THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 3: JAWARA TANAH JAWAN

CHAPTER III

Jawara Tanah Java

Rejo's feet entered the land of Majapahit.

This great kingdom has lululantak. Rebellion after rebellion renders this great country ungoverned. The army and the royal family have chosen to seek their safety.

Rejo walked through the royal city with a feeling of sadness. Once a beautiful city, it is now a shabby, dirty and unkempt city.

There are no more royal officers, no more people and then weeds with luxury clothes.

There are only those who are dirty, shabby and hungry.

Rejo continues down the streets in the capital Majapahit etan, without anything looking beautiful.

It was impossible for Rejo to approach the palace grounds, where King Wikramawardhana was residing. The care of the palace is very strict.

Rejo chose to rest around the rice fields of the population. His eyes looked towards the unkempt royal palace.

Farmers are also not seen working on their fields. They have no power to work, because the conditions are starving. All rice and produce, depleted the kingdom to the expense of war and rebellion that continued to appear sporadically.

"Allahurobbi, how can I find such a great man, in such a terrible kingdom?" lamented Rejo.

He did not expect, life in the biggest and famous kingdom, is very sad.

When with Syech Jumadil Kubro or when he became a slurah in Sugih Waras Village, there was no one who was hungry.

However, the scenery in the capital of Majapahit, really far from the shadow of Rejo. The cry of little children, old men who were already unable to take up arms, or old mothers, with a hazy and lethargic look, dressed in rags, were sitting on the porch of the house.

They survive by cooking vegetables and rambanan fence homes. For livestock, all is not there, because the army seized for supplies of war.

"This country was once successful, and all were afraid of Majapahit. But, right now, this country is really headed for destruction" Rejo himself murmured.

"But what is my business? Didn't I come here to look for a magical person who can bring out this cursed science in me. But, how is it?"

Rejo muttered to himself.

"Perhaps, the only way is, I have to storm into the palace. But, really strict guard. But, if there are enemies attacking through the outskirts of the city, of course this country will be very easy to destroy. Such a large capital is only inhabited by old people, mothers and children. I guess, the army was concentrated in the palace, to look after the king and his family."

"Of course, the magic warriors were also inside the palace. Well, if there's no other way. Bismillah."

Rejo stepped steadily towards the square, and headed towards the regol of the palace.

(Wringin Lawang Arch, 15.5 meters high, in Jatipasar Village, Trowulan District, Mojokerto East Java)

Of course, Rejo hid the Mataram origin sword he had. If Majapahit forces find out, of course they immediately attack.

Even so, there was a young man coming to Regol, making the team immediately hit the spool.

This created a commotion inside the palace. Several squad leaders immediately headed to the main regol. They were very shocked and thought there was a stampede. The movement of the enemy forces is undetectable.

Some warriors immediately unsheathed the sword, and some brandished spears. Several squad heads joined in.

Rejo stepped quietly closer.

"Include me, my name is Rejo, the Swordsman of Mount Tidar. I have nothing to do with your country's affairs."

"Anyone who approaches the palace must die! So the King says!" shouted the head of the Squad, exerting energy within.

Rejo draws strength in the squad head.

Rejo assessed, the energy in it was lacking enough to be able to bring out the cursed knowledge from within him.

"Ah, just keroco. Please call the magic warriors in the palace. I don't want to fight you guys whose knowledge is just so shallow" cried Rejo, deliberately heating up the soldiers.

Rejo's hope, a shout accompanied by maximum strength, could be heard all the way into the palace, and provoked the magic warriors to come out and fight against him.

Some squad heads bounced off by themselves.

They were shocked when they were hit by the strong wind that swamped hot. The wind just slid off as Rejo shouted.

"Bad. You show off the power in front of us. Think we're scared?" shouted one team head.

"You are not my opponent. Call a great swordsman. Really, I have nothing to do with you guys."

"What are you doing here then?"

"I just want to fight. Others not!"

"Well!"

"really. I just want to fight."

"Do you want to be a warrior of Majapahit?"

"No. Again, I want to fight. This is the last warning. If your great swordsmen don't come out, then I'll go inside."

"What a shame, you are. Don't you know, this is a palace."

"I know. For that, I want to fight against the most powerful person in this kingdom."

"You are looking for death!"

"Well, if the master swordsman in this palace doesn't want to go out, let me come in."

This young man stepped.

All the regol guards and some squad heads immediately attacked and surrounded Rejo.

"You are not opponents. Move aside."

Dozens of troops immediately broke up.

Rejo just enough to stomp one foot to the ground.

"outside."

A thunderous sound emerged from the impact of the feet and the ground.

