THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 3h: Directed Against Kiai Rara Santang

"Because by running around this fresh pond, he could gather some energy in through the whirling wind that hit him, the second one, he could gather the power in, he can fire power in the direction of the surface of the water which actually already appeared waves. Thus, the speed of the wave continues to increase and increase. That's the reason why he can make a whirlpool in this fresh pool."

Almost until before the Maghrib Rejo prayer can then direct this very tight whirlpool, towards the coconuts at the bottom of the pond. Of course, the pond was as fresh as a cauldron that was shaken violently. Water is flashing everywhere.

Rejo who was continuously concentrating at the vortex point, while continuously running around the pool, unaware, hundreds of eyes watching his behavior.

The locals were frightened, as they felt the vibrations of the ground around his house. For that, they leave the house. The ground tremor appeared because Rejo continued to fire deep power towards the surface of the pool water.

Residents are made agape, with the appearance of a rotating wave that emits a fairly loud ripple sound. And, Rejo kept running while occasionally pointing his index finger at the pool.

"What a young man is, he makes us all more afraid. The ground became trembling. We thought there was an earthquake" said one resident, and allowed another.

However, Rejo really has been pursued by time, because time is already dark.

There's no way he's gonna find out where the coconuts are in the dark. On the other hand, Rejo felt extremely exhausted. However, he did not want his efforts to be in vain.

For that, he increased his running speed. And, he increasingly fired his index finger towards the surface of the pond.

Aye!

The vortex is so big it's really right on top of the coconut. And it's true! The coconut is visible. That is, coconuts do not drift along with the rotating water current.

The rope used to tie the bubbly coconut fruit is quite strong.

"Sight!" yell Rejo cheerful.

But he could not fire energy in the direction of the coconut fruit, because it was felt less.

So, Rejo decided to run one more round, to gather the maximum amount of energy through the force of the wind.

Syech Jumadil Kubro and his five students are tense.

They held their breaths, and pounded waiting for what to happen, if Rejo fired a deep energy, right towards the coconuts at the bottom of the pond.

Rejo has run almost a round, the energy in his index finger is very much, and ready to be fired at the coconuts.

And.....

The time has come.

As soon as he saw the coconut fruit right in the middle of the whirlpool, Rejo fired a maximum of energy in that direction.

Syech Jumadil Kubro and his five students were wide-eyed.

"Brake!"

A very bright blue light emanates from coconuts.

Hundreds of residents were shocked at the deafening sound, and their eyes were momentarily blinded by the dazzling blue light.

The effect of this shot, Rejo bounced.

Roll over.

She's fainted.

Syech Jumadil Kubro reacted quickly. Along with five of his students, Kanjeng Syech who was not young anymore, ran as fast as he could towards Rejo. Five of his students could not follow.

Kanjeng Syech approached Rejo's body, and quickly also hit some blood road in Rejo's body.

"Quickly, get the waru leaves," cried Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro to five of his students, who were almost there.

No doubt, these five people went straight back towards the waru tree, and took randomly the waru leaves.

These waru leaves, by Syech Jumadil Kubro, rubbed all over Rejo's body.

At that moment, Rejo's body was red, as if blood was pouring from his entire body. It was red sweat.

After rubbing the leaves of the waru, slowly the color of Rejo's skin turned blue, like the color of fresh pond water.

"This child was exposed to the reflected energy of the coconut fruit that was shot with his inner energy earlier. If not immediately removed from his body, this child could die or be paralyzed for the rest of his life."

When Rejo's entire body was blue, including when opened his eyelids, the white color of the eyes had also turned blue, Syech Jumadil Kubro told his students to lift Rejo's body, and the, then laid on the bottom of the pool. So, part of Rejo's body was submerged in water. Only the part of his head pokes, in order to breathe.

"Kanjeng Syech, did the young man not die, with such a position?" ask one santri, when invited to leave Rejo alone.

"No. He'll heal, and he'll have much more power than before. This is how your king entrusted his knowledge to Rejo."

