Hawa Waha
Keris Jantring Mas

My name is Berindra Mangkuardoyo, born in 1988 in Yogyakarta. The coolest year according to my father because he was a big fan of football, the European team he loved the most at that time was the Netherlands, he said, and that year the Dutch team defeated the Soviet Union in a European cup football match to become the champion.

Because my father worked in Bandung then I graduated my high school at SMA 1 Bandung and continued to study at Sekolah Tinggi hospitality in Bandung.

After graduating from hospitality school in 2010, I moved to Australia and started working there. I nurtured work experience from zero to finally becoming a marketing coordinator for a hotel group in Melbourne Australia.

At the beginning of my career many challenges but with perseverance and full of spirit I continue to cultivate my career in the country of people.

The story of my life journey can be said not to be the same as other people. My life is full of challenges but it is also unique and even I find it strange.

I can sort the story of the beginning of this strangeness starting when in 2019 I planned that it was the last year of living in Australia. Early in 2020 I want to go home and open my own business in Yogyakarta, my hometown.

But before I move in total I want to go home holiday first all to find out where the business location that I will open, business knowledge that I will start is a restaurant and cafe. Therefore, location is very important.

At first everything was interesting and full of happiness. Before I went back to Yogyakarta, I had the initiative to stop by the island of Bali to meet my old friend when studying hospitality in Bandung. Coincidentally I also loved the Balinese keris, at that time I had collected 4 Balinese keris. I thought maybe on this holiday I would invite my friend to find one more kris as my collection.

This is where my weird adventure started..But, maybe it's good before we get into the contents of my story I'll introduce anyone involved.

They're..

Mangku Suriarta, an old friend who I knew since college in Bandung first and now has become my prey in his area in Ubud.

Amala Okhta my wife Suriarta.

Waha Puspa a ghoib figure on the banks of the Ayung river.

Gusti Karnia the evil ghoib figure of the head of the Serpatya sect twigs from the Genepatya sect. One of the sects that often get criticism from the people of Bali at that time because of their rather strange actions.

Those are the four names that involve a lot of events in my life in 2019.

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"Waaah.You're going back to Indonesia?!" A happy voice came out from the mouth of my old friend Suriarta.

"So dong.the 15th of tomorrow I've landed in Bali, I play at home ya"

"Monggo hehe" he joked.

As a result the deal happened and on the 16th morning I really came to his house.

I was shocked to find out that this old friend of mine was now a magus. Though he was young and the same time in college in Bandung we often go out at night, sing and stay with his poke as well as our young people often spend fun time together.

"I salute you for being my ma'am, can you?" my many.

"Yes I myself did not expect but someone so my prey is not arbitrary and it turns out because of the approval of parents and pastors who say that I was the droplet of an ancient stakeholder..funny time to learn all the mantras and the way to pray is really flowing very easily" Suriarta said with a smile.

"Thank God I'm pretty proud of you"

"So the plan he said he would open a business in Yogyakarta? So what do you like about the collection of kris?"

"Yes.makanya I vacation to Indonesia first want to see the location first, suitable or not..If the keris problem is what I mean to stop by this Bali, I want to have another kris"

"Wah ko happened to be.., the problem is my uncle in Buleleng once said that one day this krisku will be taken away by your friend..What does he mean is you? The time is perfect yes"

"Oh yeah? Let's go there today.my time is only 2 days in Bali. We'll see the keris"

Not long after a beautiful woman came out from behind the door of the house with a tray containing 2 cups of Balinese coffee.

"Loh.this is what you talked to me about? Weh smart you look for a soul mate..Hello mba I sensed" said I introduced myself.

The woman smiled sweetly and gave her handwriting to me.

"Darling.., I happen to have no show today. We're going to play Buleleng to uncle's house"

"Please.later dinner here Berindra later we prepare dinner" replied Amala.

"Each mba, thank you in advance"

After speaking ngalor ngidul about 11 o'clock we leave by Suriarta vehicle to Buleleng.

I feel very happy, because this is a very good moment to see an ancient Balinese keris. I have always loved the Balinese keris. They have a beautiful aura as beautiful as the curves and carvings that only Balinese kris have.

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Only unfortunate when we have reached the place of his uncle Suriarta, it turns out that the uncle named I Gusti Rokiyan is very sick.

Suriarta and I sat by her bed, and there lay an old man with a face full of wrinkles, but despite being sick he still tried to put a smile on us.

"Thank you for stopping by, funny yes last night I had a dream that someone would come over you were present"

"Yes glad we are here, I happened to bring an old friend.he was on vacation to Bali and looking for Balinese kris for his collection"

The old man looked at me while continuing to throw his smile.

"When you came here, actually my feeling was that this is the person.hehehe Suarta helped me stand up"

Suarta approached and helped her uncle to sit in bed. The man's hand reached for a stick he began to stand.

The uncle walked towards the glass cupboard in the corner of the room, one of the glass doors of the closet he opened and pulled out a keris whose entire body was wrapped in white cloth.

When the keris was removed from the glass cabinet, the entire room instantly became fragrant, its aura mystical yet soothing.

The uncle sat back in bed. He looked at me while stroking the draped keris.

"Son.buy this white cloth and take out the blade of the keris. If you can pull out this kris.means this kris is yours"

I was confused to hear the uncle's words, but I received it from his hand. It was very heavy, not like a regular keris.

The white cloth cover I let go, it turns out that what I hold is not a Balinese keris but a Javanese keris.

"Oh java keris ngggeh?" my many.

The man smiled..

After I read Basmalah slowly I began to pull the keris from the sheath. It was not difficult to let go even he was like there was a force pushing out of his place.

The keris was so fragrant, the carvings were beautiful I automatically fell in love with the blade..As if 2 people who have not seen for a long time, my heart was so excited, I slowly brought my face closer and kissed the keris.

The uncle smiled broadly at the scene.

"Suarta, this is the original owner.keris Jantring Mas has returned his property"

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