Shivaratri: Destroy the Darkness

Karanglengki Village

The night slowly unfolds the Light. The sound of the early morning bird squeaks. Wake up Ganendra who fell asleep last night on the edge of the forest. Loose grass and lean on the trees. Ganendra's eyes blinked slowly. Adjusting the scenery around it. A loud voice coming from his stomach sounded earthy. Inevitably Ganendra moved and stood up. Slowly walk while holding his hands that are still not healed.

Tracing the forest and walking somewhere. He saw from a distance a puff of smoke soaring high in space.

"Maybe there is a village" muttered Ganendra as he walked and half-dragged his wounded leg.

After a while of walking. She faintly heard the sound of crying alternately. The longer it sounds louder. Ganendra had entered a village. In front of him he saw an archway made from a pile of beautifully arranged stones.

"This kind of archway was once shown by a mother through a picture. Similar to the era of the kingdom in antiquity before Indonesia became the country it is today." murmured alone.

*village gate

Ganendra walked limped into the village gate. Some villagers were seen sitting while crying over the mass covered with cloth. Not far from there, adoration fumes were seen billowing through the air. Some elders are offering praise to the Supreme Deity. Then burn the bodies of not one but several bodies. Cries broke out everywhere.

While stumbling Ganendra observed all the villagers who seemed to be stricken with sadness. Until no one noticed his arrival.

"What's with the villagers here?" ask him to yourself.

But because he was hungry and thirsty his brain could not think. Ganendra squinted his eyes while looking around. There's a pitcher in front of someone's yard. He hurried to take it and drink it until he was not left. At least enough to wet the esophagus and lie to his stomach.

Without Ganendra noticing someone patting his shoulder slowly. He looked around and looked for the person who patted his shoulder. Right before him, a young man with a lush body and wearing a headband looked at him with a suspicious look.

"Are you a thief?" ask the young man.

Ganendra could only grin the horse while scratching his non-itchy head.

"I'm not a thief. I happened to pass by in this village and feel thirsty. So I drank the water that was in this jug."

The fat-bodied young man before him was still looking at him suspiciously. Looking at some of the wounds that were on Ganendra's body.

"Who are you really? I've never seen you in this village?" he asked with suspicion.

"Ah, introduce my name Ganendra. I'm not from this village."

"Then the wound on your body?" asked the fat man while pointing at the wound on Ganendra's hand.

"This wound I got when I was in the Ditya's lair."

"What???!!!" pekik the fat-bodied youth.

Instantly a few pairs of eyes looked towards them. The young man immediately closed his mouth. He should not shout in the midst of the grief of the villagers.

"My name is Balin, come with me. We'll talk somewhere else." take Balin and grab Ganendra's arm. Towards a rather quiet place.

"You really are from the Ditya's lair? How did you get away?" ask Balin astonishment. He observed Ganendra's appearance from head to toe.

"Dha!!! I knew! Are you a Knight of Saka?" ask Balin again.

"Don't talk about the Saka Knights. It irritated me." replied Ganendra considering that he was having a lot of trouble as well as being related to the Saka Knights.

"Then... How did you escape Ditya's lair?" asked Balin curiously.

"Someone helped me. But that's not important for now. Why is this village so strange? A lot of people gathered and cried?" ask Ganendra.

Balin then showed a face full of sadness. A second later he sighed slowly. It was as if something made him feel heavy.

"This village is called Karanglengki Village. A few weeks ago this village was attacked by the Ditya. The Ditya leader who participated in the attack made some of the villagers affected by malignant smallpox. Until it killed Buyut Prabawa."

"Those who have malignant smallpox. It won't last for three days. After three days they'll die."

Ganendra listened carefully. Staring at Balin who shed tears.

"Knight Saka from Karanglengki Village many victims. Even my parents, too." His cries broke when remembering his parents were also victims.

"Kisanak, help me find a cure for the villagers. I really can't see people suffering like this." he asked, accompanied by tears.

Ganendra only sighed deeply.

"I can't help you. I'm busy looking for Tirta Amerta."

Balin kept pleading with Ganendra. But Ganendra did not budge. He also wanted to quickly get the reward and get out of this sinister world. His life is often at the tip of the horn. How to help others.

"I'm pampering. There's nothing I can do here. Besides my name is Ganendra, don't call me what was a kisanak?"

Balin took Ganendra.

"Alright I won't call you a child. But help us find the cure. I promise I'll help you with whatever it is." persuaded Balin to weld.

Ganendra looked at Balin, "where might you help find Tirta Amerta. Only the Knight Saka knows where it is."

Ganendra's footsteps began to swing until Balin's voice sounded.

"Dha!!! I know a lot of Saka Knights. I promise to introduce you to them. They must have known of Tirta Amerta."

Heard the words of Balin. Ganendra stopped his steps. Faintly a smile bloomed on Ganendra's face. Then he turned to Balin. Embrace the fat man who was begging her.

"My friend, why didn't you say that earlier? this way I'll be happy to help you." said Ganendra cheerfully.

Balin looked at Ganendra in disbelief.

"really??"

Ganendra nodded with confidence. Balin hugged him tightly. Ganendra pleaded for release.

"Don't embarrass me like this. Release!" ganendra pinta.

Balin was very happy. Then slowly release his embrace.

Fiuuuh it feels like squashed elephant sitting. complained Ganendra in the heart.

Not long after that Balin took Ganendra around the village. Showing the mood there. Some of the Knights of Saka who were hit by the ferocious smallpox outbreak were lying helpless. Feeling the pain in his body. Ganendra looked all over their bodies with small spots. If the small spots grow for a long time will explode and out of the water with pus. Then it travels throughout the body.

If you do not get the right treatment. Within three days, they were confirmed to have only a name. It doesn't feel like the morning is changing. The night came so fast. The villagers of Karanglengki lit torches that were hung in several places.

The smoke of worship is still billowing. The smell of the burning corpse accompanied Ganendra that night. Accompanied by cries of sadness alternately from the villagers of Karanglengki Village. Faintly heard a sorrow-pitched canticle.

Nalikane mripat iki wis

Nana sing can be happy

Kajaba kelak kang luhur

Kang at the event of Hyang Widhi

Aja ngibadah kang awon