THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 5: Sunan Ampel's Guards

CHAPTER V

The Sunan Ampel Guards

Not felt, poor transverse in the world of Persilatan in Java, spent the age of Rejo. Now, at the age of about 50 years, Rejo finally chose to stop trying to undermine the legacy of the Swadaraya Resi.

He has proved, very few warriors in the land of Java who can match his knowledge.

It has been tried many times to eliminate the science of the curse in him, by challenging the magicians. However, instead of missing, even the knowledge obtained from Mount Tidar, as if more powerful. Because, fighting is not like a mere match training.

Naturally, if Rejo chose to remain silent. There was no use for him to try to eliminate this knowledge of curse.

Throughout his wandering throughout Java, in fact, Rejo had heard about the lunge of the second generation of guardians in the land of Java. One group is dubbed Wali Sanga.

Rejo heard, that among the guardians, there is the name of Sunan Kali Jaga who is famous for being very wise, or Sunan Muria who is also a burly swordsman. Even the figure of Sunan Gunung Giri, who is famous for the beauty and prowess of his swordplay.

However, as a figure who already knows Syech Belabelu, Syech Jumadil Kubro, and knows the name of Syech Subakir, making Rejo keder, once knowing they are the successors of the struggle to broadcast Islam in Java.

"Of course, the members of this songo guardian are very powerful, is not Syech Belabelu, Syech Subakir and Syech Jumadil Kubro also famous sakti?" rejo murmur.

He also heard about the guardian figure who did not want to submit to human rules, namely Syech Lemah Bang, or Syech Siti Jenar.

Rejo's hopes have been dashed to erode the science of the curse.

And finally Rejo chose to settle in a small bamboo forest, located between two fiefdoms. That is the Perdikan Land led by Duke of Bungkul and Yellow Ribang Perdikan Land led by Ki Wirozeroyo. These two dukes were famous for being very powerful.

Several times, disguised as a firewood finder, Rejo was often present in the fiefland, to know and learn the behavior of the Duke of Bungkul or Duke Ki Wirozeroyo. Even Rejo often peeped at these two magicians when practicing canoragan science.

It seemed, never bored for Rejo to learn the actions of these two powerful people.

Despite being half a century old, Rejo still looks stocky and sturdy, in a thin and tall body.

Remarkably Rejo, since settling in the bamboo forest between these two fief lands, he had never once exhibited his knowledge. He was very careful about this science, because he was afraid of not being able to control himself so that the knowledge of the heritage of Mount Tidar controlled him, and he became violent.

Be the figure of Rejo as a wood seeker, or hunt fish in Kali Mas, which is not far from the Land of Bungkul Consists.

A few years living here, Rejo actually got a lesson after lesson by peeping, stealing hearing, or just a story from the residents in two fiefs.

Rejo saw that in these two fiefs there were different customs.

If in Bungkul, both the ruler and the citizens, are happier with a simple life, and they continue to practice knowledge and hone sincerity.

Complex Tomb of Mbah Karimah (Ki Wirozeroyo), originally a palace of Yellow Ribang fiefland).

While in the Yellow Ribang Perdikan Land, Ki Wirozeroyo, which is known to be very powerful, prefers to hold a cockfight. So happy cockfighting, he has eleven chickens that are all proven champions. Almost every once a week, Ki Wirozeroyo always hold a cockfight.

Not a few chickens belonging to the dukes were easily defeated by the chicken belonging to Ki Wirozeroyo. In fact, if the challenge arises, the enemy is told to choose one enemy among the eleven chickens owned by Ki Wirozeroyo.

Rejo often hurts this cockfight.

In fact, often the canoragan sciences are deposited into chickens before fighting. So, actually, this cockfight, is nothing but a science fight between its owners. Amazingly, Ki Wiroseroyo's chicken always wins.

Because Rejo was tired of the canon world, he did not want to show his identity. He even crowded a lot with people who watched the cockfight. Actually Rejo felt the flashes or lightening of the inner energy coming from outside the arena. However, Rejo is only ‘enjoy’ that sensation alone. And all can be overcome easily by Duke Ki Wirozeroyo.

