SHAVETUH MANTU
Guide and Friends
Pandu Mahendra sat down in a daze and hunted breath after a few minutes ago out of an invisible dimension that led him to a supernatural entity more sinister than his inner eye sight in the real world.
Pandu Mahendra, a young man who had inherited the hereditary privileges of his ancestors gazed at the pine forest with a sense of unease, half awed by the events that shook his heart before he scavenged the bushes, looking for his father who demanded him out of the civilization that almost took his life by following his distinctive aroma. The smell of sandalwood and night-smelling flowers.
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In the heart of Yogyakarta. Before the tragic situation befell Pandu Mahendra and splash the sadness more concentrated in the house that has the architecture of an old house in Indian style. Night flowers and setaman flowers never escape as the hand of a young man when visiting the tomb of his father after the event of Puluh Dino the death of Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep is over.
It has been 40 days that the father's departure has taken away all his happiness. But when the two floral scents that must be in his house every day mingle in the air and inhaled by it. Plunged Pandu's body onto the tombstone of the father located in the family's private garden. A single tear appeared, his soul still shaken by the circumstances that changed everything he never wanted
“That's a big cry, your crybaby, Ndu!” Laras, a native ghost who was white to join in memory of his best friend's father was kicking the lower back of Pandu.
“Build you! Come get me apem and satay in your house.”
Pandu did not cry anymore, he wiped his tears and looked at the deathly Baras who was ten years old.
“Nangis is common, no need to ngece me crybaby! Do not remember you when crying for help me because of disturbed Kunti guava tree?”
Laras snorted then his gaze turned to the gravestone of someone he feared. “Your father is still here!”
“Hush!” Pandu barely tackled the boy if Laras didn't fly fast. “Do not talk about you!”
The barrel hiding behind the sapodilla tree giggled, his voice was loud even though the voice was only Pandu and people who had hereditary privileges heard it.
“I'm kidding, Ndu. Get the apem and satay. I'm hungry!”
Pandu hugged his father's headstone again without listening to the ridicule of his magical friend. Since childhood Laras had accompanied him wandering in the house to make it strange, at his age who had stepped on the university bench he was getting strange because the supernatural guard of the father became his guardian.
Ki Pawiro who chewed betel nut spat on the ground. “Before your father, Le. Let him calm down. There are we who faithfully accompany you.”
Pandu grunted again. An invisible person is like a lie. It looks crowded to him, but quiet to others who see it. Equally to look ngenes especially those that accompany various shapes and looks with a whole that makes it more complicated.
“I just miss, just tell me like this.”
“It's up to you wes, but your mother will be even sadder if you keep like that. Go for a walk or a ascetic so that you are calm and your sorrow is not visible to your mother. Kasian your mother.” advises Ki Pawiro who has moved to the Pandu side with a quick movement.
“What?” Pandu straighten the body, then crushed.
“What you used to do often is to seek inner calm. You can try that.” Ki Pawiro pressed both shoulders to transfer courage and fortitude to Pandu.
“Your father let us go for you so that someone takes care of you, but your father never said. Cakra—the energy centers in the human body—that are in your body are the same as it seems, you are a strong boy. Tackle your grief with keikhlasan.”
Instead of feeling calm, Pandu actually cried back. Ki Pawiro is the legacy of his father who is most patient and loving, unlike Ki Kusumo, he is fierce, and an angry handyman. But fortunately Ki Kusumo was not home, either as old as it was staying where it is now because Pandu was lucky enough he did not get angry after crying.
Pandu took a breath while going inside the house. He took apem and satay. “Ras, Barrel. Here.”
The boy who could only wander outside the house casually broke through ornamental plants and tasted the legendary apem that from year to year since his death during the Dutch East Indies and Japan war did not change.
Baras immediately smiled and pranced. “Nak, Ndu. Similar made by my mother.”
Pandu rubbed his face while nodding. Having an inner eye that can atone for the various metaphysical conditions beyond the human mind makes him tired but makes his life more grateful when the circumstances of the past are more gripping than the present time.
“I want to go to all research sites relics of the singosari and Majapahit kingdoms in east Java. You take care of my mother from Om.” said Pandu after being stunned.
Laras stopped his eating even though the food at the table was still intact.
“Mbok I'm coming, it's been a hundred years I've been here continuously. I want to take a walk.”
“Danger.” Pandu shook his head, “That's not a children's playground! You will be brought by a dragon.”
“I promise not to be naughty, I obey you. Ki Pawiro also come anyway, he will take care of me.” persuaded Laras, because he can not go anywhere if not attached to someone.
Pandu stared at Genta, a handsome ghost loved by the horde of Mbak Kunti, his best friend from another dimension who haunts him for being poisoned. The bell stood under the gutter, staring at Pandu.
What was?
I can't take it, Laras. You asked Nyai Dasima to hold him.
The clapper looks to catch its breath. Nyai Dasima dear to the boy, must be allowed as long as Laras happy and guarded. Nyai must ask Ki Pawiro to take care!
Haah, ribet. You guys have come along! Take care of this boy!
Laras looked at the inner dispute of Pandu and Genta who glared at each other.
“You must think of me? I don't have to come. You guys must keep thinking I'm a kid!” The barrel sulks by folding its entire face then running through ornamental plants and hiding inside a large barrel.
Pandu sighed and exhaled his breath. Already like his own sister despite being older than the Laras, he approached a large barrel that became a planting ornament. He looked up into a barrel filled with puddles.
“You can come but there are conditions. So quiet and shrivelled Genta. Know?”
The grin on Laras' lips expands and then nods enthusiastically. “Later I ask sangu Nyai Dasima. Sangu dongo.”
“Tersubscribe.” Pandu rolled his eyes as he entered his house, preparing the mountaineering tools he took from his brother's room secretly.
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