The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 7: New Friends

“Let's come with me, nanda” said the old man while pulling Sukma Harum's hand. They then walked out of place

that and head for the backyard. It turns out that the back of the parsada (palace/candi) has a path that leads to the top of the mountain.

Both men walked slowly. Harum Sukma used his hand that the old man held to lead him, because the monk seemed to be unable to walk. Surprisingly, even though his steps looked slow, but the distance they were traveling was already very far!

In the heart of Sukma Harum felt very amazed to see the high science of lightening the body of the elder. At the age of

where the human energy had already been reduced completely, the strength of this elder was precisely like incomparable.

This is the number one person in the martial world today.  Bhiksu Mangkara Dharma Hotel.

The son of the great Prabu Brama Kumbara. Heir of the highest sciences in the entire archipelago. Disciple

the Beloved of Bhiksu Kampala in Tibet.

In the past, of course his real name was not Mangkara Dharma. Because that name is the name of the title given

because of his religious height.

Everyone in this world knows the real name of the great Mangkara Dharma monk.

“I don't know yet what ananda's real name is,” said the old monk with his warm smile.

“Nanda's original name is Rakantara Gandakusuma,” Sukma Harum replied.

“Your father is indeed from the famous Gandakusuma family?”

Sukma Harum just nodded with a nod.

“Your great grandfather is a very meritorious person for Pajajaran. Just mention his name really

these lips are still not worthy.”

Sukma Harum did not know what to answer.

“Nanda is handsome, rich, intelligent, and has a very high silat and kanuragan science. Many people dream of having this. But do you know that having such a great gift, sometimes makes life not as beautiful as the shadow of people?”

“Nanda understood very well the great words,” replied Sukma Harum.

“The greater the wisdom that the heavens give you, the greater will be the trials and trials

nanda get.”

The mountain atmosphere was very quiet. The sky is getting dark. Only the sound of the wind rattling

through reeds. The beautiful trees are now like towering monster creatures.

In such a state of complete darkness, they walked lightly without being hobbled or lost.

Along the way Bhiksu Mangkara Dharma asks various things related to the current situation in the martial world.

“Is noble teacher Ananda still in good health?” ask the Bhiksu.

Sukma Harum smiled understandingly. Of course, just by looking at it and using the science of lightening the body, the great monk was able to guess who his teacher was.

“Hamba last met him when Ananda finished the final test of his study time. That

about 3 years ago. At that time he was very healthy and fresh. Even his spirit exceeded our young ones. Currently he is undergoing tapa brata in a place.”

“For the rest of my life, the person with the highest talent in silat and kanuragan was your teacher, nanda

Rabbet. Unfortunately, he preferred to enjoy life, and never wanted to interfere in the martial world. The appearance is only sometimes, but he always helps people in need.”

Sukma Harum glared far away. All the love and haru burst forth as he remembered the merits of his teacher. Hears

The monk Mangkara Dharma told a glimpse of his teacher's youth, making his admiration and respect even more so.

“Entah how high your teacher's talent and knowledge compared to my late father. We'll never be able to

know because they did not have time to meet,” said Bhiksu Mangkara Dharma.

Want Sukma Harum to ask if this great elder had ever fought with his teacher, only that he felt arrogant and disrespectful. In her heart, she was very curious.

“What are the things he dropped to nanda Raka?”

“He only downgraded 3 sciences to nanda.”

“Yes. I-i know. That is the nature of your noble teacher. He passed down only 3 sciences to the chosen one, and they knew each other not. Even I dare suspect, your teacher did not tell this to nanda Raka,” said Bhiksu.

“Oh? So like that,” Raka laughed.

“Think once I raise you as a student. But I'm afraid to step over your teacher. But look at your talent

great, and your life will be very hard in the future, I want to leave something to you, Nanda Raka. Are you willing to accept it?”

Sukma Harum knelt down and said,“Thank you, great one.”