However, for the land of the Duke of Bungkul fief, although Rejo often peeked at various activities that led to the canoragan, Rejo did not dare.

Rejo had indeed heard that Duke Bungkul was one person who contributed to the Majapahit Kingdom. He was given the Bungkul Perdikan Land, as a form of court thank you.

In addition, the placement of the Duke of Bungkul near Kali Mas, is very important as the entrance to the Majapahit kingdom in the interior.

So, this Bungkul Duke as the first doorstop to repel the attackers who passed the river.

Rejo heard the story, that the Duke of Bungkul had embraced Islam. The Islamic is Raden Rahmad, a figure of the Majapahit royal family, who now lives in the Perdikan Land of Ampel Denta.

Rejo heard that in Ampel Denta there was a pesantren, a place to teach Islam. In this pesantren, have enough santri.

In fact, Raden Mercy herself is the son-in-law of this Bungkul Duke.

However, Rejo has never met the figure named Raden Rahmad. Also, Rejo has never visited the boarding school Ampel Dento.

It's just that, who intrigued Rejo, a figure who could Islamize the Duke of Bungkul, definitely not a random person. He must have had a high degree of canoragan science. In fact, being raised to be a daughter-in-law.

“Who is Raden Rahmat?” muttered Rejo, while peering at the activities in the Bungkul Perdikan Land.

Especially when residents of Tanah Perdikan Bungkul and his troops, practice pencak silat. From his hiding place, Rejo could feel the profound prowess of the training arena.

To that end, Rejo was actually curious, how tall would this person who could Islamize the Humpback Duke be?

Of course, his knowledge is much higher.

However, all of those questions were immediately buried within Rejo, as he was immersed in the sound of bamboo chrysanthemums while in his home. The incredible calm Rejo felt.

Until one moment, when he walked picking firewood. From a distance he saw a cloaked figure walking towards him.

Seeing a figure that had not been seen for a long time, made Rejo thump.

Rejo stops looking for firewood, and stands sculpting.

“Who is he?”

“Surely, he's a Muslim, because he's robed.”

“Look, he's much younger than me. Of course he is highly knowledgeable, because, not all people here can accept foreign figures who are Muslim. He dared to show his identity, of course he can protect himself if there is an attack.”

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Seen, despite being young, the robed man was barefooted, and wearing clogs sandals, made of old teak wood.

When it was within sight, the robed young man nodded his head, and smiled.

Rejo returned a smile and also a nod of the head.

Not a word came out of the mouths of the two.

This robed young man looked straight ahead without even glancing.

Only Rejo was trying to steal a glance at this young man.

The posture is firm and a bit fat. Yellow skin and slightly slender eyes. The path is steady, and graceful. There was no hesitation in stepping. The robe though not new, and full of dust at the bottom, still looks neat and clean.

“Of course this young man in robes is not a random person. His walking style shows him to be a learned figure and from among the kingdom. Who is he?”

Their distance is getting further away. The cloaked figure walked towards the north. Rejo continued to look at the young man's cloaked back until it disappeared around the corner.

The next meeting, at the same place, made Rejo curious.

He deliberately stood right in the middle of the path, to block.

"Sir, why do you cover the road? Doesn't anyone have the right to go down this road?" ask this robed young man.

"Young man, this is a public road. But, I we met here, a few days ago, I see you are not a random person. Your steps are firm and steady, calm, and your breath is very regular, indicating that you are not an indiscriminate person. I was just wondering, who are you, young man?"

"Father, isn't it just a question, who am I, there's no need to commit wrongdoing by closing the road?"

"Young people, of course, if I don't close the road, we don't face each other like this."

"Lantas, if you've faced this way, what do you really want? Robbing me? Or challenge me?"

"Not young. I don't want to rob nor do I want to challenge. I just want to get acquainted."

"Young man, then, I apologize. Not that I want to challenge sampeyan."

"It's already gone, you're closing the road. Then you challenge me."

Rejo confusion.

