Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 357 The End: The End Of A Simple Little Story
The god-king had disappeared into the heaven when that enormous explosion occurred. Nala knew, it would be very dangerous if she was there. But it was his soul mate. He will never leave her. The huge explosion caused not only a strong impulse, but also a painful heat.
That explosion at one point in the human world had wiped out an entire civilization. All destroyed and burned. Only the strong survive. Later, they will be the successors of human life in the era after destruction. The times that Agrapana said were difficult. Even to survive.
The bodies of Batari Mahadevi and Kalapati have been destroyed. Nala expected it. His heart was completely broken. It hurt more than all the wounds on his body from that huge explosion.
All that was left was a golden-colored mustika floating in space. A small mustika the size of a chicken egg. Nala knows, it is Batari Mahadevi mustika. There is little hope, at least the soul of the lover is still intact even without a body.
Nala immediately darted and picked up the mustika.
“Hold, Dance. There must be a way to save you..”
But Nala remembered that the god king was no longer there. The gods are gone. They sacrifice themselves to withstand as much damage as possible. But the result is still badly damaged. Civilization gone.
Nala herself does not know how to help her lover. Nala could only tightly grip the golden mustika in her right hand. His body shivered, enduring immense sadness. It floated in the air for a very long time.
The world is still covered in dust. There's only darkness. The hot air had subsided and was slowly changing into the cold. Continuously getting colder.
Nala felt the energy vibration from Batari Mahadewi mustika. The shield on her arm, which was the only remaining part of the lover's body, slowly moved on its own, breaking away from Nala's hand, then wrapping the golden mustika.
Nala's heart was pounding again seeing that. He hoped a miracle would come to him. Slowly the golden-colored blob grew bigger. Nala immediately exerted the rest of her strength to absorb the thing.
Slowly, the blob turned into a familiar figure to him. The rumpalan was transformed into the body of Batari Mahadevi.
For two days, Nala kept waiting for the lover to open her eyes and in those two days she continued to share her strength with the lover of the heart.
The expected ones come too. Batari Mahadevi opened her eyes.
“Dance, my beloved..” Nala approached and hugged the body of the prettiest woman.
“Hei...wait..who are you?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“You...you don't remember me?”
“Of course remember, hahaha, I was just kidding, my dear. But, isn't there something I can wear to cover my body?” pinta the heirloom of the god.
“There..maybe..”.
“You'll leave me without clothes? Basic pervert!”
“Hahaha, just wear your shield first,” Nala hugs the lover of heart. The longing and suffering paid off.
Epilogues
Both of them had been seven years in the world of seven months. Now they were sitting on a hill and saw their son playing on the ground.
“When will we return to the world one moon? Should be the situation there starting to recover.”
“Entahlah. The author no longer continues our story.”
“Yes, so annoying that skinny guy. He is busy with his other work.”
“Yes, I've read it too. Last night I jumped from our story page to the next story page.”
“Sial yes. He has learned a lot from our story. Sweet finished as discarded.”
“Indeed so is the character of our author. But pity that skinny guy too. He rarely sleeps because he wrote the story of both of us.”
“Let's just. The risk. He also got coffee from our story.”
“Hahaha, you're so mean, Nala.”
“Let's just. I'm a little upset with him. My fate was arbitrarily made. You remember, we met in the middle. He should have told my story at the beginning.”
“Enak only, the title will use my name, so you can only pop in the middle, then accompany me to the end.”
“You're not curious about our author's new story?
“About what? Tell me a little bit.”
“About the story of a poison swordsman. The title is the Demon Dragon Swordsman. So, it is the story of Saka Wasundara, a former Jenggala soldier who almost died after losing the war. Luckily, he was saved by an old man. One of the poison masters who quite electrified the martial world. Well, from that grandfather, Saka learned a lot about the world of warriors, as well as poison masters.
Saka will eventually go his own way. He became even more powerful after mastering the Dragon Killing Demon Book. The moves of the book will take him slowly to the top of the swordsman, the black dragon warrior. Hmm, but that story is not for minors. Many adult scenes that make the heat cold.”
“Ha? Did ya? Why aren't we made like that! Sorry too! Cook us censored!”
“Hahaha, let's just kiss the reader. Hence, the Saka Wasundara was put elsewhere.”
“Where?”
“In the yellow application with the symbol N. Call it his pseudonym n0v3lm3.”
“Yes, I know that. Then what about us?”
“Yes, inevitably finished here.”
“I'm not willing. Really am! So sorry to our author!”
“Quiet..later he will write the story of our son who returned to the world one month. If Brother Jalu and sister Niken survived, maybe our children will get acquainted with their children. Hope their daughter is a girl. We'll get them married, hahaha. Very funny it seems.”
“Hahaha, you're right. Ah, so I can't wait. The skinny man had to write it down. Even if we need to get to the story of our grandchildren. Watch it if not!”
“Wait just. Our author still can not be contested with the story of the Saka. He is speeding, a day can be five thousand or six thousand words divided into several chapters. Maybe let it end soon. But, we also do not know, the work about our children will be placed where. Probably to the place that can best support it. Poor him, victim of circumstance. I have no other work besides writing.”
“But the writing world is actually harder than the warrior world we live in.”
“All roads are hard, my dear. That's why we're going to keep moving. Remember, only suffering can give birth to a formidable figure. If our path is soft like mud, then we will drown. Look, like you; you came from a difficult life and now you're a tough guy! Ah...suddenly want to make love again with you!”
“Do not now. Shame to read. All righty! Let's just let go of our story, it's over here. We must be grateful, we are both still united.”
“So our story is finished here?”
“Completed until here.”