Karuhuns

Section 37: Ayi Curtain

“Today is Tuesday in 1862, this is the day that the invading soldiers had fun with the foolish women of the land of Kitanajoa, the, this island is separated from the island of the Capital but the natives of this land are the descendants of pasundan, the, the ancestors of this land are native to the land of pasundan who dare to open forests in this land to be used as a place to live.”

“I mean Ayi, the land inhabitants of Kitanajoa at that time were the original descendants of pasundan? Or people call us Sundanese descendants?” I asked, we are still sitting on the balcony of the 3rd floor of this inn.

“Betul Ayi Mahogra, we are the natives of this land, my husband and I who are Kharims Jagat are the leaders of this land because our ancestors were land openers.”

“What happened to you and your husband?” I knew there was something he wanted to convey so he met me in a different dimension, I was not nervous anymore about facing this kind of problem.

“Previously introduce my name is Nusia Mulya, people call me Ayi Nusia because I am Ayi Tirung, Ayi who was born to wait for your birth.”

I close my hand and put it on my forehead as a tribute to Ayi Tirung, she replied with the same attitude.

“I and my husband withstood our customary and religious beliefs, I do not want to accept the invading soldiers into the Land of Kitanajoa, the land passed down to us the posterity of the land of pasundan, but it turns out they were smarter than we thought, they approached women who were glared for money and gold, they gave her false love, flowers and false promises, he said, the women end up being the killers of their husbands on the grounds that their love is more precious than that of their husband and child.” Ayi Nusia paused for a moment she held back her anger at the glance her eyes turned red, then she continued her story.

“After the women managed to kill the husband even some of them washed the ball for not having the heart to kill, my husband and I tried to save the ones we were able to save, but the number of followers of the invading army is more than us, we are firm on customs and religion.”

“You lost?” I clasped his hand.

“We lost, my husband who held 20 troops and I 55 troops, lost by the women who fooled the seduction. The number of women in the world treasury was very large, each of them held one or two sackuhun, we were outnumbered. First they finished off my husband by poisoning him, we were even betrayed by our slaves, we were even betrayed by our slaves, I fought alone with my confidants, I fought for weeks until we were driven back and forced to flee to the mountain of Grain-Butir, there we made a supernatural fence and made anyone lost every time it would go up, including an army of stupid women who had been lulled into the false love seduction of the invading soldiers.”

“Then what happened after Ayi?” I asked back.

“We survived for several years, then I heard that the invading army troops launched what was their main goal, making this country the main source of income for the invaders, he said, they applied a forced planting system to this land, which is what they were after from the beginning, the fertile soil of Kitanajoa.”

“In 1862, the year that one of the invaders dominated this forced planting system, apparently not only the land of the Capital, but the land of Kitanajoa which was thousands of meters from the Capital became their target.” I was furious, because at that time the forced planting system was very painful for the people of this country.

“Many of the women were aware that they were deceived and tortured for having to become slaves from their own land, for already not having a husband they had killed, so they must be peasants to sustain their lives and hand over their crops to the rotten soldiers, while they are paid at will regardless of the fair price. The women realized they were being framed, many of whom ended up killing themselves for regretting killing their husbands and children. However, their regrets are too late, they live only from the farm relics of the husband they betrayed and underpaid by the men who he said loved them with a fake.”

“At least those women got their payback, then what happened to you in the Grain-Grain mountain?” I asked.

“We were able to survive many years later, but it is undeniable that I was alone without my soul mate Charisma, I was limping, even my previously loyal followers one by one began to waver from hunger.”

“I can't imagine what they did to you.” I shut my mouth.

“His supernatural fence broke down, me and 2 of my sons were caught. My whole karuhunku was killed. Then I was put in jail, my two boys were the same, we were all imprisoned, but with God's permission 2 my boys asked me for the curse of sickness, as Ayi Tirung I can curse my own son, I beg God.” Ayi Nusia was crying very painfully.

“You cursed them?”

“I curse them with a contagious disease, their whole body is filled with festering scabs, they sincerely accept the curse, because only the curse is the only way to defeat the invading army.”

“Is it that bad to carry out the task as Ayi? Until you have to sacrifice your children?”

“Sacrifice is the essence of Ayi.”

“Continue.” I'm saying.

“My son's disease infects a lot of soldiers, then other soldiers infect everyone they meet, not long after, they fall, many people are scattered here, while I, the, I was beheaded by them in front of my people, without any of them defending me.”

I saw Ayi Nusia's neck, it deserves a red mark there.

“They thought they had killed me and my son, and cut off the line of the Charisma Jagat in this land of Kitanajoa, there is one thing they do not know and I will tell you.” Ayi Tirung who now holds my hand.

“Say I will take care of it with my life.” I said with complete confidence.

“What?” I'm shocked.

“There is no historical record of my daughter, because my husband and I agreed to hide her birth, when I was captured in the forest, I had already hidden it away along with the karuhun who chose her from birth.”

“So there are still your descendants directly Ayi?”

“Betul, now my daughter is gone but she has grandchildren, who live in Grain Mountain, the Gharib fence has been perfected by my grandchildren, she said, so that no one can climb to the top because there, you will find the village of charismatic warriors of the universe Nusia mulya. Make them your allies, invite them to fight with you, I came today specially to tell you how to climb to that mountain and reach its peak.”

“So the person I'm looking for is your descendant?”

“Not people, but people, they will fulfill your orders because they are indeed prepared to fight with you. That's why we hid our daughter, because her grandchildren will be your troops against your enemies later.”

“Ayi thank you.”

“But earlier will Ayi Mahogra help this old granny?”

“Say? I'll help you, whatever you need.” I answered.

“The land of Kitanajoa became arid because they beheaded me, the blood from my body made this land become arid, so the invading army finally surrendered and left Kitanajoa, Kitanajoa, help us and the remaining residents to survive in this land, I want this land to stay awake as a descendant village of Pasundan.”

“How to?” I asked.

“Drop your blood where they cut off my head, if my blood is a disease for this land, then your blood is the cure.” Ayi Nusia smiled.

“I will do it and make sure the soil in Kitanajoa becomes fertile again.”

“This.” Ayi Tirung gave her rose konde stitch to me. “Use this as the key to get into the warrior land at the top of the Grain-Grain mountain. Give my regards to my grandchildren there after you get to.”

“I received it and .... “

“Seira.” Pram patted my shoulder.

It turned out that I had returned before the painting of Ayi Nusia Mulya, Ayi Tirung Tanah Kitanajoa.

“You're back?” Pram asked, as if he knew that I had just left my body.

“Yes, I met him.” I pointed to the painting of Ayi Nusia, at this time the painting has changed, there is no more decoration of the rose konde skewer there, because the konde skewer has been given to me.

“Pram already got room?” I asked.

“Already, why?”

“We must rest because tomorrow morning-very morning must do something heavy.”

I smiled, while Pram was confused. He could not see what I had passed with Ayi Nuria in 1862.

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Author's Note :

A woman and loyalty are one unit. Then if you are unfaithful you are not a noble woman, a woman is able to be faithful without love, selflessly and sincerely, she said, because the woman holds the loyalty in her hand as a glory that is never released until the end of life.