Rejo saw, in front of him this figure of a burly young man who was rather fat, clean skinned, with narrow eyes but his gaze sharply rained down.

Even Rejo had been overcome with fear and regret that he had closed the path of this young man.

"If you don't challenge, let me challenge you to fight. Please wait for my arrival, anytime, I will try out some moves against the Father. Whatever time. In essence, once we meet, then we will fight manly, anywhere," the young man challenged.

"Son, I am old, you are disrespectful to parents."

"In the martial world there is no young old. Who is there, who closes the way, means he is challenging. That'sthat's all. All right sir, please give me a way, for this time. But, next meeting, we'll fight."

Rejo slightly tilted his body.

The young man with a fragrant myak whose fragrance gently flashed past Rejo.

Rejo just stared with a fretful feeling.

"Can I beat this very confident youngster? Who's she?"

After that, for days Rejo did not dare to go out of his hut, for fear of meeting the dashing young man. He hesitated, will he win the fight.

It's just, Rejo who did spend a lot of time to wander this, did not last too long in the hut. He chose to go out.

However, how shocked Rejo, the young man in robes, was already standing not far from his home.

Rejo was shocked and motionless.

"I've been waiting in front of Dad's house, a few days. I know, my dad is in the house. For that, I just wait, so we can fight."

Rejo. His chest pounded.

"I know that in the hut of the father there is a fine sword from Mataram. Please take it and use the fight."

Rejo was shocked. For the sword of the Hindu Mataram kingdom, hidden very neat and invisible, between two bamboo poles.

Rejo was hypnotized, turned into the hut and took his sword.

This time, they were really facing off.

"As per my challenge, if we meet anywhere, we will fight."

Rejo held the sword in his left hand.

"Now, let's fight here."

Please pass the sword. I will be armed with this prayer beads" said the young man, showing his prayer beads.

Rejo did not react.

"Please draw the sword."

Rejo remained silent.

"Sir, please draw his sword."

Rejo started to be forced.

"I'd better learn this young man's science. There's no harm in trying."

Rejo started to pull the sword hilt.

Surprisingly, as if there was a very strong pulute, the sword was unable to escape from the warangka.

Rejo was shocked.

He then exerted a maximum amount of power, in order to pull the sword from the warangka.

Still can't.

The handle seems to blend with the warangka.

A few times I tried, I failed.

"Oh, so the sword won't come out of the warangka. All right, then, we better fight empty-handed."

The robed young man put down his cane and his prayer beads. He stood with his bare hands, but only stood straight.

"Please open the horses."

Rejo was surprised.

Let alone to open the horses, to move the hand only he was unable to.

His feet began to tingle.

And suddenly his legs go limp.

Rejo fell in a sitting position.

The young man approached.

He held two shoulders of Rejo, to help him stand up.

"Father, introduce, my name is Raden Rahmat, from Ampel Denta."

Once he heard the name Ampel called, Rejo chose to sit down and pray respectfully.

"Oh, so the genengan is Raden Rahmat from the famous Majapahit kingdom?"

"Really, Father. Now, I live in Ampel Denta."

“So, genengan is the daughter-in-law of the powerful Duke of Bungkul? And the genie that Islamized him?”

“Father, all because of Allah's will swt.”

Rejo chose to stay down. Although he was young, but in front of him, was a figure who had a clear line of struggle, the target was right, the step was sure. Rejo compared himself to this youngster, very unequaled.

Rejo spent his life looking for a great opponent, just because he wanted to unleash the magic of the legacy of the Rishi Swadaraya. However, this young man made his age much more meaningful by doing Islamic proselytizing, like the guardians known to Rejo before.

For that reason, Rejo respects, in a down-down manner.

“Please excuse me. This is a road that I often go through, but in the past I did not find the Father. Where did this father come from? And what's the name of Mr?”

Rejo begins to describe his life journey.

Raden Rahmat sat under a bamboo tree.

Rejo continues his life story.

“So, Mr Rejo has met with kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro?”

“True. In fact, I get some science hints from him.”