Story of Maung Kulon

For The Endowed Time

After a while Cakra Buana cried over the departure of Ling Zhi, his lover, in the end he realized as well.

Cakra Buana wake up!

He is aware of the sadness. He is conscious of the void. And he had become so fully aware that he had returned again to the mortal real world.

Someone who has gone, do not cry too much. Although that is certain, at least do not overdo it. Either way you cry for him who leaves, however you roar for him, still he will not come back.

But if you realize, he's not leaving. He is still there and will always be.

In heart.

In your heart, he or those who leave will remain and be there for as long as you remember.

And Cakra Buana is fully aware of this. He was no longer crying, rather holding back the crying. Cakra Buana stood up slowly. Give a smile to her boyfriend for the last time.

After which, he carried the binoculars for the latter as well. This was all he did for proof of how great his love was.

He walked alone while carrying Ling Zhi. The Buana chakra runs alongside the rushing rain that drains the blood. She was trying to hold back the tears as hard as she could, but unfortunately she was unable to.

Her tears still came out even though she was holding him back strongly. Those tears were fused with the speck of rain.

He continued walking towards the Tunggilis Royal Palace. The unfortunate young man deliberately did not want to use the science of lightening the body. He even deliberately lingered in his footsteps. Step by step he made it as long as possible.

For him, this was the last time he could spend time with Ling Zhi, the person he loved the most.

Seconds by second passed, the rain was increasingly pouring down the earth. Cakra Buana took off her shirt. He attached the shirt to his lover's body for fear of cold.

"You must have cooled down? I'll put my shirt on for you. You don't worry about me. As long as you are not cold, then I will feel warm, too" muttered Cakra Buana while enveloping the body that was still drenched in blood.

He walked back in slow steps. No one accompanied him. Because Cakra Buana does not want to be accompanied. He just needs to enjoy his time.

All the warriors that were with him, no one spoke. Even if they do, they only talk enough.

The war is over. Victory was won by the Kingdom of Tunggilis. The Kawasenan Kingdom was destroyed and buried with history.

But in this war, losing or winning feels the same.

The casualties on their side although not as many as the enemy, still the number could not be said to be few.

Prabu Katapangan told the others to come back soon. Let the corpses of the heroes be there for a while before he sends soldiers to bury them all.

The rain still falls. Looks like the sky is wrathful. Sang Hyang Widhi was like deliberately lowering the rain. It was as if he wanted to clean up the bloodstains on the ground due to human ambition.

A place that was crowded, now stretched. Not a single human being lived there. Not even animals exist.

There were only hundreds of thousands of dead bodies on the battlefield. All there was was was the fishy smell of blood being blown by the cold wind. Flooding occurs, but the water is red.

The blood!

The blood of all the warriors fused together in one puddle of water. As if this would be a warning to other humans that in war, there is no victory, no defeat.

Who wins falls victim to many, especially those who lose?

For them, this road may be the best way. But actually not. This path is precisely the worst path from the selfish side of man.

The other warriors had arrived at the Royal Palace shortly after sunset replaced by a silent moon. They are waiting for the arrival of Cakra Buana. Unfortunately, what was awaited never came even though it was a long wait.

All anxious, the warriors wanted to find where the prince was. But Prabu Katapangan arrested the warriors.

"Don't go. Let her spend time with him for the last time. He can take care of himself,"

People who are in sadness need only be alone. The crowd for him could only entertain for a moment. Tpi silence, can calm his soul.

The night has come. Cakra Buana has just arrived at the gate of the Royal Palace. The soldiers standing guard there were about six people. They did not greet Cakra Buana. Not a word. They only pay respect and sorrow for the death of their prince's lover.

Cakra Buana continued to walk until it finally reached the main door of the kingdom. The warriors welcomed her arrival, only that no one spoke.

"Cakra, where are you taking him?" asked Prabu Katapangan while looking at Ling Zhi's body.

"To room. I want to be with him one last time,"

"alright. Please," replied Prabu Katapangan held back his tears.

Those who have never felt this way, may find it too weak. But for those who've been in the Cakra Buana position, they'll know what it's like.

Ling Zhi was already laid in her room. Even Cakra Buana also still gave her a blanket. After that, he looked at his face that was already getting pale.

But behind the pale face, the natural beauty is still clearly visible. There was even a visible smile.

"Love, sleep. I will take care of you" whispered Cakra Buana.

As he was daydreaming, suddenly the door to his room was knocked on by people.

"Who?" ask Cakra Buana with a raucous hoarse voice.

"It's uncle. Dinner is available, let's eat together to celebrate the victory,"

"Ah sorry, I mean with uncle to make it more delicious," said Prabu Katapangan hastily recite his words.

"Later. Please eat first,"

"Cakras. You don't make uncle sad. Come eat," persuaded Prabu Katapangan.

Although in his heart he did not want to leave, and still felt sadness, but he was still conscious and respectful to his uncle. So in the end, Cakra Buana also came out of the room with lethargic steps.

"alright. Let's uncle," he said as he forced himself to smile.

Dozens of warriors had already gathered in the dining room. Luxury and special dishes are available. But no one dared to laugh. They were afraid of hurting their prince.

Eventually, they started eating. Although this meal looks good, but for Cakra Buana it tastes bitter. More bitter than anything.

Those people though did not lose a lover or so like Cakra Buana, but they could understand because of the family rope. After all, the Cakra Buana they already considered their own family, not just as princes.

After he finished eating, the poor young man immediately returned to the room without saying a word.

A warrior, no matter how tall his knowledge, but they would not be able to withstand the grief in his heart. They could not endure the pain in his heart. Because there is no science that can treat and protect the liver.

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Note: if in this story a lot of talk it or part of some readers called long-winded, sorry yes. This is a wuxia story, or if it used to be called a silat story (certil). The story tells of real life.

All rational. As for the words that are excessive, it is just a complementary 'seasoning' so that it can be more washed away in it.

Moreover, like there is a word of wisdom, want to say so wise or what is free of your perception. But must remember, that the writer of old times, always pin the word meaning for life without any intention to patronize anyone.

And I try to follow in the footsteps of the teachers even though I can't be like them.

For new readers, the effect may be extravagant words or whatever, free. But for those who have read the stories of ancient writers, such as KPH, Khu Lung, Jin Yong, SH Mintardja, etc will definitely know the meaning.

Okay gangs, hopefully can understand what the author says yes.