Hawa Waha
A letter has come.

Waha put his head on my shoulder, and I hugged his body from the side. We don't talk about anything when we walk towards the direction near the Ayung River. Our minds drift thinking of the farewell we will do in a moment. Once I kissed the hair on her head, Waha spoiledly looked at my face.

"I don't want to part with you, baby"

"I will thus Rendra.but we must indeed part ways.I am powerless to reject all this" he said in a sad tone.

After walking for quite a long time we arrive at the place where Waha was imprisoned.2 statues stand there as a sign of where the prison is located.

On the banks of the Ayung river sat cross-legged under an old banyan tree Eyang Semar. Kasian.apparently he has been waiting for our arrival.

We sat down cross-legged facing him. I glanced at Waha's face. Although his face was looking at Semar's eyes but I could see both of his glassy eyes, his lips were trembling.

"Eyang.aku is ready to go" said Waha in a soft voice.

My heart stopped hearing Waha's words.

"Njjih..Birendra, I will touch your forehead.after that you can touch the forehead of Waha Puspa. Once you touch Waha will be gone from this world, his body will disappear forever. And then I go back home."

"Good eye" I said.

Waha placed his left hand near his navel and his right hand into his chest. He looked at me and smiled sweetly, the brightest smile he gave me...Eyang Semar raised his fat right hand gently he touched my forehead. Like there's a blast of cold air touching in.

Eyang Semar lowered his head giving his isarat.

I turned my face to look at Waha. The girl had closed her eyes, her lips were as if she was reading something. Slowly I raised my hand and touched the forehead of Waha's head.

The girl's head was lowered automatically after I touched her forehead. From the start of his legs looks white smoke billowing cover the lower part of his body. Slowly covered his entire body so that I could not see Waha's figure.

I looked at the thick plume of smoke beside me and when all the smoke had disappeared as well as the figure of Waha he had vanished. There is only a small keris, Anom Melati keris.

Eyang Semar looked at me..

"Birendra, the work is done.it's time to go back into the keris. When I come in you can go back inside"

"Njjih eyang.thank you for all this" I saluted him respectfully.

Just like Waha, an equally terrible incident of white smoke billowed and the old figure disappeared.

I took 2 heirloom chips and I slipped them on my left and right waists. I noticed where the former Waha was sitting, the grass still felt warm. From inside my pants pocket I picked up a jasmine flower and with a single kiss I had vanished from that realm.

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Not long after I had returned to the real world, it turned out my position when I was back under the mango tree behind the house. It was still early in the morning, birds had just woken up and they were heard greeting each other in the cold morning. They might even be confused to see a human figure that suddenly appears sitting cross-legged.

There was one empty feeling when I entered the real world. Usually beside me there is Waha but now he is gone. Other than infinite sadness I have a hollow feeling.

Weary and tired, I walked into the house. When I had just entered the kitchen area I heard the outside door being knocked slowly. Turns out Mr. Dirman just came in.

"Well.have you woken up?" ask Mr. Dirman.

"Oh yes I woke up very early before the dawn prayer I had woken up.How is the situation that hurts?"

"Yes, thank God he healed.Sorry I was a long time at home"

"It's okay sir.the important thing is all safe.pak I want to take a shower first yes"

"Monggo.want hot water bred?"

"Accept for sir"

When I entered the room, the shawl that Waha gave me flicked and I laid it on the bed beside 2 pieces of my broken keris.

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And after all the business in Australia was done I started living in Yogyakarta. But the business of opening a restaurant and cafe I had to postpone first. My experience of going into the goib is really draining all my energy and mind. My time is still long, all I have to arrange as best as possible. After the Waha matter is over I have to start the whole planning from the beginning again.

However, the,..one afternoon when I was relaxing in the back yard eating fried bananas made by Mr. Dirman my gaze was fixed on an object that floated lightly like cotton coming down from the top of the mango tree.

I watched from far away it was like a golden piece of paper. It fell right under the tree. That afternoon the clock showed at 5 o'clock. And the sun was ready to leave the earth, although there was still the rest of the light that illuminated my backyard.

I stood up and walked over to the thing lying on the grass.

A beautiful gold-colored paper and there looks written in black ink. The writing style is like ancient Javanese script writing but may also be Balinese. I leaned over and looked up.

But when the gold paper I lifted felt the heat stinging my skin. It just so happened that Mr. Dirman came out of the kitchen door.

"Sir! here sir!" I said call Mr. Dirman.

"Njjih.why Mas?"

"Try to see that grazed gold paper"

Mr. Dirman looked and watched carefully.

"Don't hold it, sir!" I said I saw him touch her.

"Oh why?"

"So I tried to lift it, it was very hot like it was rich in hot irons"

Mr. Dirman then just looked from afar..

"It's like an ancient Javanese script or it could be Bali.if this paper can be lifted I will take it to my brother Mas Dargo, he's an ancient Javanese linguist.Where did it come from?"

"I was casually coffee from afar it looks like this paper went down slowly floating buoyant by the wind"

"Ko sakep once yes paper.gini try to call Mas Dargo here coincidence he again play at my house"

I let Mr. Dirman pick up his phone while I watched the beautiful paper.

With a dry leaf I tried to open the whole paper. At the bottom there is a stamp.

"Salah Mas.sekuntu Mas Dargo want to come here he said, it happens that he is also a person who knows Sanskretan language"

"Sir.it saw there is a red and black stamp on the bottom" said I.

"Oh yes yes.but this paper is like new.I mean as if it will be newly made"

Suddenly I smelled in the air blowing in the wind...

"Why Mas?"

"Mboten.like there's hawane Waha"

"Sinten to Mas?"

"Sir.ndak what sir" I replied, looking back. Did he reappear??

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