LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 25 (Part 2) The Queen.. (Ian, Ute & Pras)

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This morning Ian arrived earlier than expected. The sky was still dark yet the aura of kindness emanating from his body brightened the day. He politely talked with our owner and asked permission to take us for a walk to the Queen Kalinyama tomb complex, which is not too far away.

Our host mother and father are very friendly and despite being old, but they have not been given children, which is why when they find out there is a plan to visit Praja to their village, they eagerly proposed themselves to be one of the houses that could be used as a Praja home-stay and this is where we (me and a girl friend of mine) lived.

Every night they entertained us with many delicious dishes. They never covered the pleasure that came from really liking our presence. Often I find them looking at me with a view that is difficult to understand. But since the aura coming out of their bodies was friendly in color and there was not the slightest bit of evil aura, I chose to just enjoy their attention.

When I woke up, my roommate was still immersed in her dream world. I could not bear to wake him and spread a beautiful dream that he seemed to be experiencing if he looked at the young pink aura that was emanating from his body. So I just got myself ready and left behind a piece of paper that suggested that Ian and I would walk early in the morning to the famous Queen Kalinyamat Tomb area.

Queen Kalinyamat, in the eyes of the villagers is a capable and respected queen. It is said that he had twice sent his war fleet to attack Malacca, although the attack failed and many of his soldiers were killed and his fleet was damaged and sunk. But his figure is still loved by the citizens and his genealogy of authenticity is very honorable. He was the grandson of Raden Patah, the founder of Demak Kingdom. His father was named Prince Trenggana, one of Raden Patah's children. One of his brothers was named Sunan Prawata. The name Kalinyamat is a nickname because it resides in Kalinyamat. Queen Kalinyamat with Prince Attending.

When we finally reached the tomb complex of Queen Kalinyamat, although the sky is still temaran and the lights of the complex have been partially extinguished, we can still see the condition of the tomb is still very well preserved. In addition to the tomb of Queen Kalinyamat and some of her relatives, there are also the remains of the ancient Mantingan mosque in the complex. There is also a stone inscription inscribed with candrasengkala with Javanese letters and language, reads ‘Rupa Brahmana Warsa Sari’, which is estimated to be made in 1481 Saka or 1559 AD. But the ancient Mosque of Mantingan no longer exists today and on it has been erected a new mosque, which is also very magnificent but still looks cool.

The tomb of Queen Kalinyamat is right behind the Mantingan Mosque. There, Queen Kalinyamat was buried next to the tomb of her husband, Prince Hadlirin.

According to the first person we greeted when entering the tomb area, at that time he was turning off the manual lighting one by one, which turned out to be the Key Master of the Tomb of Queen Kalinyamat, Mr. Ali Safii, who was the Tomb Master, the place never has visitors. "If the pass of many pilgrims it is usually fitting on Friday night wage, like semalem, this place is full of pilgrims.” he said politely, he said, looking at me with a respectful look as if amazed and almost as if not trusting his old eyes. The aura that emanated from his ancient body was a bright orange-colored veiled light purple, which was filled with adoration and question marks, making my heart as recognizable but also wondering.

While continuing to walk towards the lighting of one lamp with another, Pak Ali also had time to say, if in the Islamic new year or in the month of Muharam will be held a number of events. In the calculation of Java in the month of Suro there will be a ceremony at the Tomb of Queen Kalinyamat. But because of the conditions of the Thanksgiving pandemic was held simply. "Suro 1st there will be a Thanksgiving event starting the year, then Suro 10th there is a celebration of victory day, but it seems that today the thanks are held simply. There is no crowd like before." explained Mr. Ali, still with a look of admiration towards me, which seemed to start also felt Ian.

"Every year is commemorated twice, haul Sultan Hadirin and haul Ratu Kalinyamat is accompanied by the anniversary of Jepara Regency. But sorry yes, Gusti Raden Ayu is whose name and who lives where if I may know" he said again focused on me, whereas the one who had invited him to speak was Ian.

“Oh please forgive our impoliteness for not introducing ourselves earlier sir. We are the president of a government seminary school that is doing fieldwork in Jepara Regency. We live not far from here and will start working for approximately one month at the Mantingan Village office, starting from Monday tomorrow. My name is Ian sir, this is my friend Ute.” Ian answered while thrusting his hand to shake hands.

“Oh Den Gung Ian what is the relationship if you can know with Gusti Raden Ayu Ute this?” he asked again not a glimpse of Ian but then looked back at my face. The sentence of the question had made us both confused to answer, especially with the frills of the frown that he pinned when calling our names.

