Story of Maung Kulon

Mourning Day

The night had stopped the morning. Cakra Buana overnight accompanied Ling Zhi without falling asleep for a single moment. As soon as the morning approached, he did not feel asleep. His head fell asleep right next to the body's head that had been stretched stiff.

Last night, the moon did not reveal itself. And today too, the sun is not visible on the horizon. The sky looks cloudy.

The Cakra Buana.

Not long ago, the door of the room was knocked on by another person.

"Cakra, are you awake?" a voice sounded from outside the room.

Even though Cakra Buana is still in sorrow. Although he still feels bitter, but not as bad as yesterday. He looks strong now. More precisely strengthen.

"It's uncle" replied Cakra Buana because the one who called him was indeed Prabu Katapangan.

"Can uncle come in?"

"Please,"

Before long, a dashing and still handsome old man walked slowly into the room.

A room full of sadness.

The king took a chair there. Then he sat right beside Cakra Buana who was still loyal to be beside Ling Zhi.

"Cakra, it's time. The heroes who die on the battlefield will soon be buried" said Prabu Katapangan.

His words stopped there. He didn't finish it. But even so, Cakra Buana already understood what this uncle meant.

"alright. Let's go out" he said, trying to smile even if it was hard.

Prabu Katapangan nodded. He came out first followed by Cakra Buana who was carrying Ling Zhi.

The already rigid body is left to someone to be tidied up first. While Cakra Buana and uncle directly out the Palace.

It turns out to be true. In a vast courtyard, hundreds of people had already gathered there. They will pay their last respects to their kinsmen who have fallen on the battlefield in defense of the truth.

Before long, Ling Zhi's body had been brought out by several people. The bodies of the warriors are provided a special place. As for the soldiers, it would be buried in several large holes.

The funeral began. Hundreds of soldiers were assigned in this. The other warriors watched this along with sadness. Cakra Buana is no exception.

The burial of hundreds of thousands of soldiers was completed in the late afternoon. This burial spent a lot of time because the death toll was not small.

The soldiers of Tunggilis Kingdom were divided into two. One buried the bodies of the Kawasenan Kingdom including the king himself in an empty place there. The rest are buried here.

It turned out that yesterday Prabu Katapangan directly sent the remaining soldiers to immediately clean up the bodies. The bodies of the enemy and the bodies of his own men are separated.

Even though they were enemies, still this wise king treated him equally. Because a body is just a body. Raga is just raga. His body is innocent. The guilty one is the man.

Now has arrived the burial of the warriors who were very meritorious in the war yesterday for the Kingdom of Tunggilis. No less than a hundred top-class warriors were killed. They were buried in their own holes.

All their friends, relatives, and families witnessed this burial with tears. Some remember memories when practicing together, wandering together, and so forth. All those memories filled the minds of each person.

And the last one buried was the body of a very special woman. A beautiful woman like an angel.

His last burial was his burial. Cakra Buana is walking forward. She wanted to see that beautiful face for the last time.

Only this time. And last time.

That beautiful face, clear eyes and pliable lashes. A smooth body as smooth as silk. White as snow. Now all that beauty and perfection can no longer be enjoyed by Cakra Buana.

For now, the body has returned to its origin.

As beautiful as any face, as good as a person. If he's dead, still don't bring anything. What he is proud of will not be brought again.

The brothers will not accompany them anymore. They're alone. All pride, just take it off when death comes.

Cakra Buana looked at him intently. I don't feel her tears coming back. Her lips twitched watching her lover being buried.

"Good way my lover. All the promises I have made, I will prove them. I'll find those who killed you. I will also look for those who have killed all my brothers" he said with great sadness.

The Buana chakra is human. Ordinary man. No matter how strong a man is, he must have cried in his life.

This scene, may be a sight that anyone does not want to get his turn. The most horrible sight. The most feared moments in life.

It is parting ways with someone we love and care about very much. And Cakra Buana is going through this. How could she not cry?

Time went on, and the burial was over. Many people have returned to their homes. Everyone's thoughts were currently being filled with all sorts of memories.

Only memories remain. There's nothing else.

This day, the Kingdom of Tunggulis was in a state of mourning. Divorce tears of sadness came out from those concerned. Cakra Buana is no exception.

Currently, dozens of warriors had gathered in a rather large special room. They are gathering together. But not to discuss how the future related to power.

Instead of discussing other things related to the world of shortness or so on. Today is the saddest day for the Kingdom of Tunggilis. So, how could they possibly be able to talk about political matters in a grieving situation like now?

But at that moment, Cakra Buana chose to secede. He even left without saying goodbye. No one asked where he was going. Because everyone understands how Cakra Buana feels right now.

The unfortunate young man walked alone to the back of the Tunggilis Kingdom. He intends to go to the hill that once had a good memory with his lover.

He's sitting on the edge of the cliff. His eyes looked far ahead. His face was slightly bright, but it still described deep sadness.

All the fond memories of being with Ling Zhi one by one began to pass in his mind. He suddenly remembered everything. Start with a brief and unintentional introduction. To the end of his life.

Cakra Buana is no longer crying. But his heart was screaming very hard. If words could be heard, perhaps his screams would be heard all the way there.

"Back, don't be sad anymore. Didn't you promise to live a good life? If you love me, smile. If you smile, here I am very happy," a familiar voice Cakra Buana suddenly sounded in his ear.

That sound is very small. But to him it was very clear.

Ling Zhi's Voice.

Either a feeling or it is real. Cakra Buana himself does not know. But clearly, the voice really felt real.

"good. I promise, I will live my life well" he said, smiling bitterly.