. greeted by the hands of big brother Kuda Lampeyan, the man who became my husband in the incarnation of my life at this time . . . .
...."
Anuraga did not want to disturb the beautiful conversation. Because he too was struggling hard to stem the overflow of tears that would flood out.
"Brother..." Sindora suddenly exclaimed rather brightly "what time is it now..."
For a moment Anuraga looked up at the horizon then replied "It's dusk before the late sun and the wildlife are packing up to go home. ."
"Exactly..." cried Sindora "this is the moment that is called 'the extinction of the earth. When the sun of life is past, then the power of life disappears and the Atma returns to its place of origin. . . .' suddenly the beauty closed her eyes then cried out weakly "sister... I hear the faint echo of singing... try to close your ears..."
Anuraga gasped in astonishment. But he complied too. Immediately he fell silent in meditation. Between being heard and not being heard, the faint sound of his ears echoes a beautiful song....
Anicea vata sankhara
Uppada vaya dhamtnino
Uppajjitya niruijhanti
Testang vupa ano sukho
All things are impermanent
They are born and broken again
They appear and disappear again
Happiness arises when restlessness disappears.
"Brother. . . ." suddenly Sindora cried out weaker "my heart is bright, my soul is calm.... meet and part... finally arrived
also.... I can't take it anymore, sis..."
"Sindara . . . . !" Anuraga screamed.
"Kakang... look at this... the angels have picked me up... I have to quickly join them..... Before leaving... I want to pray to you... Kakang Anjampiani, even in this life , we are separated by another natural line of life . . . but .... in the future incarnation .... I will definitely be ... your wife .. . "
In saying your last word, the tone was almost inaudible and after that his head fell down quietly in the young brahmin's lap.
....
"Sindara . . . !" Anuraga screamed and hugged him "Sindora. . . Sindora . . . don't go Sindora . . . you can't die, Sindora . . . "
Anuraga roared like a hungry lion. Screaming like a horse neighing. His echo shook the trees in the silent forest. Wildlife fled as the branches of the trees where their nests perched vibrated like a tempest. The atmosphere of the forest was engulfed in silence in the evening, suddenly changing with an uproar like drums blaring on the battlefield. . .
Sindora rubbed his head. Pinch-pinchnya the pretty cheeks to moan. He pushed the woman's eyelids open. Digamit-gamitnya pair of lips that closed to split as well. He stroked her forehead and Sijuwita's hair to wake her up. But all that was in vain. Sindora has been picked up by the angels and set off on her last journey, to the realm of eternity. . .
Anuraga wanted to cry but his tears had dried up in his arid heart. He wanted to scream and roar to his heart's content, but his voice was hoarse. he wants . . . ah, everything you want always collides with all the impossibility.
Satisfied with indulging in grief, anxiety and confusion, finally the physical fatigue and sluggishness of the mind, has stopped all the agitations of his heart. Now he is limp, lethargic. A few moments later, his mind began to calm, a feeling of calm settles down. It was in the silence and shade of his mind that he faintly remembered the incident when he was injured and treated by Sindora first. Sindora washed the wound with water and then smeared it with mushrooms. Ah, why didn't he follow that example?
Simultaneously, he carefully placed Sindura's head on the ground, then he got up and took a step to look for water and medicine. But only two or three steps, he stopped "Ah, poor Sindora, if I stay alone, wild animals might disturb me ..." finally returned to Sindora's place. The beautiful body was picked up and carried in her arms, taken to find a source of water.
The atmosphere of the forest began to get dark swallowed by the darkness of the night. It's not easy to find a way in the forest, let alone find a water channel. But Anuraga did not care about anything. The goal is only one, looking for water. But he did not understand the state of the forest. Even though he had been exploring the forest for almost half of the night, he had not yet met a source or water channel.
Towards the light of the ground, then he arrived at an embankment flowing clear water. He put Sindora's body under a tree. For a moment he took a deep breath. After that he approached the embankment. With both palms he collected water and then returned to Sindora's place. First, she flushed her forehead and beautiful hair. Then he dripped water into the beauty's mouth. He waited expectantly for Sindora's consciousness. But until dawn had dawned, the expected one never arrived. Sindora remained soundly in his eternal sleep. . .