“As I said earlier, I want to teach you how to whistle. On foot, I saw a way

nanda is breathing. Exceptionally well. Now, follow all my moves.”

The great monk was then cross-legged. His hands are placed on his knees. His fingers formed the trine. It's interesting

breathing very long, then removing it in a hissing way.

“Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!”

That hissing sound sounded very slowly at first. Then little by little it became harder and harder

ear squealing! Sukma Harum imitates this but the sound is still not as loud as that of the great Bhiksu.

“Renew energy emerging from the stomach. Don't give it all up. Separate a little, then wake up that little

getting big. Concentrate, don't emit. Feel the heat in your chest. Protect heart! Do not let the energy hit the heart vein. Do not pass through the esophagus, as it will hurt the vocal cords. Spread the vibrations through the neck, then flow to the jaw, lips, and then the tongue. Yes so!

“Ssssssssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttttt!”

There is a very high-pitched scream, it can even destroy a human eardrum.

Fortunately, Sukma Harum has been able to channel the vibration of sound waves into the sky. If he shot the wave forward, then the trees and rocks before him would be shattered!

“That's terrible!” tukas Sukma Harum was shocked.

“Very good. With your intelligence, Nanda immediately understood that this wave is very dangerous, so he shot it up. I am very happy, because my assumptions about the nature, talent, and intelligence of Ananda, are not wrong. Very kind. Very kind. One study directly can.”

Sukma Harum is grateful and humble. If not for the guidance of the great elder, it could be that the wave power would have attacked itself.

“Listen carefully,” whispered the great Bhiksu.

Sukma Harum closed his eyes. Trying to sense every vibration that exists in the universe.

From a distance, he caught a sound wave. “Kawwwwk! Kaaaawwkk!”

He opened his eyes and asked, “What kind of creature's voice is that, great one?”

“Suara rajawali sakti!”

Heart of Harum Sukma. This mahaguru turned out to inherit him a great eagle. Creatures within

the legend that was once a ride and friend of the greatest swordsman in the archipelago, Prabu Brama Kumbara. In the past, Sukma Harum had heard that the warriors from China had also rode Rajawali like this.

Waaaapppp waaaaaaap!

The sound of the fluttering of his wings created a huge wind. The eagle landed right on

bhiksu Mangkara Dharma. “How are you, old friend? Do you miss me?”

“Kaawwwwk! Kaaaawwwwwk!”

The bird is huge. It was about 2 spears tall. The fur is golden brown. Yellow beak

redness. His feet look solid like rocks. The claws are pointed but clean and shiny. Standing in front of this majestic animal made Raka feel deeply moved.

The animal is very happy when embraced by the Bhiksu Mangkara Dharma. That great great beast head

rubbed into the bosom of the bhiksu with great joy. The monk whispered words into the bird's ear like telling him about things they had missed during their separation.

I was amazed to see their friendship. Each one shows respect and affection for

the other.

“Ananda Rakantara, introduce this is my best friend, I call him Cakrawala.”

“Salam know, Mr. Cakrawala dashing,” said Sukma Harum while menjura. The giant bird just stared at him sharply, as if it wanted to know him much deeper.

Cakrawala soared high and quickly threw his claws towards Harum Sukma. This attack was not a haphazard attack but a highly trained, high-level movement.

Harum Sukma dodged with one light step. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, immediately his body bounced high upwards as well. Now his body was above the horizon.

The bird turned its body very nimbly. Now his back was facing the ground, and his claws were on top, grabbing the shadow of the Fragrant Sukma that seemed to fly as well. The claw attack was extremely fast and extremely dangerous. Not just any human could dodge such an attack.

But of course Harum Sukma can avoid it, because he is not just any human.

With a small movement, he twisted his body so that the claws just passed in front of him.