As a result, dozens of attackers instantly bounced.

Some were injured by being pierced by a spear or by being sliced by a sword belonging to his own friend.

Seeing his men slammed just like that, without being able to touch Rejo, made several squad heads furious.

They immediately opened their best moves, and attacked as fast as lightning.

"You are not opponents. Move over!" shout Rejo.

With just this shout, several squad heads immediately slammed rolling on the ground, and were unable to get up again.

Rejo calmly stepped towards regol.

As soon as his foot stepped on the regol stairs. Rejo felt the heat coming from the side.

Rejo turned his head, and saw an old figure, sitting in a cage, which was provided by the palace.

"Kula nuwun, O Rishi," said Rejo to be respectful.

"Young man, at your age, you have mastered the science of earth gedrug. It took decades to master that science. What's your teacher's name?" ask the hermit.

"My name is Rejo, from Mataram. My teachers are Resi Swadaraya, and also Syech Jumadil Kubro, Syech Subakir, and Syech Belabelu."

Rejo said to remain respectful.

"You are from Mataram. Do you also know Resi Hitu Dawiya. A very gentle figure from Mataram?"

"Yes. He is also one of my teachers."

"If you are a disciple of Rishi Hitu Dawiya, why do you make such a violent struggle?"

"I don't want to be rude. I'd like to meet the most powerful swordsman here."

"For what?"

"To fight against me."

"For what?"

"To know, who is really the greatest."

"For what?"

Rejo.

"Son. You are young and highly educated. Do you not want to join the Majapahit Kingdom? You must have been given a very high position here."

"I have nothing to do with this country. I just want to find out and find someone who can beat me. That's all."

"For what?"

Rejo can no longer be clumsy.

"To be able to get the science of curse out of my body."

The hermit had his eyes wide open.

"You're damned?"

"really. I feel that the science of the heritage of the Sage of Mount Tidar does not fit with me. Science is too cruel."

"Hmmm. So you are the young man who is the talk of the Rishis. You are the true Swordsman of Mount Tidar, as you shouted from outside the regol."

"Yes. I am a warrior of Mount Tidar. Heir to the laknat Resi Swadaraya. I want to throw away that damn and cruel science."

"Son, it is not easy to remove the knowledge that has flowed in every blood, attracted in every breath, and moved at every heartbeat. Perhaps, the only way is, you have to kill yourself, so that the science can escape."

"Felons. You understand enough about my science. Did you know my teachers?"

"Swadaraya sage is very famous. All Java knows his name, called his name only, all keder. He worshipped Lord Shiwa, while Resi Hitu Dawiya was very well known for his manners, mastering various scriptures. Usually, the science of two opposing rishis cannot be fused in one body, but in you it turns out that two opposing sciences flow. Truly, you have an extraordinary nature."

Rejo.

"Son. Many people want to have a science like yours. However, no one is strong. The bodies of people who received these two different sciences, generally exploded into flesh fragments only. But you are still alive."

Rejo remained silent.

"You also mentioned the names of Syech Subakir, Syech Jumadil Kubro and Syech Belabelu. I know those names. They taught a religion that worshipped only one god. They are the magic people. I don't know them, but I do. Because there was a Majapahit messenger to meet the people, invited to join Majapahit, but all of them refused. The religion that worshiped one god was also embraced by one friend from the Majapahit kingdom, namely Admiral Cheng Ho. He worshiped one god. In the paregreg war a few years ago, Majapahit assisted by Admiral Zheng He. He if worshiped it was a strange move."

Rejo.

Rejo believes that the Hermit is a linuwih figure.

"You mentioned being a student of Shech-Syech earlier. Do you worship many gods or one god?"

Rejo hung back for a moment.

"I'm a Muslim. Not hindu. Islam teaches worship to Allah SWT. The only God Almighty over all things. Eyang hermit, you have a lot of knowledge about Majapahit. Who You?" ask Rejo while respecting.

"Oh, introduce, my name is Wikramawardhana."

Called this name, Rejo was shocked.

"Isn't Wikrama Wardhana the king of Majapahit? Why did he become a hermit?" thought Rejo.

"The ascetic calls Wikrama Wardhana, meaning the ascetic Eyang is king?"

The hermit just smiled.

He waved, and invited Rejo to sit down nearby.

Rejo complied, and immediately sat down in front of the hermit, with a constant attitude of respect.

"Yes, Son. I am the King of Majapahit. Being a king only makes our lives think of worldliness. Because it is the call of the gods, I became King. But I am a hermit. All of these movements of government were held by Bhre Tumapel. I became a hermit, because I had to do it. Today, Majapahit is beset by rebellion for the sake of rebellion, and also famine. In my buta brata, may the gods give prosperity again to Majapahit."

