Blue Sheath
The Murkanya Pulung Jiwo
“Uncle rest first,” said I feel far away from where it was. And see the condition of Pulung Jiwo who seems to be tired once due to wounds that have not healed properly.
He doesn't want to. But then it stopped and I still held her body.
“Uncle?” I said again.
“Heh..”.
He just muttered without even having to look.
“You want me to find more medicinal leaves?” i'm offering.
“Tak.”
“Atau I'm looking for water to clean the wound?”
“Bring me to the river.”
“Good.”
I washed it, tried to find a river, and got some water.
Not far from there we found a small river with a fairly swift flow.
In the river, he doesn't want to be helped. Then drink until satisfied and clean the wound. Cover again with a cloth. Then sit in front of the river.
He seems to be staring. Perhaps considering the trip back so surprising. For heart. For pain. And maybe for a thousand sorrows that might not be able to withstand.
It's just that time is changing so quickly. Want to unravel all the shortcomings that must be equipped. Helps nature in aligning its patterns. Between right and wrong. Thus making a draw. Nature will remain silent. Watching everything above it try to defend each other.
Shortly thereafter, “Let's go find Blue Sheath.”
“But..”.
“Why?”
“Uncle injuries still severe.”
I'm worried about his condition. She's ill. A healthy person would think a thousand times to roam an area full of enemies. Where challenges and obstacles will certainly be encountered as a step barrier.
“Good uncle.”
We walk slowly, while looking for food that is there, as well as natural remedies for wounds.
We have tubers to eat. There's birds we caught. Anyway the origin found it that fills our stomachs. Until later there may be people who are willing to open the stall and we can just sip what it sells. To share with us.
Every time we meet someone, we ask. Who knows see Ronggo Pekik or Blue Sheath. But no one wants to talk. No one knows. Or don't want to know.
I don't know where they're hiding. Very quaint. He moves easily. His experience so far that makes us cranky. Difficulty in finding. It will also be the fate of the Blue Sheath that we do not understand.
Some days we walk. So far I have not found what I was looking for.
In those days our hearts were troubled by anxiety. Uncertainty, and full of thought also presumptions whose hearts themselves do not understand the answer.
The wound of Uncle Pulung Jiwo improved, it could even be said to be healed. Routine treatment, even with makeshift ingredients but a strong desire for better, makes the expected run smoothly.
We stopped by the stall. Owner's good. He even refused to be paid. Know that we are fighting to become Diponegoro Warriors.
“This is bu.“
“Already no need.“
“Why?“
“Just use it first to fight.“
“I'm very grateful then. But this may be more useful for these stalls, in addition to capital. Who knows our struggle will succeed, so we can give more for the help given this time.“
Uncle Pulung Jiwo refused and tried to convince the seller. He felt bad for the owner of the shop. If you have to trouble the bear time. Just getting the food was profitable. Because many people are suspicious of each other, especially people who are struggling.
But outside there is horror. There's enemies.
Four soldiers with spears and knives.
