HOLY LOVE QUEEN OF THE OCEAN

ALAM SARPA HASTHA

"Again, penance. Don't fight that woman. You can die standing up. I still want to hang people, still want to play send-send nails," replied the other black magic elder.

They both shuddered in horror. "I still want to learn the science of swamp ronthe."

"Ronthe swamp science cannot be used on a magician like that woman. There's that claustrophobic guy. His students are as good as that, what about his teacher?" The two black magic elders accelerated his pace. This is quite a secret for both of them.

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"Kang Mbok Candani, who is actually Gasita Anjali's consort? Kang Mbok knows him?"

"Know. Very familiar. He was the younger brother of Suteja Thani, king of Segara Pitu Kingdom, who planned treason and attacked the kingdom of Segaralaya."

"But why does it seem like he has a grudge against Kang Mbok? I know he's soft."

Candani laughed softly at the praise Nimas Ayu gave to Gasita Anjali. "Here you go, Nimas sleeps. Don't think of anything else."

Nimas Ayu nodded and laid himself on the stone cot in the room. The young king of snakes stroked her gently until Nimas Ayu fell asleep.

"Candani, who exactly is Gasita Anjali?" The ocean opened the conversation.

"Ah, that. I tell you sometime. It seems like this is not the right place to talk. Lots of hidden ears."

Lintang Samudera understood the intention of his wife's conversation. The Candani Paramita. Candani puts her index finger to her lips.

A few moments passed. The night grew late. The glint of distance lights illuminated the room to the five hostages. When the silence came Candani shuffled her seat.

Candani wrote the inscription on the stone cot. "Under this room is another room."

The latitude of the Ocean and the young king of snakes furrowed both his eyebrows. Candani tells Lintang Samudera to come down from the rock cot where Candani sleeps. Candani also came down. The sliding of the top of the stone cot, which turned out to be a door to enter a hallway into a secret room.

Candani re-wrote, now writing on the wall, this writing was intended for the young king of snakes. "Wake Nimas Ayu slowly, don't be noisy!"

Nimas Ayu woke up as a soft kiss landed on her cheek. His life that had yet to fully awaken made him a little confused. He followed the steps of the young snake king, who was walking while holding his hand.

The five special hostages descended the stone steps slowly. The stone stairs led them to another stone room.

"This room seems to have not been visited for a long time, did King Akusara not know about the existence of this room?" No one answered the question the young snake king had asked.

"Look at this stone, the shape is exactly the same as the stone in the cave on the sea border cliffs." Candani squatted observing the carvings and inscriptions around the stone. "Exactly the same," he murmured.

Candani's friends took part in observing the stone chair that Candani appointed. Nimas Ayu just shook his head not understanding. The latitude of the Ocean felt like it had seen the same carving as the stone, but where.

The latitude of the Ocean tried to sit cross-legged on that rock. Nothing happened.

"Rear of Latitude, close your eyes, close the doors of lust" orders Candani Paramita.

The latitude of the Ocean followed the orders of his wife. Emptied all his heart, trying to enter the door of another realm. He longed to find the door. Door opens. Instantly his eyes opened and directly descended from the stone chair.

"I can't, if my soul continues, it won't come back." The latitude of the Ocean looked at the young snake king. "This stone seems to be a nature deliberately created by Mpu Adhigana to store the souls of snakes."

The young snake king asked Candani Paramita for permission to occupy the stone chair.

"Young queen of the sea, please watch over me. If my spirit is lost, please seek it out and bring it back to my body. Nimas Ayu did not allow me to die," said the young king of snakes as he joked.

"alright. Nimas, don't worry." Candani patted Nimas Ayu on the shoulder, giving the young girl some calm.

Candani Paramita and the young king of snakes sat on a stone chair. Sit down and close your eyes. When the doors of lust are closed, they easily enter another realm. In the subconscious, Candani ushers the young king of snakes to enter the natural door of Sarpa Hastha.

When the door was opened, the wind forced out anyone who forced into the realm of Sarpa Hastha.

"Young queen of the sea, how is this?"

"Silent young king of snakes. Relax!" Candani picked up an eight-petalled white rose tucked in her hair. He read the prayer stanzas, and then blew them on the rose.

Candani removes petals from white roses. The eighth petal was blown into the natural entrance of Sarpa Hastha. As a greeting, Sarpa Hastha's nature opened the door slowly. There is no longer a strong whirling wind. There is only a welcome.

The young king of snakes looked at the eight-petalled white rose in the hand of Candani Paramita.

Candani takes off the seventh petal, and hands it to the young snake king. "Holding the petals of this flower, save it, none of it should fall."

The young snake king received the seventh petal, and kept it in a white handkerchief belonging to Nimas Ayu Palupi. Then he kept the handkerchief in the inserts of his belt.

Candani and the young king of snakes have entered the realm of Sarpa Hastha.

"Wait here, someone's gonna pick you up."

A middle-aged man in white clothes came to pick them up, and brought them into the Sarpa Hastha realm deeper.

"The young king of snakes tell your needs to the natural doorman Sarpa Hastha!" the Candani Paramita.

The snake young king nodded. "Old father of the guard, I want to see my father, the former king of the serpents, the king who with a heavy heart sacrificed himself for the salvation of the serpent nation."

The old father of the natural doorkeeper Sarpa Hastha nodded, he entered the wider door. When the door opened, the souls of the serpents were imprisoned. They wept for deliverance. The bitter life in the Sarpa Hastha realm severely tormented their souls. The souls of innocent baby snakes just sit on the sidelines of the natural prison of Sarpa Hastha, waiting for the time for reincarnation.

The doorkeeper brought a snake that was different from the other snakes. He was the former king of serpents, father of the young king of serpents.

The soul of the previous king of snakes was unable to recognize his son. Revenge and sorrow had damaged his inner eyes.

Candani takes off the sixth petal, and asks the previous snake king to eat it.

The previous snake king immediately sat down crying out loud. His soul was already very tired, wanting to quickly return to the realm of permanence.

"Ayahanda, this is my son, the young king of snakes."

"My son, the snake that can transform into a human being, my cute son, my heart," the previous king of snakes could no longer hold back his tears. He hugged his son tightly, overflowing his son's shoulders with his tears.

"My son, young snake. Please father and all the serpent souls who are here. Rescue us. Take us back to the nature of sustainability. I'm tired, son." The tears of the previous king of snakes did not stop. Grief in the heart, pain, sadness, helplessness, all clashing together into one. "Please my son, let us die in peace. We're so tormented."

The serpent young king gathered in front of his father, his loud crying voice slashing at the hearing. The cry of a child who suffers inwardly all the time. He continued to stand before his father. The feet of the former king of serpents were washed with his tears. Her chest is so tight. "The Creator help us, help our imprisoned ancestors here."

The former king of the serpents gathered together, hugged his son, washed his son's back with his tears. The entire body of the young king of snakes was wet by his father's tears. "Free us. In the realm of permanence, we want to go home to the Creator. As long as there is none, let us be dead. No need for reincarnation, let us continue our journey to the realm of permanence quietly."

Father and son who always live in suffering, shed tears. Tears born of grief, a sense of incompetence.

"Ayahanda, don't worry, I will free all the serpent souls imprisoned here. But what's the key to freeing the souls here?"

"Ask Master Jagratara, he'll tell you about the key."