This young Rejo, without leaving any respect, spoke a sharp enough word.

"How is it possible to solve the question of the state by asceticism? The affairs of the state should be settled by real work. Rebellion after rebellion arose because Majapahit had become weak. The glory days have passed. Of course, it takes hard work to restore the power of Majapahit, not by ascetic like this eye."

Wikrama Wardhana chuckles.

"You're young, but you're very knowledgeable. And your talk is sharp. Really, Majapahit needs a man like you to restore glory."

"If nobody wants to, how can I want to? How could I possibly have to fight my own religion, to restore the glory of Hinduism. Instead, let Eyang Wikrama Wardhana embrace Islam, surely later will be helped all Syech. And I'm willing to help."

"I am a hermit. At the ascetic level, all religions make no difference."

"Eyang. Of course there's a difference. Religion does not look at age, but who is more concerned with Allah SWT, that will get good rewards from Allah SWT."

"Ah, it's young. I don't think anyone can bring out the science you call that curse. In fact, many martial artists really want knowledge like you. Because it is impossible for someone to put the science of opposites in one body. But your body can take."

"You mean the King Kanjeng?"

"Yes. In this Majapahit, I reiterate, there is nothing more powerful than you. You are the most powerful."

"I don't believe."

"Lho's? You this how the hell? Which king of Majapahit is you or me?"

"The recluse's face."

"Well.that's. I know exactly the whole power of Majapahit. If there is Gajah Mada, of course this will be resolved. I do not know how many years Majapahit will be destroyed or will be successful again. Moreover, there has begun to be a new power on the coast, that of the Muslims. Although it is not currently a threat Majapahit, it could be one when Muslims like yourself that will destroy Majapahit."

"If the hermit already knows how the fate of Majapahit, why not immediately turn to Islam alone. Islam rahmatan lil alamin. Benefit to the universe."

"I am a hermit, young man."

"Yes already. Now, please allow me to go deeper into the palace."

"If you enter the palace, it means that you do not respect Majapahit sovereignty anymore. I, Wikrama Wardhana, will face you to death!"

Rejo.

Because even if the fight happens. Of course Rejo did not have the heart to hit a thin and old body like Wikrama Wardhana.

"The father of the hermit king. Of course I don't dare to fight against Kanjeng Raja. Ask for help, the greatest swordsman just tell him to come out. Let me face it here."

"Young people. I reiterate, no prince or warrior can defeat you. Really am. Turn your body back, and go home. You will not be able to solve your problems in Majapahit."

"I've been wet. I have to fight! Please Kanjeng the Hermit will find me an enemy. Really, I want to bring out this curse science."

"You're a strange young man. Generally, all want a settlement without any fight. But you are very strange. They want a fight."

"Father Hermit. If indeed in Majapahit there is no more swordsman who can defeat this magic, where should I go?"

"Thank you, Sage. But I have already arrived here. Please call the greatest swordsman in this palace, tell him to fight me."

"Nothing, young man. All the great warriors I have devoted to fighting the rebellion. In this palace, the most powerful is me. Are you really going to fight against me?"

Rejo shook his head immediately.

"Yes already then. Go there!"

Rejo is not moving.

"I have to fight."

"Fight me."

Rejo shook his head again.

"Well, if you don't dare to fight old hermits. Please visit the fresh pond at Trowulan. I will devote all my devotion to making the pond blue, and the fish die. There is no need to fight physically if you do not dare to hit this old hermit. Try, you restore the pond water to be clear and the fish live again. I'm sure you can do it, because you actually master the science of Lord Shiwa which is very rare," said Wikrama Wardhana with a serious mimic.

Rejo.

He did not feel that the fight that happened, it was strange like this.

Even so, inevitably, Rejo immediately became respectful, and walked backwards to the regol door.

Once in the palace courtyard, the guards who were no longer in pain, immediately retreated away. They're afraid.

Rejo immediately left, after getting a direction towards Trowulan.

(Segaran Column, located in Unggaran, Trowulan, Trowulan District)

It didn't take long for Rejo to get to Trowulan. And it was not difficult for Rejo to find a giant pool dedicated to the princess and the king's family.

Villagers swarming the pond. They were all stunned in wonder. Because, from the middle of the pool, a kind of bubble appears, and eventually change the color of the water to blue. Thousands of dead fish floating.

When Rejo reached the lip of the pool, the color of the water was already deep blue.

"Allahu akbar's. What science is this? The hermit father can change the water from a distance, What a great science father hermit. How can I restore the water color back to clear?"

