Among Thousand Journeys

The red pomegranate

Even that person had finished doing anything, Kyai also knew and sometimes pronounced Kyai without a shady aling-aling. It just flows. I remember when I first came to Kyai's place. Kyai peels me all out about my girlfriends. What I did with the Hani, with Umi, with the Dyah with the Faty, Dina, were all mentioned one by one by Kyai plus the names of the girls' parents. Obviously it makes me careless, embarrassed and I who previously came to this boarding school because it worked to make calligraphy from cement, finally decided to go and learn the science of Kyai.

Skips...

“Have.” Kyai said.

“I want.. want...” say Iqbal nervous.

“Iya I already know you, I have filled, want to be immune weapons right?” Iqbal.

I who was cleaning my drink glass at that time, also surprised, especially Iqbal. Because Kyai hasn't touched Iqbal at all. Seeing Iqbal hesitating, Kyai immediately called Kunto, a santri from Sumatra whose body was thick. After kunto facing, “Kunto, grab a cleaver!, you test this Iqbal.” said Kyai calmly.

Iqbal was pale, I saw cold sweat drenching his forehead, his body was trembling, I didn't dare to imagine what Iqbal was thinking, maybe he regretted coming here, or maybe imagining his skin being torn to the bone looks bleached and blood pouring out of his wounds, then his body collapses to death.

Kunto has come to bring a machete, indeed here all santri have a machete, a typical weapon used santri to take firewood on the mountain princess. In this hut the santri needs food borne by Kyai, if Kyai rice, then rice is eaten, but if the yam then yam eaten, yam, in fact, not infrequently for days we eat boiled cassava leaves, but the fuel to boil it is firewood, we have to find ourselves in the forest. Kunto's arrival with his sparkling machete made Iqbal tremble, cold sweat poured down, and made a paper-white face, the other guests had stepped aside, before Kunto came perhaps afraid of blood splashing, and even of the appearance of a paper-white face, moreover, the more distant female guests, Iqbal who sat alone in front of Kyai, his sweat was flooded, and the, moreover, Kunto came without words again leaping to shake his machete flashed towards the neck of Iqbal who sat down in front of Kyai, the female guests immediately screamed. Kontan Iqbal. Bias, his face as white as cotton, the machete Kunto whizzed towards his neck. Closing my eyes Iqbal did not have time to avoid it, his life seemed to have been released when the sound of crunching!, heard on his neck, but soon red blood flowed all over

the surface of his skin was bleached, refreshing his veins and relief replaced the shock, when he found his head did not roll loose, separated from his neck.

Even he did not feel any pain at all when the sharpness of the cleaver touched his skin, like a soft cotton pillow. All eyes were gazing in relief, and the atmosphere was immediately thawed with Kyai's laughter, telling Iqbal to continue his immune tests outside, as Kyai was willing to accept the other guests.

Skips...

“Sorry I cannot welcome your sudden arrival,”

“Ah many bacots very!” nyai Bundo.

“Receive my attack!”

Instantly the old woman raised her right hand as high as her shoulder, while her left hand was directed to the navel. With a matter of seconds her palms lit up, from glowing blue red then silvery white. I heard Kyai's voice hissing. “Punch of bagaspati.” Kyai's hand pushed my knee so that my body slid like a wheel and stuck on the wall. I saw Bundo's nyai's hand being thrust forward. There was a whistling sound like the sound of a fast-paced car and suddenly brake. When the light came off and hit Kyai's chest, everyone there had their eyes bulged, the air was hot, it felt like it was in the oven. The light that hit Kyai as soon as it hit his chest, the light instantly collapsed, gone. Kyai sat down with her smile. As if nothing happened, even the white clothes worn were completely unflappable. Obviously it makes Nishi Bundo makim angry, the emotions get more mastered and repeat the punch until repeatedly, but the results remain the same, Kyai still sat unmoved.

“Baby child, what magic are you wearing?” nyai Bundo as if in disbelief, the science that has been proud of like it has no power. Though usually affected by the blow that has been sprayed aji saripatibagaspati, let alone humans, a buffalo adult will be burned outside the inside, just love the seasoning is ripe no need to be cooked again. But this person is still hahak hihik, obviously making his life Bundo hot his heart was tawdling.

“Sareh nyai, let's sit here.” said Kyai still keep laughing. Although she was still granny, she finally sat in front of Kyai, and Kyai raised her left palm and said:

“Nyai, later what comes out of my left footprint, and you can take it then it becomes your right.” nyai Bundo curious eyes staring into the palms of Kyai stretched. Nyai Bundo looked unblinkingly at Kyai's palm which slowly but surely began to turn red and increasingly red, when from the palm of the hand came the ruby of pomegranate, the stone looked bright red, until Kyai's white sleeves lit up. Soon Bundo's left hand reached for the back of Kyai's palm, while his right hand tried to take the flaming pomegranate rubble, but it was a shock to him that it was sticky in Kyai's palm.

Stickier than sticky glue king though. Nyai Bundo tried to take it with all his might. While Kyai chuckles, Bundo's sweat floods and thin white smoke billows from his hair indicating that it has used up his inner strength. Even the magic stone did not shift in the slightest, and again when the stone entered again into the palm of Kyai, Bundo's nyai hands were also shot into the inside. Bundo shot his hand after the stone disappeared.

“That may not be your nyai, perhaps this one is your rizki,” again from within Kyai's stretched palm, slowly appeared the handle of a keris carved with a garuda bird, and, the keris slowly came out of Kyai's hands which were completely hollow let alone bloody. Half of the keris is still stuck in Kyai's palm, nyai Bundo was quick to hold the handle of the keris and exert all his energy in channel to his hand that grasps the keris. It was easily removed. Sreet, like plucking hair from bread dough. When the dagger had been uprooted just how nyai Bundo eyes bulged in surprise, he actually recognized the dagger that was now in his grasp.

Immediately he prostrated for mercy and worshiped Kyai, Kyai just chuckled chuckling while stroking the white hair of the prostrating old woman. Then Kyai told Nyi Bundo to sit quietly. And Kyai invited me and those there to pray..