Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 300 The God's Heirloom Flute
Nala went somewhere far away and deserted. Feeling himself part of the ground, he knows where to go if he wants gold, silver, or other metals that are useful for making heirloom weapons.
It didn't take much gold or silver to create an heirloom flute. But he also did not want to look for the exhausting gold crumbs. He wanted to find a large gold lump. If only the gold he created could be used as material, of course he did not have to bother. The gold of his own creation will actually be a flute of black power, as possessed by black warriors to attack white warriors. Like for example, the devil's flute.
Nala reached a river. He knew that under the river there was a lot of gold and other precious metals. So he created a large hole on the river bank by making the soil, sand, and rocks around it lifted up, then he dropped it into one place into a mound of earth material that soared high.
Meanwhile, the hole he created was deep. The river water soon seeped in the walls of the well Nala made. In an instant, that deep well had been filled with water. The well is not very important. What Nala was looking for was available in the mound of earth materials that he had raised earlier. Boulders of gold, diamonds, natural rocks, and he was very lucky to find the metals that fell from the sky and buried there for some million years ago.
Once Nala had gotten what she needed, she returned all the materials she had lifted into the well as she had. After that, he darted back to Ki Rangga Suluk's hangar.
Batari Mahadevi is waiting for her lover to arrive at the guest house. The beautiful girl had finished all the food and left a little for Nala. That is if the man wants to eat. Nala is like a dedemit, she rarely eats human food. He more enjoy absorbing natural rocks that store earth energy.
The man smiled to see his lover waiting for his arrival.
“Well, you finally came too. Why so long? Did you encounter any problems earlier?” welcome to Batari Mahadewi.
“No problem at all. It's just that I chose an uninhabited place at once that contained the materials we needed.” Nala took out all the ingredients and placed them on the table.
“Wah! This is more than enough, Nala! There's so much you take!" Batari Mahadevi sorted out the materials scattered on the table.
“The rest can be to buy your favorite food,” Nala replied.
“These diamonds..other people will be half dead looking for it,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“We are grateful for this weirdness of ours. People who crave wealth like this will find it difficult to get it. While those of us who do not need this can actually get it easily,” said Nala.
“Alright, I only need a few. the rest you keep in your box,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“You don't want to check some mustika giving sea dragon stealth?” ask Nala.
“Later I will need it. I learned to play the flute, and then Uncle Rangga lent me his gold flute. So, I already know what I will do to make a flute that is more resilient than uncle Rangga's golden flute,” Batari said.
"Can you play the flute?" nala Ejek.
"You'll be surprised when you listen to my play. Well, now let's make an heirloom flute!" batari Mahadewi.
“Where will you make it?” ask Nala.
“In the back yard there. There is no one there, so I can freely exert my strength,” said Batari Mahadevi.
“I'll accompany you.” Nala followed Batari Mahadewi to the back yard. There is a large land owned by Ki Rangga Suluk. There is no building yet and only overgrown with big trees and bushes.
Batari Mahadevi sat cross-legged, quieting herself, blending with the natural atmosphere. He put down all the noise of heart and mind, then a soothing energy emanated from his body surrounded by golden light.
The girl's eyeballs turned golden. Then his hands turned into hot fire hands and were ready to soften all the metal materials before him. The divine heirloom incarnate girl scowled, fused, and formed all the metal materials before her as if they were as soft as clay.
Slowly, the girl formed a flute with a size slightly larger than that of Ki Rangga Suluk. His fingers nimbly incised the metal mixture into a simple flute dominated by gold. The rest were silver and sky metal.
Two days and two nights Batari Mahadevi did the work, forming a flute and filling it with various strengths of rocks, crystals, and natural mustika that were tens of thousands of years old from the gift of the stealth of sea dragons. Every now and then Ki Rangga Suluk comes to see the girl create an heirloom. He ceaselessly admired the way the girl created an heirloom flute for him.
“Finally done too. It's pretty good, Dance. Looks like you made a lot of progress to make the metal shapes become more beautiful,” Nala praised. Just a simple compliment but can make Batari Mahadewi feel very happy. People in love are so. Sometimes overrated.
“Ya, but this cannot be said to be successful if it has not been tried,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Why don't you try playing a song from that flute? I wonder, if you can really play a beautiful song or just brag!” ledek Nala's.
“Listen well, my dear. Hope it doesn't ring.” Batari Mahadewi prepared to play the song from the flute. He exerted strength as he learned from the secret script in the heirloom flute of Ki Rangga Suluk.