"Why did Father Hermit say that this curse science is so much better? In fact, really I don't know, how should I return the blue water with bubble bubbling in the middle of this pool, back clear?"

Rejo chose to sit on the lip of the pool.

Slowly, his two legs began to be put into that blue water.

Rejo is immediately shortened. He felt a sting like the sting of thousands of bees raining down on his two feet.

Rejo's two ankles felt incredible linu. In fact, when Rejo intended to get up from his seat, he immediately fell. Fortunately, he was still able to hold on to the floor, so that his body did not slide into the pool water.

"What is this science? This is great how Mr Hermit says lose if against me?"

Rejo decided to sit on the lip of the pool, but his feet were not put in the water.

His eyes stared at the thousands of floating fish. Die.

Rejo then looked around. The crowd is getting more and more. There are several shamans, Rishis, and warriors, trying to stop the bubbles in the middle of the pool, in their own individual ways.

One by one, they all just gave up.

By nightfall, the crowd began to recede. There are only a few people who still live on the lips of the pool. Generally, they are high-scientific people, who are trying to conquer this strange bubble.

Some hermit, resi, looks semedic. Some of the warriors began to chant the mainstay moves.

Rejo immediately went up, to take ablution water, then performed prayers on the lips of the pond.

Rejo did not move from his place until midnight.

It was not until the early hours of the morning, when the hermit drowned in his snares, and some of the warriors fell asleep exhausted. Rejo moved closer to the pool water.

Attempted to exert inner energy on his little finger. The finger was slowly dipped into the pool water.

Feeling stung at the tip of the pinky. Rejo tries to hold on by adding strength to his pinky. The more added, the sting multiplies. Tried to reduce the energy in the pinky, the sting is also reduced.

"Oh.. So here's how the sting came about" muttered Rejo as he muttered.

In contrast to other warriors trying to exert the greatest amount of energy in, Rejo even tried the opposite. Perhaps he was hiding his inner strength.

The science of the Swadaraya Rishis is kept tightly in the tailbone, while other sciences try to be stored in each limb.

Rejo hopes that when all his inner energy is hidden, he will not be stung by the blue water. The goal, Rejo went into the Freshan pool, and wanted to find out the cause of the bubble in the middle of the pool.

Rejo sat down cross-legged, trying to detect his entire blood flow. And trying to find the inner power points on his body. The energy knots of the chakras were finally tightly closed.

After all the chakra points were tightly closed, Rejo became an ordinary human figure without any mastery of inner energy. To find out, Rejo tried dipping his little finger. And tried to mobilize the power inside, which is actually locked tightly.

Rejo didn't feel the sting.

Now, his entire palm was dyed, not feeling the sting.

Rejo's two legs were put in the pool, not feeling the sting.

Slowly, Rejo took off his shirt, and began to step towards the middle of the pool.

As it turned out, the deeper into the middle, the deeper the pool.

The problem is, Rejo can't swim.

Actually, there is no problem if you can exert energy in.

When he became an ordinary man, Rejo now began to struggle.

However, Rejo's big ass is to reach the bubble, which makes him try hard not to drown. Rejo moves his legs and hands as much as he can.

The appearance of the sound of a lizard in the middle of the night, invited the attention of hermits, Resi and warriors who were being tapa brata.

They opened their eyes, and were shocked to see a human figure trying to get close to the bubble.

"Hoi. Are you not afraid of death?" shouted someone from the pool.

Rejo still tried to move his hands and feet to get closer to the center of the bubble.

Slowly, the distance between Rejo and the bubble drew closer. The warriors, sages and hermits who were at the edge of the pond were getting tense. They want to know, what happens, if the human figure approaches the bubble. In fact, they are generally made to bounce when firing power in the direction of the bubble.

The people at the edge of the pool were getting tense. They are made to pound, what will happen to the figure approaching the bubble.

In fact, the rejo is getting closer to the center of the bubble. And nothing happened.

All wild.

Rejo now, right above the bubble.

Still nothing happens.

Curious to know what caused the bubble to form, Rejo decides to dive to the bottom of the pool, to find out the source of the bubble.

With eyes closed, and taking a deep breath, Rejo immediately dived in the blue water.

Night without the moon, causing the vision of people on the edge of the pool could not be clear. They think Rejo drowned.

Slowly, Rejo headed to the bottom of the pool. He felt a bubble from his palm.

Followed to the bottom.

With his eyes closed, Rejo began to fumble around the bottom of the pool. Look for something that causes bubbles.

It didn't take long for Rejo to find the source of the bubble.