As soon as the claw passed through his head, his hand moved swiftly holding the footstalk of the giant bird. By borrowing the energy of the footstroke, Harum Sukma shot towards the head of the bird. Then once his hand moved to bottle the neck of the bird, he clumped and twisted the body. Now he was at the neck of the bird. Hold on tight! Because at that time the body of the bird is in an upside down state with the back below and the stomach facing upwards.

Everything that happened took place in one blink of an eye and whoever witnessed it certainly did

will be amazed to see that high level “show”.

Bhiksu Mangkara Dharma was of course amazed as well. Although he was the highest man in silatnya science at that time, inevitably he had to be amazed at the science of lightening the body belonging to Sukma Harum.

“It's great...., it's great....,”gumamnya slowly.

Raka continued to hold on to the back neck of the bird. Now the bird is soaring high as if to know

that the way to throw the person on his back is to plunge him from a height.

Being carried flying that high made Raka's heart flutter as well. In his entire life he had never floated this high. The night was pitch-black, but the pale moonlight gave a hint of illumination in the pitch-black sky.

It's chilly!

It turned out that the vast sky felt so cold. So silent. So lonely. I don't know why Raka is

find peace here. Lost already the taste of ketar-ketir in his heart. There is only incredible peace.

The bird kept flying high. Until Sukma Harum felt his breathing start to tight. Perhaps because it was too high from the earth, he began to have difficulty breathing. But he was calm and took a long breath. That way he has plenty of air reserves in his chest.

It's pitch-dark. He can't see anything. The wind was so strong. At first he could not breathe. Soon he may lose consciousness. His skin felt frozen. His bones felt pierced by an extremely cold iron. But Raka refused to use the inner energy and hurt the great bird.

He understood that all this was a test performed by the great eagle if he wanted to bind friendship with man. The animal wants to know if this human can be trusted in the most precarious and dangerous times.

Then the bird reached its peak. It stopped at a height.

It all seems to stop!

The heart of Harum Sukma beats faster. He could already guess what would happen.

Wuuuuuuuuussssssssssshhhhh!

Rajawali slammed down.  This falling movement was much faster than the ascending movement earlier. Sukma Heart

It was as if it felt like it was coming out of his chest. His legs were coiled around the horizon's neck, his hands tightly hugging. He said, “Just this soon? I can fly faster than you, O great horizon!”

Hearing these words, the bird swooped more sharply, and twisted its body. Harum Sukma felt his entrails as if he wanted to explode. But by regulating the airway that is now no longer congested, he can control the nausea.

Swwwuuuuuuuuussssshhhhh!

How many times the bird rotates the body with clumps, it is no longer ignored by Harum Sukma. Now it is

even enjoy this ride. It is like a child finding a new toy. They climbed high and then swooped, repeatedly.

Until the bird was tired itself and landed perfectly in front of the great monk. In the darkness of the night and the black sky, the monk was able to witness everything that was happening.

“You're familiar now?” ask the Bhiksu.

Sukma Harum just laughed. The eagle makes a sound, “Kaaawkkk! Kaaawwwwk!”

“Oh? You're happy with him because he didn't hurt you? Real nice. Sukma Harum is indeed a gentle warrior of his heart. He certainly could not hurt you, Mr. Cakrawala.”

Wwwkkkkk! Kaaaawwwwk!

“From now on, I hand you over to Mr. Harum Sukma. He will take care of you and take care of you.

You're gonna need each other. And I gave him a heavy duty. That is to find a soul mate for you, Mr. Cakrawala,” said the Bhiksu.

In Sukma Harum's heart laugh. Seeking a soul mate for himself alone he is not becus. Especially looking for

a soul mate for a magical animal like this.

Ohhvawwwk!! Kaaaawwww!kkkk!

Fragrant Sukma touching the neck of Horizon. At first the animal seemed to think for a while, then he rubbed

his head to the chest of his new best friend.

No master no master. Not pets, or food. There is only friendship

between humans and animals.