“Nala! are you okay?” Batari Mahadewi stopped his flute play. He was so shocked and did not think that the combination of his power and his heirloom flute could have a big impact on Nala.
“It's okay, Dance. I just wasn't ready. And I didn't think that your flute sounded so painful in my ear,” said Nala. Cold sweat washed over his body.
“I'm sorry.” Batari Mahadewi regrets her carelessness.
“What are you saying! I'm okay, hahaha, you're so worried about me!” Nala chuckles to see her boyfriend feeling guilty.
“Damn it! I don't want to hurt the people I love!” Dance moved up and hugged Nala.
“Already, don't you think, with this kind of flute you can defeat demonic creatures more easily?” nala.
“No. This one is for uncle. I do not want to use an heirloom flute and make you wretched,” said Batari Mahadewi. Nala regretted that even though she did not deny that she herself would not be able to do anything if she heard the flute played by her lover.
“Let's hand over this heirloom.” Batari Mahadevi invites Nala to find Ki Rangga Suluk. The man was in the front studio, training some of his students to dance. A pair of warriors was quite salute to see a great swordsman like Ki Rangga Suluk still want to train, even having to demonstrate some movements that will be imitated by his students.
“You two are done making the heirloom?” Ki Rangga Suluk stopped his training when he saw Batari Mahadevi and Nala was walking towards him.
“Ya, just need uncle just try the results,” said Batari Mahadewi. He then turned to look towards Nala. “You'd better go if that uncle would try.”
“Don't Dance, we'll see how strong the flute is if uncle Rangga uses it. If I'm not here, then we won't know the result,” Nala said.
“You sure you want to be trial material? Ki Rangga Suluk asked Nala.
“Yakin, uncle. Do not hesitate, just do it,” said Nala while preparing to fortify her body from the power of the flute.
Ki Rangga Suluk started to play a song that was good to hear. The flute is in addition to powerful, can also produce a clear and sharp sound. The sound of the flute was quite painful, but not as terrible as Nala felt when she heard it from the game Batari Mahadewi. Different forces produce different impacts.
“An amazing heirloom. What is the proper name for this heirloom, miss Tari?” ask Ki Rangga Suluk.
“Dewa Heirloom Flute. That is his name, uncle,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“The name that corresponds to this heirloom devotion!” ki Rangga Suluk
“Uncle flute game can conquer medium power demon army. In my opinion, uncle can pair with other warriors. As long as the uncle plays the flute, the uncle's comrades can finish off the demon army that is surviving in pain,” Nala said.
“Perhaps together with Nyi Lohita and Raga Bumi's uncle, then Rangga's uncle can defend Mahatmabhumi territory from the attack of the kingdom of Tirayamani,” continued Batari Mahadewi.
“Yes, I understand. I think it's best that way. After this, will you continue your journey?” ask Ki Rangga Suluk.
“Yes, uncle. We don't have much time. But actually we want to pay a visit to the altar of the Gate of Heaven for a moment. Does uncle know where it is?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“Oh, the holy altar is in the southern region. There was an ancient city on top of the mountain range, the mountain and the city of the Gate of Heaven. In accordance with the name of the holy altar that is there,” replied Ki Rangga Suluk.
“Does the city also contain hermits?” tanya Batari Mahadevi tried to compare the city with the city of Dhyana.
“Absolutely. It was a desolate holy city. Guru Lokatara would be delighted to welcome you.”
“Alright, uncle. Today we will continue the journey,” said Batari Mahadewi. He's so excited. He had a feeling that there he would get something valuable.
“Eat first before leaving. Come on, I'll accompany you. Since then my students have been making good cuisine for both of you,” said Ki Rangga Suluk. He walked to his residential guesthouse followed by Nala and Batari Mahadevi. The girl was so excited. His stomach wobbled after two days and two nights without moving to create the god's heirloom flute.
After eating and packing all the goods, a pair of super warriors was bidding. The arrival of the two of them in the sanggar of Ki Rangga Suluk was considered a blessing; a pair of black and white warriors, a hope for the balance of the world.
Batari Mahadevi and Nala darted south, looking for the city of the Gates of Heaven. The city is located on the highest plateau in the Mahatmabhumi region. It was only natural that his name was the Sky Gate. The peak of the large and vast mountain range was almost cloud-covered and it seemed, the city that was there was indeed completely deserted, only inhabited by hermits.