With two hands, the round object was brought to the surface.

Rejo thought it was a coconut.

On the surface Rejo opened his eyes, and saw what was found at the bottom of the pond.

Is correct. It was a coconut.

From the surface of the coconut skin, a hissing sound emerged. When put in water, bubbles appear.

"Ohhh, so this is the cause of the bubble. Fine, I'll take it to the side" muttered Rejo himself.

The people at the edge of the pool, were stunned. The figure that was thought to be drowning was still alive, and began to swim to the edge of the pool while carrying something in one hand.

They headed to where Rejo pulled over. They want to know what Rejo brought.

"What did you bring?"

"Either. It is shaped like a coconut. This thing hissed like it was giving off air. It's this thing that creates a blue bubble" Rejo replied, about to lift the fine from the water.

"Get out!"

The explosion occurred when the coconut was lifted from the water.

Rejo immediately released it.

The people who swarmed, slammed all. They seemed to be hit by strong winds, along with the emergence of an explosion.

Rejo felt nothing.

The coconut entered the water again, and was about to drown.

Soon, Rejo grabbed it again.

This time, the coconut is not lifted from the water, only held on the surface of the water.

His voice remained.

Rejo stared intently at the coconut.

"What a unique science. What am I supposed to do?"

People back again swarming.

"Young man, why don't you bounce?"

"To hold this coconut, we are forbidden to exert energy within."

Mangosteen people.

Rejo immediately asked for rope to be found to the people who were on the edge of the pool.

With the rope obtained, this coconut fruit is tied so that it is easy to take for tomorrow.

The coconut sank again, after being given a rope.

Rejo up from the pool.

Rejo sits on the lip of the pool, with hermits, rishis or warriors.

They all fell silent. They are drowning with their own thoughts.

In the darkness of the night, it was still seen bubble after bubble popping to the surface, near the lip of the pond, where the coconuts existed.

The crowd of these warriors then disperse before dawn.

Rejo lives alone near the lip of the pool.

All returned to their respective places, and continued their tapa brata.

Rejo immediately took ablution water, and spent his time praying and wiridan.

It was only when the sun shone that they could all clearly see what was inside the pond.

Apparently, the pool water is no longer blue, but becomes red.

"When did this water change? It was supposed to be last night, when I took the coconut out of the middle of the pond."

Rejo observed thousands of dead fish carcasses, none of which decomposed. The fish looked fresh, like a live fish. Only, their positions were floating on the surface.

Rejo tries to find the answer, while the people gather more and more. They saw the peculiarity of this Fresh pond. If yesterday the water was blue, now the water turns red.

Not a few residents around who began to burn incense on the lips of the pond. They believe that water changes due to the will of the gods.

Not a few residents who took the red water to take home. They believe that red water has luck, even though they know, the fish are dead. This means, it could be that red water contains toxins.

Rejo who knows this was the King of Majapahit Wikrama Wardhana, just a head bobble. And it's impossible for Rejo to tell you what really happened.

"Of course, this science can be defeated. However, if I use the science of Resi Swadaraya or Resi Hitu Dawiya, of course it makes no difference, because both are sourced from Hinduism. If I use knowledge from Islamic sources, what knowledge can I use? So far I did not get any knowledge from Kanjeng Syech?"

Rejo confused.

Throughout the day, Rejo spent more time looking at the behavior of the patterns of the surrounding residents, resi, swordsmen when responding to the changes in water in the Freshwater Pool.

Some pray very fervently, some burn incense, some try to practice canoragan science, and many other patterns of behavior.

When in a half-dreaming condition, Rejo briefly imagined the face of Syech Jumadil Kubro. And it happened many times, when Rejo was daydreaming.

"What is this, why do I keep passing the face of Syech Jumadil Kubro?" muttered Rejo himself.

So, Rejo directs his mind to the possibility of defeating the science of the king of Wikrama Wardhana with the knowledge of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"But which science? Didn't I not be taught anything by him, except to make a large pond in Jero Cliff Village, and catch fish" Rejo murmured.

Rejo was shocked alone.

He's humbled.

"Don't-don't. This is the answer so I can beat the science of King Wikrama Wardhana."

Rejo immediately got up from his seat.

He prayed two rakaats.

Then, he pensively.

Rejo tried to replay the events when he made a pond in Jero Cliff Village first. Including catching fish which were then included in his pond.

"What does it have to do?"

Rejo chose to soak in the red water.

This action of course invites sumpat serapah from various people on the edge of the pool, who believe in changing the color of the water because of the will of the gods.

Rejo doesn't care.

Still Rejo stepped into the pool and picked the shallow ones.