Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 276 Searching for Weapon Materials
Batari Mahadevi and Nala were in the dark bowels of the earth. They were forced to light a fire in their hands to light up the darkness.
“Earth's stomach in our world is really different from the world of three moons,” said Nala.
“You are right, there the bowels of the earth are still illuminated by the crystal walls of fire. While here, we can only find small pieces of fire crystals that can not illuminate this cave,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“It looks like this cave was once a river of fire, then changed into a waterway that was pushed up into a waterfall,” said Nala.
“Until now we have not found the main river and found a path that is still passed by fire,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Maybe we have to browse again to really get to the bottom to find the river of fire,” Nala said.
“That can't be Nala. It's the same thing we have to break down these layers of goa. And if we do, then the lava will be pushed out and become a new volcano in Cemara Seribu,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“You're right. Then what about the materials we need?” ask Nala.
“If this cave was once a path of fire, then the materials we need are already here without us having to go down further into the earth. Take any fire crystals or crystals and any mustika stones that you think have good power. I will choose the best metal here,” said Batari Mahadewi.
The two peerless warriors were busy dismantling the walls and floor of the cave in search of various materials to make heirloom weapons.
“That's enough, Nala. We'll take these materials upstairs. All we get is to make about fifteen or twenty weapons,” said Batari Mahadevi. It compacts and holds together those small metal chunks for easy carrying.
“Lhat Dance, I found a good item!” nala. He hurried to bring a big piece of green-gold glowing stone.
“It's like diamond but golden green. Good, we examine the materials we get later on,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Come, I need some fresh air,” said Nala. The two moved swiftly and agilely down the dark, narrow passageways.
When it was almost close to the mouth of the cave, then the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief. Batari Mahadevi and Nala put all the ingredients they get in the mouth area of the cave which is usually used for meditation. There, they both planned to create weapons. In addition to cool with waterfall tempias, the place also has good energy.
“It turns out the day is late afternoon, Nala. means we have been all day in the bowels of the earth,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“We have been looking for the ingredients for a long time. But it didn't feel long. You're going home?” ask Nala.
“Yes, I will accompany my mother,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“What if I stay here with Ivory's brother and grandfather?” ask Nala.
“It is better,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
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“Why don't your friends come to dinner here?” ask the mother.
“They want to stay in padepokan for a while,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“Hahaha, I do not understand the thoughts of the warriors. They don't feel at home. Surely Ki Gading's shoes are more interesting than here, right? Said the Mother.
“Not really, mom. They just shy and do not want to be too troublesome mother,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“Lelaki it, Nala. he is very dashing and handsome Dance. You are also very beautiful,” Nyi Turmeric did not continue her words. Yes, for a mother, it will certainly be happy if her adult daughter has a partner. “Day, even though you have become a swordsman now, it is not wrong if you have a partner. Many warriors do not want to get married until old age. But my mother felt that living alone was more difficult. Everyone, sometimes need friends to tell stories and share. If we ourselves, in old age, if we are sick, there is no one who can take care of every moment.”
The words of the mother so touched the feelings of Batari Mahadevi.he should not forget that occasionally he had to see his mother. After all, it was the woman who had bothered to take care of him since he was a baby.
“Impardon Mother's dance, only now Dance home to see mother,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Mother understands Dance. Your responsibilities are big. Mom's fine here. All neighbors are like brothers. There were some neighbors asking who you were. I answered that it was you. They don't believe. Of course, I can't believe it if you don't tell the story yourself. Now take a shower, then we eat. After that mom will tell you something,” said Nyi Turmeric.
“Good mother,” said Batari Mahadewi.
The dinner available at the table was very simple, vegetable and rice with side dishes of sambal and salted fish. Tomorrow morning before leaving for padepokan, Batari Mahadewi plans to hunt deer in the forest, then preserved into smoked meat that can last for several days. He wanted to pamper his mother, and of course his own stomach.
Lucky people in Cemara Seribu, because nature still provides abundant resources. However, Nyi Turmeric was only an old woman. He could not hunt large animals, or even fish like the men in the village. All he could do was collect dried twigs, mushrooms, vegetables, fruits, or roots of medicinal plants that he usually collected and sold to the market in the village next door to connect his life, buy some kitchen necessities such as salt and salted fish that are impossible to get in Cemara Seribu.
With that simple menu, the mother and daughter ate dinner happily and gratefully.
“Well, here's what I want to tell you.” Nyi Turmeric handed over a square and flat object after he and Batari Mahadewi finished eating. It was a celestial mustika, one of the rare mustikas used by the gods for a specific purpose.
Batari Mahadevi observed the object. He knew many secret scripts written on the mustika.he planned to study them later when he was about to sleep.
“Where did you get this thing?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“So my son, I actually found you when I was a baby. I don't know where you're from, but I do know that since your baby you've been a special child. It's like the gods purposely gave you to mom. I found this thing with you in a basket. I kept it all this time and wanted to let you know when you were an adult. Now you are an adult and you deserve to know this,” said Nyi Turmeric.
Nyi Turmeric felt relieved. The thing he had been hiding he had been saying. Her tears fell. She was afraid of disappointing her son. But the girl was, after all, a divine hand. From the beginning he knew that he would part with Batari Mahadevi sooner or later.
Batari Mahadevi was not surprised by this. He had known it long ago from the god-grandfather in the three-month world. Cuddled by the mother who has been kind enough to take care of him lovingly, “Thank you very much, mother. I will remain your son,” whispered Batari Mahadewi.