The Harum Sukma was sent to the great monk. He said, “Thank you very deeply for the great trust in Nanda. Nanda promised to keep Horizon as good as possible.”

“I believe,” smile that wise pandita. “Ananda has a very tough task in the future.

Maybe this is the only way I can lighten your load.”

Sukma Harum knelt down and touched the tip of the old monk's foot. Ask politely, “Why the Great

think like that?”

“Because with everything you have, it is very difficult to be a good human being. All you have is a very hard ordeal. Whether Ananda can use it to be a human being who benefits other humans, or only used to pursue pleasure, only time can answer

Bhiksu Mangakara Dharma was once young. Ever handsome. He was once a prince of a kingdom

revered. Ever been highly knowledgeable. Of course, it has been seduced by pleasure.

Love's.

Who can reject it?

If love has possessed the heart of man, no matter if you are a prince or a king, then you will bow your knees before love.

The great monk simply stared blankly ahead. His memories led him to his youthful days full of life and hope. To a beautiful woman who once carried away her heart.

Where is he now? Is it still alive? Is happy?

Inadvertently he turned his head in the direction where Lawu Mountain was. Far away there.

Even when a man is so old, memories of past love will still burn

in heart.

Being a monk is not being a perfect human being without lust. To become a monk is to be a man who is able to maintain the sanctity of his heart, guarding himself from lust and anger. From the turmoil of the human soul and heart that can never be completely straight.

Mount Lawu Flower.

That was the name of the woman in the past. The flower is now certainly aging. It has withered, maybe even

it has been brittle and dried. Crushed into dust. But the flower once burst and touched his life. For a man, a fragrant memory alone is enough for him to move on with life better.

It's more than enough.

Harum Sukma could see the change in the hue of the great monk's face. He can also feel the vibration of feeling

that mahaguru.

Only men who have ever been hurt can understand the hurt man's feelings as well.

Finally Sukma Harum did not dare to raise his head. He remained on his knees and touched the tip of the mahagaroo's foot. He knew that in the presence of a man whose heart was in turmoil, a man should not open his mouth. It's enough to be there.

So long, the great and mighty master can still be lulled in memory, who can think?

Sukma Harum now understands one thing.

How far you run hiding from memories, how deep you go through the ocean to avoid

from him, those memories will still haunt you. Because those memories have become a part of you.

All you can do is make peace with him.

And the great monk must have been able to make peace with himself. That is why he can reach

the level of life full of calm and tranquility. To be human is to understand that life is always moving according to the will of the One who created it.

Being a monk is not to eliminate one's humanity, but to understand the meaning of being

a human.

“Ananda Rakantara, stand up,” the monk clasped his hand tightly and pulled it. Said, “Tiba

it's time we parted ways. Thank you for being my best friend for just one day. Maybe we will not see each other again. But I am happy, at this old age still given the fortune of tying friendship with a person like Ananda. Thank you,” the great bhiksu joked to him.

The Bhksu was so amazed at him, because with all the pleasure he had, did not change him

to be a rotten man. Something he only found to his late father. Meeting this young man, brings a very deep memory of his late father.

Sukma Harum reply. He said, “Life, nanda has always been blessed by the heavens. Now one more blessing that nanda got, what a gratitude that can not be said. Thank you very much, The Great.”

They hugged each other and said goodbye.

“Nanda Raka go by riding Cakrawala. Let me go home alone. Because nanda has violated

the rules of the Padepokan, then the death penalty must be imposed. I can't change that rule. Only the president can change that. And I'm not the chairman.”

“We came here together, the Great One. Go home should be together. Pula, that was nanda

come to this Padepokan through the front door, go home also have to pass the front door,” said Sukma Harum.

“Good. Real nice. Come!”

They went down the mountain holding hands.

Sukma Harum left the Mangkara Dharma monk with a sense of haru. After kneeling for a long time, then he has “streng” to go leave the grandfather. They had only met that day, only conversing for a short time, but the bond of feeling in their hearts seemed to be intertwined for hundreds of years.

