Chapter: 79Pangeran Wiratmaka terbangun oleh cahaya matahari yang masuk jendela dan tepat menimpa mukanya. Ia tutupi mata dengan lengan tangan kiri, dan sedikit menggeliat untuk merasakan punggungnya berada pada permukaan kasur empuk yang mirip dengan yang ia miliki di istana Paranggelung.Seperti biasa, ingatannya selalu kembali dengan cepat, dan dengan seketika langsung mengenali ini bukan rumah. Baik rumah pertamanya di Pasir maupun kediamannya saat ini di Paranggelung. Lantai kayunya sangat asing, juga dinding dari anyaman bambu merah tua dan kuning emas itu.Ia bangkit, duduk di pembaringan, lalu melihat kanan-kiri. Di mana ini? Hal terakhir yang ia ingat adalah tidur siang satu amben bersama Jaladri di kedai makan milik dua pria aneh itu. Kamar ini jelas berbeda dengan kamar yang itu. Jauh lebing lapang, berangin, dan mewah.“Waaa… Kakang sudah bangun!”Ia menoleh kaget. Ada Pramesti di ambang pintu, mengenakan kemben gelap sebatas dada, den
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Chapter: 78Jaladri keluar dari kamar tidurnya. Tepat di depan kamar adalah sebuah ruangan yang seluas ruang makan rumahnya di Karang Bendan namun tanpa perabotan apa pun kecuali rak-rak berisi guci hias dan pot-pot tanaman, hiasan ukiran banyak sekali di dinding, dan permadani tebal biru tua yang menutupi hampir seluruh lantai.Kata Senopati Jalanidhi semalam, ruang kecil itu biasa digunakan mendiang Sultan Giriwangsa untuk memanggil para pembantu terpercaya guna diajak membicarakan masalah-masalah penting—atau hanya untuk mengobrol saja. Bila pertemuan resmi kenegaraan diadakan di Bangsal Sitihinggil di depan sana, maka pertemuan yang bersifat kurang resmi, rapat-rapat kecil, atau sekadar berbincang melewatkan waktu, dilakukan di sini.Dan kini, pada pagi selepas fajar ini, Senopati Jalanidhi sudah menunggu di sana bersama dua pria lain. Yang satu adalah Patih Natawirya, perdana menteri dari almarhum Sultan Giriwangsa. Satunya lagi Mantri Wilatikta, petugas kepala rumah ta
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Chapter: 77“Apa ada baju atau kain di situ?”Rinjani membongkar isi peti. “Ada beberapa, tapi baju anak-anak. Ada juga baju kecil. Kau tak akan muat. Ah, ini dia ada satu kain jarik. Kupakai dulu ya. Aku kedinginan.”Ia menarik sehelai kain batik, yang biasa dipakai sebagai pakaian bawahan, baik bagi perempuan maupun pria. Sekaligus ia gunakan itu sebagai handuk untuk mengeringkan tubuh yang basah, sebelum kemudian ia bebatkan kain hingga menutup badan dari dada hingga sedikit di atas lutut.Beres dengan dirinya sendiri, ia melanjutkan pencarian ke peti. Warga jelata memang kerap kali tak memiliki almari atau rak, yang digunakan menyimpan barang sesuai bentuk atau kegunaannya. Semua mereka simpan di peti kayu, yang bisa dipesan dengan harga murah atau bahkan dibuat sendiri. Apa pun lalu masuk ke peti itu, sejak simpanan uang, gabah, pakaian, dan juga alat makan yang terbuat dari tanah liat.“Nah, ini ada satu!” ia melempar sehelai
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Chapter: 76“Cobalah! Rasakan kedahsyatannya!”Blarak menatap ragu pada Begawan Ripu. Lututnya bahkan sudah goyah saat tadi ia kali pertama diajak kemari oleh orang itu.“Ayolah! Kau sudah berhak. Ingat, Somanagara sudah memberimu gelar Kanjeng Tumenggung Wirasuta, dan kau sebentar lagi akan menjadi pelaksana tugas harian di istana ini selama dua hari ke depan. Kau harus mencobanya!”Bibir Blarak bergerak-gerak, tapi gagal mengucapkan satu kata pun. Ia hanya menangguk patuh, lalu mendaki trap-trap lebar menuju puncaknya di mana sebuah batu hitam berbentuk kotak sempurna telah menunggu.“Duduklah di singgasana! Tepat menghadap ke arah Mantri Nalacitra. Nanti semua bawahan dan pejabat tinggi kadipaten akan menghadapmu di sana.”Jantung Blarak seperti berhenti bekerja saat ia tempelkan pantatnya di permukaan batu. Dingin. Ia menggigil. Nyaris tak percaya ia kini duduk di tempat yang hanya boleh digunakan oleh penguasa tertinggi
