Jaka Umbara; The Wind Warrior

Heading to Suryalaya kingdom and meeting grandfather

"Nyimas, are you really close to Kakang Braga Sakti like him?" jaka asked as soon as his older brother had gone far away.

"Yes, she has been looking after me since I was a child," replied Dewi Mayasari. "in addition she also thinks of me as her sister. So it's only natural that I was so close to her."

"It's worth it that he looks familiar to you. Moreover, he has called you Adinda."

Dewi Mayasari frowned hearing Jaka's words.

"Kangmas, are you feeling jealous?"

"No!" Turned his face away and turned around. "Let's go in!" Then step into the paddle.

"Is it true you don't feel jealous? Your face doesn't seem to say that?"

"You think too much!" Stepping quickly regardless of Goddess Mayasari who is chasing her steps.

"I'm really curious? Are you really feeling jealous?"

"Easy! Don't play in the murky water! We better get some rest! Isn't the day after tomorrow we're going to the royal palace?"

"But I'm still curious! Are you really jealous or not?" god Goddess Mayasari.

Jaka did not answer. Just speed up his pace.

"Hey, tell me! Hows it? Are you jealous or not? Don't you have a rival as my brother?" god Goddess Mayasari again.

Jaka did not answer until he entered the storeroom. Dewi Mayasari continued to tease him until he got into the padepokan without even a little Jaka mengubrisnya.

Two days later..

The sun radiates its heat, accompanying the journey taken by Jaka and Dewi Mayasari to the royal palace of Suryalaya.

The second journey also passed through the village of Duchy, where his adoptive mother was buried not far from where he and his adoptive mother used to live.

Jaka and Dewi Mayasari took the time to stop by for a moment, visiting the tomb of Jaka's adoptive mother.

“Mother, I have found my other family,” said Jaka smiling happily. His hand touched the navel of his adoptive mother, as if he could touch the face of his adoptive mother at that moment. His tears welled up in his eye pelukan without feeling, little by little flowing slowly on his cheeks.

“Kangmas, I will go briefly to find wind.” Swiped Jaka's shoulder and stepped away from Jaka.

“Call me if Kangmas is done talking,” said Dewi Mayasari again.

“Mother.. I really miss you.” Her tears are dripping. He couldn't hold his stuffing from being heard.

“If only Mom were alive, of course I would feel happy as I feel right now.” Speech ceased. His hand was still rubbing the navel of his adoptive mother.

Jaka let out a long sigh, tried to hold back his sobbing, turned his face to look up at the sky, then bowed.

I don't know what made her so sad when she remembered her foster mother. It was as if he had not been able to completely let go.

"I'm going to go see Grandpa. If you meet Grandpa, Grandpa will be happy. If only that time.."

Jaka did not continue his words. Just sobbing deeper. He recalled every shadow of his memory when he was still with his adoptive mother first while closing his eyes.

He again breathed deeper. “I hope Mom is okay in nature there. Please, take care of me from there, Mom!”

Before long he stood up and approached Goddess Mayasari, then took her on a journey.

“Nyimas, let's continue our journey!”

Goddess Mayasari nodded. The two continue their journey to the royal palace of Suryalaya.

“Kangmas, is the distance to the royal palace close from here?” ask Goddess Mayasari.

“It seems so, Nyimas,” replied Jaka. “after turning in front, we should have been able to see the entrance into the royal palace.”

Finally they reached near the gate of the royal palace. After the examination and handing over something so that their request for permission to enter the royal palace was accepted, a guard immediately led them to face His Majesty King Baskara Nara Diningrat, according to Jaka's request.

The guard did not lead in too deep. He just shows which direction to go to Jaka and Dewi Mayasari.

After that the guard returned and left both.

"Kangmas, where did you get the thing you just handed over?"

"The teacher gave it to me."

"Yahujana?"

"Yes, Master said as long as we have that thing, we will be allowed to enter the royal palace."

The two walked closer to the royal palace pendopo. The pendopo of the royal palace is made of sandalwood carved into a gate with the decoration of a bird of the Rajawali bird on both sides.

Behind the pendopo there is a beautiful flower garden and blooming. The park seemed to be well-maintained, because of its orderly arrangement with neat and unsightly eyes.

On the other hand, a small lake looks beautiful with flower plants blooming on the side of the lake, looks as if luring the eyes for a moment to see its beauty.

Jaka and Dewi Mayasari walk deeper. This time the two passed another park which was also no less beautiful.

After a while of walking, the two arrived also in the main hall of the royal palace. A person they were looking for was seen waiting for the arrival of the two, accompanied by several ladies-in-waiting and a royal adviser, Patih Laya.

“You have finally come too, Jaka,” said someone who is none other than His Majesty King Baskara Nara Diningrat.

“Grandfather, I came to meet Grandpa. I already know about Grandpa from Master," Jaka said, saluting him.

"Take this respect! May Grandpa live long!”

“Wake!" ask His Majesty the King. "don't be too shy. You are my grandson. I'm also part of your family now.” Clasped Jaka's hand immediately. Jaka then rose, His Majesty then embraced Jaka for a moment, releasing his longing after a long separation with the grandson.

“You've grown big. Forgive Grandpa's stupidity! Because of selfishness and a speck of hatred within me, to the point that I could abandon you to a far off area outside the royal palace.”

“Already, Cake. It's all over. I am still grateful, at this time I can still meet Grandpa!”

“By the way, who are you here with? Is she your wife?” Looking towards Goddess Mayasari.

The face of Goddess Mayasari suddenly flushed. He then gave respect as Jaka did to His Majesty. Jaka was embarrassed to hear the words of His Majesty King Baskara Nara Diningrat just now.

“A, I came along with my college student, Kek,” said Jaka nervously.

“Who is your name, Nduk?” ask the King.

(For the record: the word "Nduk" represents one's calling to a younger person as a call of affection)

“My name is Dewi Mayasari, Sire," replied Dewi Mayasari full of respect. "i am the daughter of Raden Surya Wisesa,”

“Do not call me your Majesty! Just call Grandpa like Jaka!” pinta Sire King.

Dewi Mayasari was confused by the words of His Majesty. “Good, Ka.. Grandpa,” replied with a downcast face embarrassed.

“It looks like I've heard of it somewhere. Hm, briefly, briefly.” His Majesty thought for a moment. "where have I heard that name?" muttered His Majesty trying to find out who the owner of the name mentioned by Dewi Mayasari.