Now he has stepped out of Laladan Pawitra. The gate of that place was now lighted by the light of the torch

which surrounds almost the entire area of the paddle. The atmosphere there is beautiful at night. It was just that the circumstances back then for him were not beautiful enough.

Almost all of the disciples of the temple had been on guard in every place. Their sharp eyes and

stabbing as if wanting to tear his body apart. But Sukma Harum was very calm. He did not smile because he was worried about hurting their feelings because it was considered mocking. Even Sukma Harum walked with his face looking down at the path before him. What will happen, it has already

no matter.

Bhiksu AJi Satya was already in front of him. Stand quietly and look in full view. Sukma Harum jutted and greeted him.

“Do you already understand, what criminal will you be responsible for (if) dhursila (violate

laws/rules) in this little corner? Do you also understand, the life that you took asked for his responsibility?” ask the monk in a heavy and deep tone.

“Truly I asked, has the Great ever heard of a thing about me?” Sukma Harum asked back.

“What do you do?”

“That if servant says ‘not’ then it means ‘not’. And if the servant says ‘iya’ then forever means

‘iya’?”

“People say, anything that comes out of lesan (spoken) Fragrant Sukma is gold, never bronze. But this time, surviving witnesses have proven otherwise.”

“If the servant of the paragana (the culprit) what is the reason that the servant did not kill all the witnesses, including these 7 warriors of Padepokan? What's the reason I have to sweat down here guarding a witness?” ask Sukma Harum.

A very reasonable question. If he did it, it's been since the beginning he killed all seven men

who happened to come there.

The monk thought for a moment. His mind justifies the words Sukma Harum. He then closed, “Good. Servant give

time is a full moon for you to restore your name and reveal the truth. After that, we will all look for mr.”

In Sukma Harum's heart laugh. What are they capable of doing to him? But on the outside he just smiled and yelled. “Hamba thank you for the generosity of Yang Agung.”

“But dhursila (violation) against the rules of entering Laladan Pawitra remains to be paid,” said the monk with a ketus.

“His sentence is a death sentence isn't it?” ask Sukma Harum.

The bhiksu nodded.

“What if the servant does not want to die?”

Those words came out full of earnestness. Anyone who saw the current face hue of Harum Sukma would definitely understand that that very second this handsome man was already determined to fight to the very last point of blood.

The great monk was worried. If he let Sukma Harum go, then he let outsiders trample on the dignity of the greatest plots in the entire archipelago. But if he forced the unification of the punishment, then a great flood of blood would not be spared again. Even he himself was not sure he could survive.

Because he had seen how Kujang Sakti was flying. He should be open-minded, however.

If you ever see that Kujang get hooked, then you'll be open-minded too.

“Seeing that our Mahaguru received even the master with open arms, then we have made up our mind

that this rule cannot be applied.”

With this decision, the monk seems to say that even though Sukma Harum has entered the forbidden area, he cannot be sentenced, because the owner of the forbidden area itself has received it with open arms.

“News heard that Bhiksu the head of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti is a very wise man, he said,

it was not wind news. Today I have proven myself,” said Sukma Harum.

“Remember, sir. One full moon. After that we will look for the master,” the words of the monk are full of threats.

Sukma Harum just nodded. He then yelled and asked himself.

All eyes were still looking at him sharply as he walked out leisurely through the front gate. Sukma Harum let out a long, violent scream towards the sky. The vibration of the sound of the scream had vibrated the heart veins of the people who were there.

Soon a giant bird appeared that landed gracefully in front of the gate. Fragrant Sukma jumped onto his shoulder and immediately flew away from there.

“It's handsome, rich, high-science, now has a mount that can fly anyway. When the gods

creating it, most likely their hearts are happy,” muttered the Bhiksu Aji Satya.