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Chapter: 75Dan untuk kesekian kalinya, kecepatan gerak alami sebagai hasil latihan keras bertahun-tahun kembali menjadi penyelamat.Wisnumurti bangkit luar biasa cepat. Nyaris seperti bukan digerakkan oleh pemikirannya sendiri. Ia sambar kasur sebagai tameng darurat, lalu pada saat bersamaan tenaga dalamnya meledak sehingga benda itu melesak ke depan dan menghantam telak kesepuluh anak panah yang mengincar tubuhnya.Detik itu, banyak hal terjadi beruntun saling susul menyusul.Nyai Gede Nipir mendelik marah dan berteriak gahar.“Bunuh dia! Habisi!”Sepuluh anak panah kembali meluncur, bahkan langsung disusul dengan luncuran-luncuran berikutnya hingga persediaan anak panah masing-masing pengawal habis.Tepat ketika Wisnumurti jumpalitan menghindari sepuluh luncuran pertama, mendadak terdengar suara jeritan kaget dan bunyi bergedebukan keras ketika mereka itu mencelat terdorong dan jatuh terjerembab menimpa lantai.Dan wajah pertama ya
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Chapter: 74Saat Jaladri membuka mata, yang melintas kali pertama di pelupuk matanya adalah sosok Windyaningrum, dan Sawer, bergantian. Setelah beberapa detik, baru kemudian seluruh panca inderanya bisa berjalan dengan lancar, terutama penglihatannya. Seketika dahinya berkerut tajam. Tak mengerti bagaimana mungkin atap warung sederhana milik Maesa Alit dan Gajah Lemu bisa setinggi itu, dihiasi lampu gantung yang amat mewah pula.Dan ia masih bertanya-tanya, sejak kapan ada warung makan dilengkapi dengan lampu gantung.Jawabannya tentu baru muncul setelah ingatan dan pemahamannya akan keadaan sekeliling terbentuk sempurna. Kepala berputar, mata menatap sekeliling dengan saksama. Meski tubuh lemah, ia tetap bisa beringsut bangkit perlahan-lahan. Wajahnya menyeringai mencermati setiap depa di sekitarnya.Ia tidur, beralas kasur bulu angsa yang tak saja terasa empuk namun juga cair. Tempat tidurnya tak terbuat dari kayu, melainkan besi gelap berkilauan, dan berkelambu. Dinding
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Toward the Sun
Java, 1586.
The martial world is thrown into chaos when a string of brutal murders claims some of its most powerful masters. The killer leaves behind a chilling signature, calling himself Pangeran Langit, the Prince of the Sky. Elsewhere, another predator stalks the land. A bringer of death known only as Tanpa Aran, Nameless.
Freshly returned to the Sultanate of Pasir after wandering the eastern territories, Wisnumurti finds himself racing against time to stop both killers before their trail of blood reaches his homeland, Mount Cakrabuana. But his mission unravels when Jaladri—eager for a taste of adventure—is abducted by Suwung Saketi and Remak, two deranged martial artists with a horrifying appetite for cooking and eating human flesh.
As the world teeters on the brink of disaster with the rise of a terrifying devil-worshiping sect, Wisnumurti and his companions are drawn into a deadly conspiracy rooted in a blood-soaked past. Secrets long buried begin to surface, dragging countless lives into their wake. If they fail to uncover the truth before it's too late, Pasir will descend into slaughter once again—and become the perfect hunting ground for those Darkness worshippers.
