Tirta Jayakusuma: Sak Dumuk Cough Sak Nyari Bumi
The helper

And then Tirta had examined the young man who had this severe wound.

The left hull of this young man had been pierced by the opponent's sword and from the white cloth used by Tirta to rebound the wound on the hull of this young man had turned red.

Blood still seems to flow from the wound.

"His bleeding cannot stop," hissed Tirta who was also heard by the Wulans who had been beside this young man.

Tirta had also tried to exert his inner strength to protect and add strength to this young man who had been injured.

The groaning of pain was still heard, the eyes of this young man also seemed closed and his forehead seemed to constrict indicating that he felt an immeasurable suffering.

"Will he survive Kakang?" Rara Wulan asked looking at the state of this young man before them with great worry.

"All salvation belongs only to God Rara. We leave it to God."

"May this young man go through critical times." Tirta.

"I can't guarantee, I can only try,"

"Help Sardi with your prayers so he can stay with all of us."

And back on the other side of this banjar had suddenly been heard back groaning.

Back Tirta had risen to see the origin of the groaning sound.

A moment later he found a young man who was also overgrown by his kinsmen.

This afternoon Tirta had affixed his parem to the wounds on the body of this young man.

Tirta had tried his best to provide treatment to all the injured including this young man.

Like this young man was a stab wound to his right shoulder and left shoulder.

He had then crouched down beside this young man.

The young man's forehead was touched which turned out to be very hot.

It seemed that this young man had felt pain just like the young man before him.

"Take a wet cloth to reduce the heat on the young man's forehead" Tirta told the waiting crowd.

"Well Kang," said a little girl who had then run to get a wet cloth and then gave it to Tirta Jaya Kusuma.

Tirta had then placed this wet cloth on the young man's forehead.

"If this cloth has turned into heat then take this cloth and pour cold water then put it back on the forehead of this young man," said Tirta Jaya Kusuma.

"Okay Kang" said the little girl.

"Will my brother survive Kang?" Ask this little girl who turned out to be the younger sister of this young man.

"God willing, if you can take good care of your brother he will be saved" Tirta replied.

"But it all depends on Allah Ahla wa jalla, it all depends on our efforts from our prayers and may Allah grant what we ask" Tirta told the little girl.

With a message like this, Tirta hopes that this little girl can take care of her brother as well as possible.

This girl just nodded and faithfully had been squatting next to the older brother.

His small hand had fixed the wet cloth on his sister's forehead.

This young man has painstakingly given care to all the wounded.

All the residents were amazed by this young man. A delicate young man full of adab, full of compassion.

While on one side a young man looked with hatred and dislike to Tirta Jaya Kusuma.

This young man was Loka Jaya who then had been together with several young people who had the same attitude and outlook as him.

No matter how good a person sieve hands, there will always be others who do not like him do not like what he does.

One side we try to be the best human being to get the pleasure of the creator but on the one hand there must be people who do not like what we do and we do.

There will always be a sneering view of belittling and assuming the actions we do are just camouflage or just to be praised by others.

And Loka Jaya is a young man like this.

"Huh, that young man seems to want to take the hearts of the residents of this Kademangan," Lokajaya told some of the youths surrounding him.

"True LokaJaya, maybe the young man is eyeing the position of maybe Ki Demang or maybe the position of ki Rangga!" Said this young man.

"Loka Jaya who felt that he had received the support of this young man was increasingly eager to provide other views that he thought were true.

"You said Karyo! Maybe the young man wanted the position of demang or Rangga! Or maybe want Princess Ki Tumenggung, that beautiful Rara Wulan!" Said another young man.

"Huh if it's true what you said that Lowo Ijo wanted Rara Wulan, I won't stay silent!" Said another young man.

***

The dawn was rising too fast, Tirta could not rest witfully. There are always grievances and complaints from young people and people who are injured.

And Ki Rangga Jagadenta must order all these young soldiers back to get ready to go to Oro-oro Ombo then inevitably all must have prepared.

Those who are still injured but still able to walk and take up arms still standing firmly step up with certainty following the line that runs towards the middle of Oro-Oro Ombo to meet the begal.

They were released with sadness and crying from their loved ones. Sometimes, wives and children who they may not see later because they may have died and died on the battlefield.

Now Ki Rangga Jagadenta has handed over the main force to Tirta Jaya Kusuma to handle the soldiers.

While in the left wing line , Loka Jaya remained in that place.

And on the right, Bayu and Adnan were given full authority to be able to lead his comrades.

Ki Rangga paga Denta is now positioning himself as the organizer of the attack of the small forces of Kademangan pucak Wangi.

"They have lost many soldiers, but we have lost so many of our young men. I hope the fighting spirit of our soldiers will not slack," Ki Rangga Jagadenta said as he stepped beside Tirta Jaya Kusuma.

"Give all your strength to help us young people" said Ki Rangga.

"I believe we will achieve this victory if you remain with us."

"Why, I feel that you are the one who was sent by Gusti Kang Murbeng Dumadi to save us" continued Ki Rangga.

"God willing, God knows it, but the end result of this war is only God knows it."

"I can only help you as much as I can" Lowo Ijo said.

For a moment they entered Oro Oro Ombo.

No need to wait too long when the sun began to appear in the east then the roar from the edge of Oro-oro Ombo in the south has been heard vibrating a bright morning driving away the birds that morning began go to Oro-oro Ombo for food.