Slowly, the blue color on Rejo's body faded away from the blue water as well. In line with Rejo's normal body color, Rejo's body absorbed an enormous inner energy from the Fresh pond.

Similarly, the blue color of fresh pond water also fades.

Slowly, slowly, becoming clear.

It's just that, because it was night, the color change of this water was subtle.

At midnight, Rejo muttered from his stupor, he felt his body very fresh.

Rejo wondered why he was on the lip of the pond. Even his body was buried in the pool water.

"Who did this? Why does my body feel so light?" muttered Rejo himself, while remembering what happened.

Rejo does not realize that his actions hit the bubbly coconut fruit to make everything normal.

That night, when the water became clear, the fish were for months floating like dead, but his body was still fresh, slowly like waking up from his sleep. The fish could slowly move its tail and fins, and it swam diving.

Rejo immediately took the water of the wudlu, and performed the prayers of ashar, maghrib and isya, which he left behind.

Then, Rejo stared at the Fresh Pool. It felt, he wanted to run around the pond freshly again, and make a whirlpool, with the aim of wanting to shoot the bubbling coconut fruit.

It's just that, a night without months, Rejo's view is quite limited. He did not realize, that on the edge of the pond there were no more floating fish.

Rejo decided to just sit by the pool, wiridan until he fell asleep there too.

Even at dawn, Rejo still did not realize that the fresh pond had returned to normal.

When the conditions start to light up, it just looks real. That is also what knows the villagers.

"Hoi, the fresh pond fish are not floating," shouted one resident.

"The water of the pool has turned clear again. And it seems clearer than ever."

Hearing this shout, the residents also flocked to run towards Fresh pond.

All gaped at the clarity of the pool water. In fact, the fish that swim at the bottom are clearly visible.

Rejo was no less surprised.

His eyes looked at what was in front of him.

Fresh Pool is very clear. No longer blue, and the fish appear to be swimming in the pond.

"Allahu akbar's. Finally, I succeeded too."

Rejo saw a floating coconut fruit, and was still in a bound position. It's just, the coconut fruit is no longer hissing out bubbles.

People immediately rushed into the pool. They washed their bodies with pool water. In fact, the whole pond is actually for the princess, the princess of the King takes a bath.

Before long, residents began to put offerings on the edge of the pool. They burned incense again, by the pool, while praying to the gods. They believe, the clear water is because of the gods.

After that, most of them then pay their prayers to Rejo. Because they believe, whojo is a god incarnation.

"Only a drop of god can bring the water back to clear" murmured the citizens.

Rejo was not proud, instead he stepped away from the person who prayed to him.

"Okay everyone, I am just an ordinary young man. Don't pray to me" Rejo said as he retreated.

Not to mention Rejo could stay away from Fresh Pond, he was surprised by the arrival of the troop group that secured the Fresh Pond area.

Seen from afar, the royal horse approached with a young man no longer.

He is the king. Wikramaward. Who prefer the life of a hermit, although still ruling Majapahit.

"Son. Right, what I'm saying. You are more powerful than me. The proof, you can return the pool water back to clear. Congratulations son," said the King, patting Rejo's two shoulders, which were courting.

Rejo just found out, the figure he challenged to fight was actually the ruler of Majapahit.

"Please, my lord, I just found out that Panjenengan is king. Sorry for my stupidity."

"It's okay. Now, you meet your teacher, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro. He was one of my best friends. Let Kanjeng Syech explain everything."

"So....."

"really. I actually know and understand about this new religion called Islam, from my friend, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro. So, our previous meeting, I just tested you. And about your figure, I also already know from Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro."

"Well....."

Rejo surprised. He did not expect, that the opponent of this magic contest, already know with Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro. The figure of the guardian who followed Rejo in several trips in central Java.

"Kanjeng resi, if Kanjeng Resi already knows the truth of Islam, why not enter into this religion that Allah desires?" tanya Rejo ventured, in a loud voice.

This was intentional, so that the Majapahit residents who bowed their heads along the road were also heard.

