SAKYA PARAKA: THE LIBERATOR
Vaidya Shrie's
The rooster's crow awakens some of the residents of the shelter hall, except Sakya and Shrie who did not sleep all night for studying magic.
As tri praboditha, Shrie's memory and thinking power increased three times faster, she could remember anything with just one speech. Coupled with his high interest in witchcraft, Shrie was able to mention the anatomy of the human body and the functions of each organ contained in it overnight.
This morning they arrived at Lokapatti square. Shrie will try to analyze the damage to a particular organ based on its symptoms. After that Shrie will apply the use of prana quickly and appropriately to repair damaged body parts.
With the help and support of the food vendor's father, Sakya and Shrie open a medicine table in the town square. Sakya drew the heart symbol as the vaidya symbol in front of the wooden table.
Shrie sits on the bench behind the desk while Sakya stands watching Shrie. They seemed to be silent but in fact they were talking telepathically.
People pass their tables, some are curious but afraid to get close and some even sneer. Being a vaidya in the Pangea continent at a young age like Shrie, if because it is not a miracle then it is certain that he is a fraud. Everyone knows that it is very difficult to be a vaidya, because it requires a long experience in treating a disease.
In the end, Shrie and Sakya's patience paid off.
Vati is a resident of Lokapatti. He's about 30 years old. For three days, his stomach hurt. When he saw the Vaidya symbol table in the square he ventured to come to him.
Vati had no other choice because he could not afford the services of Vaidya Aida, he only hoped that the healer in this square had the skills that could cure him.
"Son, I hear you're a vaidya? Can you cure me?" ask Vati to Shrie
"Yes Mom, I'm Shrie. Are you sick? What do you feel?" ask Shrie. He got up from his chair.
"My stomach hurts, my heartburn, my nausea my appetite decreases, son." Vati showed me the sick part of her stomach. "Can you help me? I have nothing, this is all I can give." He put a basket of groceries on Shrie's table.
Shrie just nodded. She doesn't actually want to accept the gift, but Sakya forces her to accept it. Believing in her brother's intentions, Shrie finally smiled at Vati.
Shrie sat back in the chair and Vati told her to sit across from him. Holding Vati's hand, Shrie prayed in a singing tone.
“Oh ... Ecadeva,
god of all gods
The ruler of all living beings
Who rules life and death
Listen to the request wholeheartedly
Oh ... Ecadeva
Give me strength
Extend life
A servant of Thy frailty”
While singing, Shrie channels a healing prana on Vati's stomach.
In fact Shrie did not have to sing prayers to Ekadeva, Shrie did not even know a god named Ekadeva. Singing a prayer to Ekadeva is Sakya's condition to Shrie if he wants to heal someone.
Vati left with a grateful face and bowed a few times thanking Shrie.
The residents of the Lokapatti square began to crowd at Shrie's desk. They saw how Shrie healed Vati. Then one by one began to sit on the chair in front of Shrie.
Their complaints vary. There were toothaches, chest pains, headaches, wounds that never dried up, all healed by Shrie. Shrie's treatment table is getting fuller, not just by the sick population but by the rest of the population who just want to witness Shrie's miracle of healing magic.
At the behest of her brother Sakya, Shrie even gives the effect of the blowing wind that comes out when Shrie sings her prayers. The wind blew in all directions until it moved the crowd's hair. To the audience, Shrie's magic power was very real because they could feel it.
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In an open pendopo that is quite wide in the city of Lokapatti. A young man with shoulder-length hair sat on a tiger-carved chair. His clothes made of leather look luxurious decorated pin which is also in the form of a tiger face attached to his left chest.
Behind him stood six guards lined up neatly complete with shields and spears. In the middle of the guards sat on the chair of a beautiful yellow-skinned lady Langsat. The golden flower-shaped decoration tucked in her earlobe decorated her long black hair waist.
In front of the tiger-pinned man sat an old grandfather and next to him a small child lying helplessly.
"Bratha Daurjana ... Please save my grandson. He's my only family." The Grandpa pleaded while hugging the leg named Daurjana.
"What's the deal with me? You said he was one, but you cherish his life with just a basket of trash like this?" daurjana answered while throwing a basket containing vegetables and fruits.
"Take him away!" daurjana's word to the bodyguards while releasing his legs from Grandpa's arms.
Two guards took Grandpa with them, while one carried the lying child.
"Bratha Daurjana, please let me help the boy!" The woman sitting on the chair suddenly spoke up and stood up. His face was clear when he saw Daurjana.
"Save my grandson, Vaidya Aida! Please." The grandfather shouted as he was led out by two guards
"Help ... Aida, what do you care? He did not care about his grandson's life. His grandson's life was worth only vegetables. Take him out!” answer Daurjana rebuking in Grandpa.
"Aida, if you want to continue helping people without giving me any benefit, I'll make sure you get out of this Lokapatti. So shut up and sit down!" daurjana continued, rebuking Aida while pointing at her face.
Aida immediately sat down, her eyes looking teary and her face instantly pale. It is seen that he was afraid when he had to get out of the city of Lokapatti.
After the commotion was over a new guard from outside arrived to enter the pendopo.
"Hamba wants to report to Bratha Daurjana!" The guard placed both of his palms on his chest.
"Speak!"
"There is news that in the town square there is a Vaidya ... She's a newly arrived refugee girl."
"Hmmm ... Is this news true?" ask Daurjana.
"According to the witness who told the servant, the Vaidya had already healed several people. She really swore by the goddess Daru" replied the guard.
"Interesting ... Ha ha ha ha's. Let's go over there!" titah Daurjana then rushed out the pendopo.
