Jaka Umbara; The Wind Warrior

An unexpected farewell

 

Ledonggowo threw his slap at Jaka's mother. Strenuous. So rude. But for Jaka's mother that is one way that he must do in order to maintain his honor and self-respect.

Ledonggowo is getting angry. The anger can't be contained anymore. “Basic women don't know themselves! How dare you spit on my face! I've been merciful to you, but you're acting up.” Ledonggowo's murmur is full of anger. His hand gripped Jaka's mother's face violently. “You are ready to face your death.”

“Try me if you dare!” challenge Jaka's mother. “Better I die than to obey your orders.”

“Basic women don't know in profit! You've made me hold back my anger enough. I'll grant your wish if you want to die. Kill her!" shouted Ledonggowo.

A sword quickly stuck in Jaka's mother's stomach. Fresh blood soaked his clothes. The sword stuck in his stomach.

Jaka, I'm sorry! His heart is so sad. Not because he will die or he will part with Jaka, but sad because before he left he could not give a decent life to Jaka.

Jack!.. His body fell down as if the sky was falling on him. His sight began to blur. With his breath, he just wants to see the only person he loves most, Jaka.

Ledonggowo and his men immediately left him. It was a sadness that he could not change.

Mama!! A familiar voice can be heard clearly. His figure was hunting towards him along with the thousand fears he had. The face he always wanted to see. The person he is more important than himself. How unfair life is to him. But fate has asked for it. There is no other way but to accept it.

His mind glared through the thickets of the clouds in the sky. Both of his eyes were heavy to look at. At first glance the figure of two people he respected was standing at the opposite end, as if it had been waiting for his arrival for a long time.

"Master, Princess, I'm sorry! Can't give her a good life. Can't keep it with this body." He said softly. The figure on the other side only smiled as he reached out his hand. He was smiling. “Now maybe I'm ready to catch up with you guys to heaven.”

“Jaka..” The warmth of loving hands caressed Jaka's face. “you do not grieve! Remember Mom's message. You have to be a tough kid. You should be able to appreciate yourself before anyone else appreciates you.”

“I can't, Mom. I still want to live with Mom. I. I don't want Mom to leave yet. I have to wait for you to see me grow up. Me. i..” Jakas was running out of words. He did not know what he wanted to say in his tears.

“Mother knows. You're a tough kid. You can live your life even though Mom's not next to you anymore.”

“Mother don't talk like that. I'm sure Mom can still live.”

Jaka's mother smiled. A smile that he could show Jaka for the last time before he actually left. “You must take care of yourself. Eat a lot. You have to grow up.”

“No!! Mom can't go.” The crying broke again.

“Mother doesn't want to either, but it's time for Mom to go. Sorry I couldn't see you grow up.”

Along with that Jaka's mother left for good. Leaving Jaka in a daze of grief.

“No.. Mama! Mom!.” Jaka blaring. His crying was louder than before. He wanted to curse himself who could not save his mother. The passion for life seems to disappear suddenly. The wind that blows to be a silent witness Jaka accompanied the departure of his mother.

Complete already the suffering of Jaka Umbara. No parents accompanied him when he was born. He was an orphan before he even felt his childhood. The man who should have been his guardian instead drove him to a place far from the royal palace. His adoptive mother who had helped deliver and raise him was killed in front of his own eyes by a group of people on the orders of Raden Galuh Banaspati who was none other than his own uncle.