To be responsible

Eyang Ireng Wesi looked at his student who asked, then answered,

"Poetry will help us give tenderness to the hardness of heart. Poetry will enable you to think deeply about the meaning of life. Poetry will also hone your human side and teach that every problem is not always handled in a violent way.

Poetry will also teach you how to fight evil through writing. When we are not able to fight physically, we will fight through poetry and poetry. "Said Eyang Ireng Wesi in an explanation. His students then nodded in agreement.

And suddenly Arya said, "Now friends, it becomes clear, when you are fighting and then you lose, immediately read poetry to our enemies so that our enemies will lose," Arya said immediately to the giggling of his friends.

Eyang Ireng Wesi immediately patted his forehead hard, very annoyed at Arya. He knew Arya was talking nonsense.

"Shut your mouth Arya! You keep joking. When can you be serious?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi until he wanted to hit Arya's panties with sandals because he was so annoyed.

"I'm sorry Teacher .." said Arya with a tone of regret.

"Come on quickly read a poem straight from your brain!" Said the teacher.

"Alright teacher .. immediately do it," said Arya with enthusiasm.

Arya then stood proudly, his handsome face looked charming to anyone who looked at him. Her hair which was tied up in white ropes was black and long and wavy like the hair of a girl. Eyang Ireng Wesi who raised the young man by himself. He knew exactly how this handsome young man was acting so silly.

Even though he himself is not a very kind-hearted person but he is powerless against the silliness of his adopted son. Besides his natural abilities that were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. He also seemed to find something strange in the young man.

Since childhood, Arya has been used to talking to ghosts and demons who are coming to the human realm more and more. Eyang Ireng Wesi knows that Arya is not just anyone. Her ability to communicate with demons who should live in different dimensions from humans will make Arya enter and mingle in a stealth life that should indeed live separately from humans.

Arya's abilities must be used against the demons who often interfere with human life. They often come to the human realm to take them to the realm and make humans their servants. Or they sometimes kill humans and eat them like tigers preying on deer.

Eyang Ireng Wesi's hope is that Arya can match his physical abilities with a softer heart and good character. That is why He taught his students how to make poetry to balance their martial arts skills. Fortunately, Arya is indeed a very smart child. He can make poetry as well as mastering the science of martial art.

The other students seemed to be watching Arya who was preparing to write poetry as well as recite it.

Night

Dark, dark, gloom, pitch-black

The darkness of the night does not darken my heart

The gloom of the night does not make my eyes dark

when the darkness of the night penetrates my heart

I only find darkness inside of me

Night

Silent, lonely, lonely, dead

The silence of the wind

The natural silence of the clink

The lonely forces me to get up

I don't want to get buried and die

***

Arya seemed to read aloud his poetry which made his friends gasp. How could he behind his ridiculous attitude be able to make such beautiful poetry? Applause and cries of admiration immediately sounded bustling in the room. And Eyang Ireng Wesi nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Well ... you heard the poem. Now before you write it on palm leaves, can anyone interpret the meaning of the poem?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi to ask his students. All the students were suddenly mute and pretended to be busy writing palm leaves with small sharp knives. Some were seen rubbing their writing with hazelnut oil.

Arya grinned when he saw his friends who were suddenly busy. And he again wanted to be fun. He immediately moved his hand towards Jaka and without realizing it by Jaka, his right hand suddenly rose.

"Well .. Jaka, you can interpret Arya's poetry .. it's very good" said Eyang Ireng Wesi happily. Jaka just glared with his mouth wide open. How could the hand that was writing suddenly lifted up? All eyes then looked towards him seriously.

Suddenly Jaka wanted to pee because he was so shocked. But seeing his teacher staring intently, he didn't dare to refuse so he stuttered to answer his teacher's question.

"Na... naight..that night .. usually very dark..so dark it makes people want to die .." He said, making his friends laugh.

"SHEAM !! You guys know it's just kidding" Eyang Ireng Wesi was getting angry.

"Finish this task, when it's finished immediately get out of the Padepokan and run around this hermitage as much as 20 rounds," said Eyang Ireng Wesi as he left the room.

Their laughter stopped, including Arya's laughter. This Padepokan is very wide because there are rice fields, ponds, and fields for practice. Running around as much as 20 circles by crossing large trees, rocks and river flow that crosses behind the hermitage makes running around this hermitage is not as easy as turning your palm.

"This is all because of you," Koswara said irritably to Arya. He raised a knife to write the palm leaves towards Arya. Arya was silent this time. He felt guilty to his friends. He then stood up and said,

"Yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I will go to the teacher and apologize to him. I will ask for your punishment to be canceled" said Arya as she then sped away leaving the room towards Grandma Ireng Wesi.

He found his teacher standing staring at the lush trees behind the forest at the foot of Mount Salak. Arya approached his teacher slowly. Hearing approaching footsteps without turning his head, the teacher said,

'What do you want? "The teacher said in a flat tone.

"I want to apologize, Teacher," said Arya to his teacher.

"Why should you apologize?" The teacher said.

"I was the one who made Jaka raise his hand" said Arya feeling very sorry.

"I was expecting it. It's good if you're sorry"

"Then Teacher, may I ask that the punishment for my friends be canceled? And let me receive the punishment myself," said Arya making his teacher look away and then said,

"Then run 40 rounds"

"40 times?" Arya gasped

"Then tell your friends to carry out the punishment earlier"

"No ... not teacher. Let me receive the punishment" said Arya as he then sped away and started running around the hermitage.