Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Science Bridge

In his small house, Ki Manguntara invited Adijaya personally. There seems to be something very important to talk about. This is very coincidental also for Adijaya, because he also has something to say.

"How's your shipment?" Ki Manguntara started the conversation.

"It's been growing, Cake. Right now I'm gonna deposit my shipment, too,"

"Later on when our conversation is over,"

"Is there anything important?"

"I've been thinking about this for a long time. I'll tell you first,"

Then the great teacher told him that he had a brother-in-law who now knew where the jungle was. Until now he has not heard from her.

"It used to be a small plaza, Eyang Mahaguru the founder of the padepokan only had two students. Both students are given free choice, whether to continue padepokan or travel.

"But whatever the choice they are required to raise a disciple even if only one person. Finally, one settled down in the paddock and raised two disciples.

"The other went directly to the other country. And so on, the two second generation disciples did the same. One man settled down and continued the stitches, lifting two more disciples. One of them is me."

However, in a time when Ki Manguntara was still a student, his fellow students misunderstood. He accused his teacher of being unfair. Give more knowledge to Ki Manguntara.

"She was disappointed and left the scene quietly. Well, when I inherited the parapet, I raised four disciples as you know them. And I told them to take as many students as possible. Be the paddle like this,"

"Is it possible that Grandpa's brothers have also traveled across the country like everyone else?" tanya Adijaya guessed.

"I don't think so, because he left the store before finishing his lesson. Well, I invited you here because I wanted to ask for your help!"

Adijaya did not show any reaction. He waited for the master to continue, but he had already guessed the point.

"I want you to find him and persuade him to come back here" continued Ki Manguntara.

Adijaya's guess did not miss, but rather mengingan than here who always tempted three great grandmothers who want to match his students.

"What's his name, Cake?"

"Jagatapa, originally from a village at the foot of Mount Salak. He seems to be very high in knowledge. I don't know who to study to. So that he can hide his existence from my inner eye,"

"Surely I can afford it?"

"Surely, I believe you!" Ki Manguntara looked seriously at Adijaya as if showing his sincerity and put his hope to the young man.

"Can I take my wife with me?"

"Of course, by riding on a magical horse carriage!"

Adijaya. "His grandfather also knew the chariot-pulling horses!"

"And another one" said Ki Manguntara. "I saw the qualities of God in one of the disciples. Even his face was somewhat similar,"

"Who is he, Cake?"

"His name is Tajimeta, yesterday he protested just like Jagatapa used to. He accused me of being favoritist, unfair. And he also decided to get out of the pecker,"

"Oh, I remember too!" cut Adijaya while nodding. He also had time to see the incident yesterday although not entirely.

"Good, who knows he is indeed a descendant of Jagatapa. Now, what do you want to say?"

Adijaya set his breath first. Calms heart. Because what will be said may not be approved by the master.

"Look, Cake!" adijaya. "After the contents of the book of Hyang Sajati I memorize all, I intend to give it to Anjasmara,"

Ki Manguntara frowned. "For what?"

Both eyes sunken Ki Manguntara glare. His mind was trying to digest Adijaya's speech. This young man is in a match with the book of Hyang Sajati. He was automatically entitled to become the leader in place of Ki Manguntara, but he instead wanted to submit to Anjasmara.

"Can you explain again!" pinta the mahaguru.

"I am a match with the book of Hyang Sajati, but it could be me as a bridge only,"

Ki Manguntara thought again before saying, "I understand, why choose Anjasmara?"

"Obviously he's more experienced as a leader. At the moment you could say he is quite good at leading the Honorary Council. And it's as a bridge to the highest leadership of the padepokan,"

Grandpa nodded his head slowly. Adijaya is a humble swordsman. It is true that he is only a bridge. Intermediary of knowledge stored in the book of Hyang Sajati.

"Again Anjasmara knows better about this pade than I do," continued Adijaya.

"All right!" Ki Manguntara sighed. "I'll consider it,"

"One more thing, I just blew it up impromptu,"

"What's that?"

"I left the book to Ki Santang. I could tell him to open the book and read it while closing his eyes. So I don't have to memorize it first, Grandpa and Grandma can take notes right away,"

"Good!" exclaimed Ki Manguntara as he flicked his fingers and smiled widely.

Then Ki Manguntara took Adijaya to the meeting hall. He also told one of the disciples to call three grandmothers to gather there as well.

Suits arrived at the meeting hall, not long after three great grandmothers also came. To his surprise, it turned out that the three grandmothers had brought along his talented student. With sparkling eyes they immediately introduced their students to Adijaya.

"This is Wandira, the talented student I have," said Nyai Rengganis. "Although already a widow, but still happy. Yeah, right, hehehe...!"

Then Nyai Parasuri followed. "She's still an eight-year-old girl, her name is Sitaweni!"

"And this is the youngest. Sixteen years old, but beautiful as an adult. Steady. Citrawati!" nyai Sangga Manik.

Adijaya only choked while swallowing saliva. As a normal man, he did not deny the beauty of the three women, but he had to take care of his heart.

While the three women who were forcibly introduced were just blushing in shame. Not able to look longer to Adijaya whose good looks captivate the heart. However, they did not expect more considering this dashing young man was already married.

"It's not a matchmaking event, is it?" sindir Ki Manguntara is answered by the laughter of the three great grandmothers.

"Adijaya," call Nyai Parasuri. "A king besides having a queen, he also had many concubines. Right, right?"

Two grandmothers immediately agreed. Compact.

Adijaya looked confused, smiling awkwardly and scratching her head. "But I'm not king!" muttered.

"Followly, prepare your stationery. Looks like I should also call Anjasmara!" ki Manguntara.

"Well, right, Cake! Also be known to them!" sahut Adijaya's.

After Anjasmara came, Adijaya began to read the contents of the book Hyang Sajati. Initially the four elders would write it down, but eventually even his students did.

Adijaya closed his eyes, but in front of him was emblazoned the book held by Ki Santang open page by page whose contents were read slowly, so that the writing did not miss.

At the time of the writing process, there was a cross-view between Anjasmara and Sitaweni. While Citrawati and Wandira more often look at the face of Adijaya.

_______

Cieee....