"Son, religion is a belief. Hinduism has become the religion of this Kingdom, and I cannot leave Hinduism. What about my people. Let me be a hermit because of my faith. Of course, I will also get a swarga in accordance with my beliefs," said Wikramawardhana.

"So your Majesty only. What matters is that I have delivered what is. If you want to survive the afterlife, you should, embrace Islam," cried Rejo, so that all the rest of the people could listen.

Rejo who does not understand the world of prophecy, just scratching his head.

"Ah, it's up to the resi. I don't understand."

"Yes already. Now you have proved to be more powerful than I am. You have also understood that in this place of Majapahit there is nothing more powerful than you. The proof, many hermits are killed because they grusa-grusu. Already, I'm home, and you'll soon meet your teacher. Ask him what you don't know."

The elite army paved the way for the King. The inhabitants of Majapahit are still in an unseen state until their King is lost from sight.

As soon as the king passed, it was the turn of the inhabitants to rush towards Rejo.

In the eyes of the population, Rejo is a god drop.

Rejo, who was uncomfortable with the attitude of these residents, immediately ran away from the Pool of Degaran.

Rejo headed towards the house of Syech Jumadil Kubro, as the king pointed out.

Is correct.

Rejo gets a pretty big house, walled fort.

Upon entering the house, there were five people sitting in a joglo. Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro sits in a long chair.

(Syech Tomb of Jumadil Kubro, in the Tomb Complex of Troloyo, Trowulan, Mojokerto)

Presumably, the arrival of Rejo was anticipated by Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Assynalore."

"Waalaikum salam."

The six of them returned Rejo's greetings.

Rejo was rather startled, and looked towards the five majapahit, who were this bare-chested.

"Son, the five of them are already Muslims."

"Alhamdulillah."

Unfeelably, Rejo's tears were dripping.

"Why are you crying?"

Rejo immediately saluted, then sat down, lined up with five santri Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"I cried, because these five fathers could receive guidance, while the Majesty of Majapahit King whose knowledge is very high, actually more able to accept guidance."

"Hidayah, only God knows."

Rejo.

"Son, I know your struggle to return the water of Segaran pond to clear again. Really, pretty hard effort, yet very impressive. Surely, have you met Kakang Paduka Wikramawardhana?"

"True, Kanjeng Syech."

"What did he say?"

"I was told to ask Kanjeng Syech."

"Oh so. All right, what do you want to ask?"

Rejo excited.

Five students are also excited. They are sure to gain new knowledge.

"Kanjeng Shech's. Is it true, the events in the Jero Gorge first, namely Panjengan told me to make a pool, so that I have provisions to face King Wikramawardhana?"

"really. I've been preparing you for a long time."

"What's right, there's an element of inner energy, when I make a pond?"

"really. I planted the panaga in through your patience while looking for fish, and the movement of energy in it, is nothing but the movement of digging a pond. That's a step towards dealing with a high level of science among Hindus."

Rejo stunned.

"Son, know. You have passed the first test. Within you now flows tremendous inner energy. Unfortunately, all comes from Hinduism. As a Muslim, of course you must be able to find a way how the energy in it functions optimally without having to sacrifice aqidah and shariah."

Rejo.

"So, the challenge of Kakang Wikramawardhana is his effort to leave his strength to you. And you have succeeded. So, as a linuwih figure, he already knows that in you flowing swordsman blood is still pure. He actually entrusted knowledge to the body wadagmu. Starting with the color of red fresh pool water. Once you enter the pond continuously, in fact, the red color, slowly seeps into you. Movement is like digging a hole in the water, nothing but neutralizing the energy in the red color, so as not to affect you."

"Don't be surprised, to the point that your sweat is red. That's because that inherent inner energy is inside you."

"When the pool water turns blue, it's just a mere 'hoax. So that you will expend your greatest inner strength, as a final test to know that the energy in Kakang Wikramawardhana has penetrated in you. The proof, once hit by your inner shot, is all normal. The fish are coming back to life, and the color of the pool water is clearer than ever."