"Ah, I have to look for that medicinal mushroom" another thought occurred to Anuraga. And immediately he scoured the embankment to look for the mushroom. Half an hour later he saw a cluster of mushrooms growing in the crevices of the rock mound. However
when he was about to pull out the mushroom, doubts arose in his heart "Ah, is this mushroom similar to the mushroom that Sindora picked before..." he began to worry. A few moments later he decided to pick it too "Okay, I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll look for another kind again"
After preparing the finely crushed mushrooms and water, he took out the Pasopati keris that was still buried in Sindora's chest with a pounding. He could remove the dagger and the blood wouldn't flow because it had congealed. Carefully he washed the wound. After it was clean, it was smeared with mushrooms "Ah, this time Sindora will definitely wake up from his stupor ..."
Indeed, the incident that happened to Sindora had enveloped Anuraga's entire life. Never in his life had Anuraga suffered such grief and turmoil. He is a Brahmin who has absorbed the essence of religious studies and human philosophy. He has also experienced various waves of livelihood. But never before had his heart been torn apart as badly as when he was facing Sindora's death. He has truly lost his personal self, the handle of life and all the understandings of the teachings of rahmanism. In his mind, he did not believe that Sindora was dead. He was sure that Sindora was still alive and would definitely live again. That was the reason for the strange behavior of the young brahmin to carry the body of the beauty to explore the wilderness, looking for water and medicine....
Thus after finishing smearing the mushroom mixture, Anuraga immediately rested, sat leaning his head against a tree trunk beside Sindora. At that time the sun was getting higher, the wind was blowing. Great suffering, physical and spiritual exhaustion, plus almost a day and night without eating. After a few moments of sitting and releasing fatigue, he fell asleep without realizing it, swaying in the breeze.
'" . . . he could not believe that Sindora had died. It is impossible in this world that there is no medicine that cannot revive Sindura. It is impossible in the entire universe that there are no powerful people who are unable to heal Sindora. He lifted the body of the beauty and in- his house. Off he goes to explore the whole world to look for the magic person and the Nambi god or medicine shaman . . . . "
He didn't mind the scorching heat of the sun. Never mind the sensitivity of the night. Never mind the heavy rain. Never mind the chills of the wind howling on a cold night. He walked without stopping. Traversing the wilderness, climbing mountain peaks, descending valleys and canyons, exploring from one village to another. However, of the dozens of Brahmins, priests, priests, priests, rishis from the four dormitories: Beramacari, Gerhasta, Wanaprasta, Biksuka, to various holy houses and hermitages, he was unable to meet a powerful person who could bring Sindora back to life.
Finally he was annoyed and desperate. He headed for a river with a swift current. It's been decided. He and Sindora's body wanted to jump into the river, so that the two of them would be perfect.
Suddenly he saw a very old man sitting under a tree that grew on the edge of the river. The grandfather, whose long, towering hair and beard were all white, seemed to be waiting for a stalk of bamboo. The ends of the bamboo are tied with a rope. the end of the rope that sticks out to the surface of the water, tied with a hook. But the hook was not curved as usual, but straight. And even more surprising, on a straight hook there is absolutely no object for bait.
Anuraga approached the grandfather and said "Grandpa, are you fishing?"
The old man was not surprised and did not turn away. In a calm tone he agreed.
"It's weird" Anuraga muttered "is it possible that a fish would snap at that hook at a glance? Even if there was it would be impossible for the fish to get hooked on that hook that wasn't connected"
"Ha, ha" the grandfather laughed gleefully "you are surprised to see people catching fish without hooks and bait. But you don't feel surprised when people hold a woman's body that is already lifeless!"
"Grandpa, you know?" Anuraga is shocked. It was clear that while he was walking over to him earlier, the old man never looked away at him "ah, grandpa, I believe this woman can definitely be helped. The problem is because she hasn't met a powerful person who can give medicine. Grandpa, do you know where there are powerful people who are good at give medicine? I have explored all corners of the universe, but there are no powerful people or god nambi who can revive it "
"Have you gone to Tanca?"