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Chapter: Thirty FivePramesti pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Warm. Wonderfully warm. Then, a moment later, something felt wrong.Very wrong. She wasn’t at home.The unfamiliar chill in the air jolted her awake. She shot upright and looked around in confusion.“What is this?”She pushed aside the large black cloth she had mistaken for a blanket. It clearly wasn’t bedding. It smelled strange.The first thing she noticed was a campfire crackling a short distance away. She was lying on another broad piece of cloth spread over the ground. Dense trees and thick undergrowth surrounded her on all sides. Then she heard the sound of running water.A river.The question was: where?The memories came rushing back. The flooded river. Ringin Pitu. The madman Dewaningrat.And the mysterious swordsman who had appeared out of nowhere and killed the old man disguised as a woman with a single stroke.Pramesti glanced around again. Where was he?“So, you’re awake.”She spun around. The man appeared from behind he
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Chapter: Thirty FourSenopati Bantala pulled his mask back over his face the moment he heard the distant thunder of approaching hooves. He stepped closer to the massive tree behind him, blending into the darkness beneath its thick canopy, hidden from the bright moonlight flooding the night.His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword as the horse approached at a slow pace.Then he caught a familiar scent.Instantly, the tension drained from his body. He even stepped forward into view and lowered the cloth mask again.It was Rinjani.Like him, the young woman was dressed entirely in dark blue, the color swallowing her into the night.“How did it go?” Bantala asked.“Smoothly, Senopati. We left after lunch and traveled by horseback. Once we entered Larangan Lor District, Prince Candrakumala’s household welcomed us and provided palanquins for the three of us. The journey moved quickly after that. Mantri Wuragil, the steward of the prince’s residence, arranged lodging for us at Dalem Kulon, a smaller palace on t
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Chapter: Thirty ThreeJaladri approached in laku dhodhok, or walking while also squatting, and then perform a sembah—both hands clasped in front of his face as a gesture of respect and surrender to a ruler.Prince Wiratmaka sat on his stone throne in the corner of the spacious pavillion, facing an exquisitely carved low table made of polished hardwood.“Your servant pays his respects, Your Highness.”Wiratmaka glanced over. “Forget the bowing. Nobody’s watching.”Jaladri looked up. “Seriously?”“Yeah. Just act normal. The way you did all day on the road. Come here. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”“Finally!”Jaladri practically launched himself across the room.“Not that normal either.”“To hell with it. My back’s been killing me from acting like I was attending a royal coronation.”He hurried over and dropped cross-legged beside the table. A moment later, Wiratmaka stepped down from the throne and joined him on the carpet.“All right. This is important. Ready?”“Of course. What’s going on?
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Chapter: Thirty Two“You three can sleep out here tonight, Brother,” Ni Sanadi said. “I’ll make some fried rice, very delicious. As for you, Pramesti, you’ll sleep inside. Come on.”As obedient as ever, Pramesti followed the old woman into a room directly behind the wide bamboo platform in the front hall.“You can sleep here,” Ni Sanadi said, pointing to a bamboo cot in the corner. “There’s already a blanket.”Pramesti sat down.The bed felt wonderful after the long ride from Karang Bendan that had begun before dawn. At that moment, all she wanted was to lie down and sleep.“Where will you sleep, Grandma?” she asked.“I can stay at a neighbor’s house,” the old woman smiled. “Get some rest first. Later, if you’d like, you can help me make the fried rice. The rice is already cooked. We just need to prepare the spices and fry it.”“I’d like that. By the way, where is Ki Dewaningrat Pakulangit?”“Ki Paku is away. Important business. But he knew special guests would arrive this evening, so he instructed me to
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Chapter: Thirty One“Damn.”Bajul reined in his horse so abruptly that the three riders behind him did the same.In an instant, the future looked bleak.In the fading afternoon light, the broad river ahead resembled something torn straight from a vision of hell. The water wasn’t merely moving fast. It was raging. Churning. Swollen beyond its banks. Another hour or two, and it looked capable of swallowing the riverbanks themselves.Heavy rains must have been pounding the Dieng Highlands for days. Now all that water had arrived here.The smallest rider of the group, positioned safely in the middle throughout the journey, loosened the veil wrapped around her head and lower face. She stared helplessly at the torrent before them.“So we can’t cross?” she asked.Pramesti.Sharp-nosed, slender-cheeked, and strikingly beautiful despite the exhaustion of travel.“Not even close,” Bajul said grimly. “We’re not reaching Gebang tonight. The plan changes.”The big man turned his horse away from the river and urged it
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Chapter: ThirtySuwung Saketi scanned the streets around him.Paranggelung at sunset was almost too beautiful to be real. The western sky burned crimson, and the dying sun had shrunk into a tiny glowing orb balanced on the distant horizon. In a few more minutes, it would disappear behind the jagged ridges of the Dieng Highlands.The cold made everything feel different.A steady wind swept through the town, sharp enough to bite through clothing and settle deep inside the bones. Saketi could hardly imagine what midnight would feel like. The evening chill was already brutal. Had he not possessed the internal strength of a seasoned martial artist, he would have needed layers of heavy clothing like everyone else hurrying along the streets.The roads were nearly empty now.The call to prayer would echo from the nearest mosque any minute. The few people still outside walked quickly, eager to reach home before dark, arms folded tightly across their chests against the cold.Saketi's eyes kept moving. He was h
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