Story of Maung Kulon

Injured for the Third Time

"You're Cakra Buana?" ask the woman.

"You ..., Irma Sulastri?" ask Cakra Buana.

"really. It's me, I didn't think I'd see you" she said with excitement.

"I thought you'd forgotten me" Cakra Buana said calmly.

"Nope-no. I haven't forgotten you at all,"

"Thank God. What about your teacher?"

"Teacher is fine. I even did teacher duties. But it failed" said Irma Sulastri in a sad tone.

Cakra Buana would like to ask further. But it feels like it is disrespectful. So to divert the conversation, then he immediately gave the powder from behind his shirt pocket.

The powder is a wound medicine.

"Thank you" said Irma Sulastri and immediately treated her wound.

After he finished, he walked over and went back to treating the young man's wounds. Because the wound was worse, the young man was now in a fainting state.

"Who is he?" ask Cakra Buana.

Inwardly, he felt very happy to meet this girl again. He used to look for himself. Unfortunately, he did not find it. In the past when they met with four martial world grandfathers, they did not have time to talk even a word.

Moreover, at that time Irma Sulastri looked very different and became quiet. Unexpectedly when he met again, it turned out that the girl had returned to her former nature.

Getting such a question, Irma Sulastri looked confused to answer it. But if not answered, Cakra Buana will actually feel offended.

However, these two young people had met and felt something else in their first meeting. So when getting such questions, it is enough to make Irma Sulastri confused.

"He, he's my husband" he replied, bowing his head.

Instantly the body of Cakra Buana directly sculpted. He felt a lightning bolt right through his heart. He felt that he had flown high because he had met the figure he had been looking for all this time in hopes of a new life.

Unexpectedly, he immediately fell into a bottomless abyss. But anyway, Cakra Buana was trying to strengthen himself.

"Oh, are you married? Congratulations" he said, trying to smile.

His smile sounded sincere. But behind that smile, there was a feeling that was hard to describe. For the third time, Cakra Buana is injured by love.

A while ago, he loved someone. But he left because he was betrothed by his teacher. Not long ago, she was left far away by her lover of heart as well. And now, Cakra Buana felt the same way.

The girl he was looking for is now married. Already got a new life. Already got a new life partner.

"Sorry. I think you've forgotten me" Irma said in a soft voice. Her tears immediately flowed down her cheeks.

"That's it. Maybe we are destined not to be together" Cakra Buana said.

Irma Sulastri said no more. Because he himself was confused to answer what. No sound, nothing. There is only sadness and crying.

"In a few moments your wounds will dry up. Sorry I can't stay with you any longer. There are still matters assigned by my teacher" said Cakra Buana.

"alright. Thanks brother. I hope you've always been protected by Sang Hyang Widhi,"

"Thank you. May you always be happy" said Cakra Buana.

Before long, he immediately left that place. Inevitably, his heart ached back like it was pierced by thousands of needles. The most painful thing is the hurt of love. These wounds were invisible and did not even cause blood.

But this wound is so painful. Even to death, maybe the wound is not lost.

How many people in the world are hurt by love?

Cakra Buana uses the science of lightening the body as fast as he can. I don't know where the goal is. Even he himself did not know what to do. The task he had just said was just an excuse.

Long enough Cakra Buana ran aimlessly so he finally decided to find a village and a shop.

By noon, he had reached a village again. Before long, a shop was seen in front. Cakra Buana get there.

Not to eat, but to drink wine.

He entered the store and ordered wine immediately. The shop looks pretty crowded. There were a few people there, and most of them who came were people of the martial world. Seen from the appearance of those who bear a variety of weapons.

He chose to sit in a corner of the room. Not long ago the wine came. He drank it straight from the jug. While being engrossed in drinking, suddenly the situation becomes chaotic.

Two new warriors came in for a fight.

"I came first. So this is my place. You go look for somewhere else" said an old man.

"Just boy. I came first, don't you want to yield to the younger ones?"

Both of them continued to bicker just because of a bench. Indeed in the store is currently crowded so there is no empty bench, maybe this is what makes them argue.

Even the shop owner who is an old husband and wife did not try to divorce the two. For they knew that these two warriors had quite famous names.

Everyone there knows both. No one dared to separate. Perhaps only the Cakra Buana does not recognize them.

"Shut up!!!" snapped at Cakra Buana with great anger.

His heart is wounded. His feelings are mixed, he needs a calm. That's why he chose to get drunk. But who would have thought, he was even disturbed by the two people.

The moment becomes silent. All eyes stared hard at him. Two more people who fight.

Inwardly, they thought that if the person who shouted just now, if not crazy, surely the person was tired of living.

"Who would you dare to yell at me?" ask the person in a high tone.

"No need to know who I am. If you want to drink, drink. Don't make a fuss here. I need calm" Cakra Buana said firmly.

"Suppose your mouth. You don't know who I am?"

"No matter who you are. If you want to make a scene, don't be here. If you want to sit, sit down at my place" said Cakra Buana.

"I don't deserve to sit with a lowly person like you" said the old man.

"That's a bad smell, how bold you are" said the younger swordsman.

"Why not? You guys are making a fuss, too,"

"But you're looking for trouble,"

The atmosphere in the shop was suddenly chaotic. The warriors who had been drinking, one by one began to come out of the shop. They don't want to be seen in this.

The shop owner tried to calm them down. But instead he got a hard hit from the young swordsman who had been bickering.

"talk a lot. Looks like you ate the tiger's guts" said the old man.

Finished saying so, he threw a bamboo cup near him. The cup drifted violently towards the Buana Chakra. In one blink of an eye, the cup almost hit the target.

But who would have thought, at such a time Cakra Buana raised his hand. With just a single finger prick, he held the bamboo cup so that it shattered him.