"Rakryan Tanca, who is famous for being good at treating that? It's over, it's over. But he can't do it either. He even laughs at me as a person who isn't in his right mind..."
The old man laughed dryly "It's hard to do that. But actually it's not impossible..."
"Grandpa, can you do that?" Anuraga cried out in shock, full of hope "please grandpa. Turn on this woman. Whatever you want, I can definitely do it, even if I become your servant for life..."
"Ah, there's no need" replied the grandfather "I just want to help. But succeed or not, depends on the will of Hyang Widdhi"
"Okay" Anuraga answered hurriedly "please grandpa give me a hint"
"Easy but difficult, difficult but easy" the grandfather began to explain "wait here. If a bader fish with golden yellow scales grabs this hook, smash the fish and drink the woman's mouth. She will definitely live again"
"Ah, are you joking grandpa?" Anuraga greeted in unison "Is there a bader fish that is so mad to grab that hook? And even if there is, it's not necessarily one with golden yellow scales. How long do I have to wait for that fish?"
"I have said, easy but difficult, difficult but easy. It depends on the nature of the woman. Maybe a day or two, a week and two weeks, a month, a year, a windhu, a century..."
"Ah, don't make fun of it," said Anuraga, starting to get angry, "the cooking of the corpse can last for so long. By the time he got the fish, the corpse would have been damaged. But what is clear, the hope of getting a fish like that, is like a hump missing the moon." ..."
The grandfather laughed "Ho, aren't you like the back miss the moon, too?"
"Hm" Anuraga growled and continued to swing away from the grandfather. But just one step he took action, suddenly the old man called out to stop him.
"Why?" cried Anuraga.
"If you reject the previous way, there is still another way" said the grandfather "and that way is very easy"
"say"
“Leave the woman's corpse here. And you go ask for coriander from housewives. But you have to look for the mother from a family where a member of the family has never died. Easy, right?"
"Can coriander bring this woman to life?" asked Anuraga hopefully sanctioned.
"SURE!" said the old man firmly.
Anuraga leaves immediately. From one house to another he meets housewives. He has explored villages, cities and all corners of the archipelago, but he has never met a woman who has never lost a family member.
Whether parents, uncles, siblings, children, nephews and family relatives, of course someone died.
Upset and tired of wandering around without success, finally Anuraga returned to find his grandfather on the bank of the river "Grandpa, I couldn't find a woman like that...."
"Thus, O young brahmin," exclaimed the grandfather "that in this world there is indeed no human being who has never lost a family member. So the death of a family member or friend or person he loves, you are not the one who suffers. But every living human being certainly has experience. Because it is common for humans, your desire to revive a dead woman cannot possibly be approved by the Gods. And try to see the condition of the woman you brought with you...."
Anuraga herpaling. He almost screamed when he saw the state of Sindora's body still lying under the tree. It's no longer the beautiful Rara Sindura who is an angel descending from heaven, but a skeleton, ah... . Anuraga closed his eyes did not dare to look....
"Anuraga...." suddenly the old man called out from behind
"Know it. Do not be attached to the pleasant or the unpleasant. Seeing what is pleasant is suffering, just as seeing what is unpleasant. Because of affection, there arises sorrow and worry. For one who is free from affection, there is no sorrow. and worry again. A brahmin that is who knows the arising and passing away of all living things. Who has severed the fetters of hatred, pleasure, desire, doubt and delusion and attained perfect enlightenment...."
Anuraga gasped and opened eyes.
"Anuraga, when your heart is clean from stains and released from the shackles of Desire, don't be afraid to see Reality. Raise your head and look back. Look who I am . . . "
Anuraga simultaneously turned "Hi. . . . !" he screamed in surprise and jolted awake from his…..dream.
He pondered over his dream. A few moments later, his mind began to clear, his heart was bright. He was aware of what he was facing. Sindura has passed away. It's impossible to live again. If he took the beautiful corpse to explore everywhere, surely the corpse would be damaged and decomposed. Instantly his heart horrified when he remembered the figure of the skeleton of the bones in his dream earlier...