"So, what should I do? Actually, I want to neutralize the violent energy that is often uncontrollable. So that people can be wretched because of me. But now I am gaining strength in other Hindus, which makes me even more tormented."

"Why should you be tormented?"

"Then, what should I do, Kanjeng Syech?"

"Have you not been told that in this place of Majapahit there is nothing more powerful than you. If you want to get an equal opponent, are you not advised to go to the Siliwangi order. Challenge the descendants of Prabu Siliwangi to fight."

"Yes, Kanjeng Syech. Prabu Wikramawardhana said, there are magicians in Siliwangi place."

"Yes already. Depart there. Find her. Challenge him manly."

"Indeed right. Prabu Wikramawardhana said, there are figures who have the devotion of gods, in the land of Pajajaran. He is a descendant of Prabu Siliwangi, a country that was once subservient to Majapahit, but is now a large country. But what's his name?"

"Could be your opponent candidate is no longer young. But he is very powerful. If his name is not wrong, King Sangara. He is the third son of Prabu Siliwangi. His two brothers did not lose out. The first one is named Raden Walindamsang, but in the martial world is known as Kiai Kian Santang. And his sister, a female type, he was named Nyi Mas Rara Santang. If you meet all three, it is certain that you will have a worthy opponent."

"But is he young?"

"Of course not, Rejo. He's old. So, it has been very rich experience in the martial world, as well as in the world of statehood. I foresee that you will have trouble, if you match their devotion. All you can do is, you must be armed with common sense. Only by sheer intelligence will you be able to defeat one of them. On the contrary, if the three of them together attack you, I make sure that you will lose by a landslide."

Rejo.

"So great is their science?"

"Yes. Kanjeng Prabu Wikramawardhana is no match for any of them."

Rejo's a little choked up.

He imagined, to beat the science of magic Prabu Wikramawardhana alone, he had been struggling, especially against a figure who according to Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro, could beat the prabu Wikramawardhana easily.

"You scared?"

Rejo.

"But, do you not want to remove your cruelty? Of course, against them, you will learn a lesson.

Rejo.

"That's all you can get, as long as you don't die at their hands."

Rejo excited. And he wanted to further know his opponent candidate.

"Kanjeng Syech, what is the most powerful person in Java like?"

Syech Jumadil Kubro smiled, looking at Rejo's tense, yet feisty face.

"Your opponent candidate, whether it is Kiai Kian Santang, or Nyi Mas Rara Santang, or King Sangara, all three are assisted by the White Tiger demon. Actually, this demon is not their own, but serve their father, Prabu Siliwangi. This white tiger demon was defeated by Prabu Siliwangi in a battle for worship, at a waterfall. The white tiger demon, finally remained loyal to Pajajaran, even though Prabu Siliwangi had died. For that, I think you will have trouble dealing with it. Not to mention the power that their people have. Indeed, if there is a fight, you will be faced with life and death."

Rejo stunned.

"But, what you need to know, despite their high knowledge, the three of them have embraced Islam. Muslims are forbidden to kill each other. For if that happens, then the slain and the slain will go to hell."

Rejo. The tension on his face, began to loosen.

"Is it his weakness?"

"White tacan indeed occupies the highest position in the land of Java. And there's nothing better than a white tiger. All you can do is, fire is fought with fire. Tiger, fight with tiger."

"What is Kanjeng Syech?"

"You should have mastered the science of the tiger, to face the tiger. Is your science like a tiger?"

"I don't know, Kanjeng Syech?"

"You must know what knowledge you have mastered."

"How?"

"I don't know. Find it yourself."

"I don't know."

"Maybe you need to see Syech Belabelu again, to know your kind of knowledge. And Syech Belabelu, including a figure who mastered the science of tigers. You can learn from him."

"So, according to Kanjeng Syech, should I meet Kanjeng Syech Belabelu again, before I go to Pajajaran?"

"Fright."

"Alright kanjeng Syech, I'm leaving immediately."