HOLY LOVE QUEEN OF THE OCEAN

CANDANI PARAMITA

Two soldiers sat three meters away from the fireplace. They also make their own fireplace to warm the body for those who are on guard duty.

"Payu Putra is ripe has not cassava burned it?"

"Samba."

"The smell has made my stomach sound crutches."

"Sabar Kakang's. Soon your stomach will be overcome with the pulennya this burnt cassava, be patient, to wait carefully I send Kakang to fantasize beautifully."

Silent.

Silent.

Only the sound of soft wind was heard. His voice was like a group of soft people traveling from unexpected directions who were migrating from one soft village to another. Maybe if the occasional sound of birds is heard it may be a sign that there is a soft baby who is fussy. To appease his son, perhaps a group of migrating soft men stopped briefly in a human village. The goal is to find a small child from the human race to accompany his son to play so that his son does not fuss anymore. Children who are young do not like to be left alone. There is a mother of soft baby who is calming her child and looking for a child of the human race to play. If that happens then sometimes a child of the human race laughs himself, or plays alone, when in fact not alone, the child of man is playing with the child of the nation of the soft. Ssssssstttt therefore beware! The sound of the bat is becoming the whisperer tonight. The sound of burning wood fractures becomes a complement to the tone at night. Silent. Slowly. Silent.

"Sstttt listen to the sound of the little children crying" said the Bayuputra soldier as he put a finger to his lips asking for serious attention from Samba.

Samba listened carefully. The clarity of his sense of hearing was carried away by the gripping atmosphere offered by Bayu Putra. And unexpectedly emerged a gripping atmosphere hit the two soldiers who were on guard duty. The more gripping evokes the fur of the nudge. There may be children of soft people who are fussy or are feverish body because it is looking for a friend to play from human children. As the human child knows it is funny and adorable. It was a little inconsequential to the thought of these two soldiers who were on guard, perhaps to relieve drowsiness.

Crick..kriiikkk.

Hmmmmm..hmmmm.

Kreeet..klesek. Something's creeping on the ground.

The sound of bats enlivened the silence.

The atmosphere is getting tense. The crescent moon in the sky looks dim indicating a new moon change.

The wind passed without excuse. Heart beat is beginning to sound.

Deg..deggg.

And the ambiance when the typical smell of the forest containing the aroma of trees, leaves, soil, dry wood, fruits, various flowers and others, etc, turned into a very pungent foul scent that came from the release of air from the sewer.

Samba immediately ran away from Bayu Putra. The release process issued by Bayu Putra is very terrible. The ant army must have fainted immediately if it smelled the aroma of this Bayu Putra release style. And the old pregnant goat must immediately give birth because it smells into the womb of the mother goat, the baby goat would need fresh air to save itself from the smell of rotten matchless.

"Ahhhhhh leganya." Say Bayu Putra while rubbing his stomach as if it had been released from a terrible shackle. His lips smiled with satisfaction. And his brazen face was waving around mocking all who saw him. The shackles are now attacking Samba and the forest dwellers around these two soldiers.

"Founded. Gendheng, ora nduwe isin (shameless ), ngisin-ngisinake (abashed )," said Samba as he continued to hold his nose, avoiding pollution from the foul aroma released by Bayu Putra.

"Hahaha... hahahaha. Even he rolled around to be content to prank Samba.

"medicine. Reconcilers. Your name should not be Bayu Putra change from now on your name is Fart Putra. Bayu Putra is too good a son of the wind god, Fart Putra is more suitable for you, the son of the fart god is perfect for people whose farts are rotten half-dead like you," samba cuss full noisily disturb sleeping rooster forest.

"Bechah saru (disrespectful )," said Samba could not accept the harsh reality that befell him.

The night continues to travel through time. The young moon controls nature with its little light.

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The morning finally came. Only a little sunlight could penetrate the lush trees of this forest. All the troops were sitting around Queen Sanura because there was something to be conveyed by him.

The horses were calmly grazing including the horse Antari which belonged to their queen.

" The Senopati and my soldiers are all. In this land, I or rather, we are all traveling. That's why I want to go undercover on this journey of mine," Sanura stared at every single look in his followers' eyes, trying to give them an understanding that they could understand and accept.

"Before the mercy of Kanjeng Ratu, I dared to ask," said Senopati Jaladhi as the oldest person in this army. " Will the Queen Kanjeng be disguised and in this disguise the Queen Kanjeng is not acting as a queen?"

"Yes Senopati Jadhipa. Last night I thought carefully, for my adventure I will use another name as my disguise. My undercover name is Candani Paramita."

"From now on in this adventure there is no Queen Sanura, no Senopati, warriors, or emban. We are just fellow brothers who are on an odyssey to increase knowledge and other supplies of life."

" Then what's the position in calling Kanjeng the Queen?" ask Senopati Apsara.

"For Senopati Jaladhi and Senopati Apsara, we will all call Senopati both with the call of Kakang Jaladhi and Kakang Apsara. Kakang both please just call me Candani Paramita assume I am the sister that you must protect. Isn't it your job to protect me?"

Jaladhi and Apsara mangosteen understand Candani's explanation.

"For Baluh Jingga because you are younger, call me Kang Mbok (sister for older sisters), and I will consider you my younger sister."

"Kang mbok Candani," said Baluh Jingga while blushing embarrassed and moved, because the queen is willing to consider him as a sister. A great queen but not proud.

Candani smiled satisfied with the flexibility of Baluh in calling him.

"For the soldiers please adjust for the call" said Candani.

Now there is only a family and brothers who are doing the adventure.

This group of new people roared his horse casually. Walk the way out of the forest. From one village to another. Sometimes they stop at a village and even stay for a few days. Trying to learn the life order of the people of the mainland.

The interaction of Candani and her new brothers is so slick, helping each other and protecting each other, there is no difference. Candani washes her own clothes, bathes horses, and even cooks to help Baluh Jingga.

But in their moments of rest and empty time Candani Paramita drifts away in her seed. He felt that what he was looking for would soon be obtained.

Silence unites itself with the secret silence of the universe. A silence that can lead one to encounter saints both the dead and the extant. A silence capable of piercing through the doors of heaven.