“Sorry sir, my name is Ute, just called Ute only. I am not a descendant of Javanese nobility or nobility, my father is from Kalimantan and mother from Sulawesi sir, so there is no need to add Gusti Raden everything in front of my name. Ian and I have been friends for a long time sir, in addition to friends yes we have nothing to do.” I replied with an amused smile but still showing respect, while thrusting my hands to shake hands with him.

His next reaction also again surprised us, with a respectful attitude, he bent one knee and brought his two hands that had been cupped touching a glimpse of my hand while saying: “Gusti Raden Ajeng Ute, who has been caught, kados pundhi pakabarenipun?” (translation: “Yang Mulia Ute, how is it?”)

By reflex I held both sides of his shoulder to guide him straighten his body again and asked: “Sorry sir, I don't understand Javanese and I'm fine right?”

“Alright Mr. Ali, my father's honor, but I have a request that I ask you to fulfill yes.” I said then after being silent for a while and looking at each other with Ian who also looked a bit confused but not too surprised, it seemed that somehow Ian had expected something like this to happen.

“Menopo ingkang Kulo ayae, Gusti Raden Ajeng Ute?” said the father again remains with a look of respect maybe even worship that does not decrease in level, the aura emanated from his body has now been colored bright purple. (translation: “What should I do your majesty?”)

“I ask Mr. Ali not to spread the incident of the introduction of the father to me this. I need to investigate the origin of my descendants, be it from my parents or grandparents, before the news becomes excited and there will be many questions to me later. So I beg you to be able to keep the incident of our meeting a secret yes.” pinta me while again guiding his figure to rise to his feet.

“Kanjeng Gusti Raden Ajeng Ute, nyuwon pangapunten, yenipun kulo mboten saget overflow nyadong duko.” he replied with fear and an increasingly dark purple aura. (translation: Sorry Kangjeng Gusti Raden Ajeng Ute, I can't do it)

“Please do it sir, I beg you very much and we also all say goodbye sir. May you and your family continue to be blessed by God for long life and health. Thank you.” I said again, do not understand what Mr. Ali said earlier, but from the aura that came out it seems he was forced to refuse my request. Then I pulled out Ian's hand to leave the location immediately.

Ian just followed me while not forgetting to give a look as if to say: “I told you so..” (translation: Can I say also what)

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This is our umpteenth day office in Mantingan Village Office, Jepara. We stayed one week to follow the PPL. We have done a lot to improve government administration, both physically office and population affairs that we make more in the digital direction. Ian's extended family sent me several computer devices to support the administration at the village office and I contacted my friend to provide internet services in the village. Friends who are good at IT create a village office web and have managed to document important letters related to several heritage sites located in our village.

As usual, Ian was already waiting for about 5 minutes in front of the house we were staying in when we were ready to leave. After saying goodbye to Mom and Dad at home, we headed to the village office.

“You are more glowing loh ‘te.” said Ian opened the chat in the morning.

“Ach time seh? Maybe because of the fresh air that some time lately we have breathed?” I replied as if I had guessed the direction of our conversation.

“Or maybe because you are enjoying the worship of citizens here? Who is not proud that their Great Queen is PPL in their village. Being a servant of the people in the real sense?” her teasing further increased the annoyance I felt.

From a young age, I was used to being the center of attention. Being the daughter of people who are influential and have a lot of talent and attractive physical appearance, makes me often used as a talking material and not infrequently also become a ridicule for jealousy. Yet all that attention can be counted as truly sincere fingers because they care or care for my well-being. Most of them approached me to get something, whether it was business cooperation with my mother or legal protection from my father, or even a little division of property from my Eyeang or Opa/oma. It was only this time that I had abundant adoration with no tendency but the opportunity to give my best to his lord. And they have, by acclamation, designated me as a droplet or even a direct descendant of Queen Kalinyamat, who could also be considered as the savior of the citizens in this village.

Deliveries of crops and crafts, as well as fruits, food and home-cooked foods that are not small, always approach the house where we live in the meantime. Initially only from residents around the village, but increasingly it has started from neighboring villages and out of nowhere again. Not only commoners who took the time to stop by, but community leaders and cultural figures also often visit to just talk and take pictures with me. They brought the deity and with both hands respectfully handed it to me. If I happened to be not home, they would be willing to wait for hours just to be able to meet me. These two parents where we live even ran out of food storage and finally after asking me for permission, again distributed the ingredients to other residents who are more in need.

At first my classmates were amazed by my determination as a droplet or direct descendant of Queen Kalinyamat, but after some time they finally got used to it as well and even started to make this as a teasing material, as Ian had just done. They seemed to be enjoying the sense of carelessness and discomfort I felt as a result of the excessive adoration I was experiencing.

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