It doesn't make sense, but reality always strange. The Universe has its own way to showing the power of its Creator. Including what I'm going through right now. If I could speak, I would definitely curse this situation! But, unfortunately I am not Isa.
When I came out from my mother's womb, I opened my eyes for the first time, after a long time trying to reach the light that was outside. Arriving in Middle World, the place I will live in, I immediately cried because my heart ached. Maybe it happened because of the new air I breathed, because previously the air I breathed came from amniotic fluid.
I still remember. Around me were several horses neighing. Their sounds were so loud, and it irritated me even more. Because I was unable to do anything, I was forced to only cry.
A woman lifted my tiny body from the haystack. Strangely, the woman's face made my crying subside. Her smile hinted that I was the only happiness she had. I guess she's the one I should have called 'mom'.
"Too bad your father isn't here." She said while kissing my cheek
I didn't understand what she was saying, all I could was staring at with curious eyes. There are sadness and happiness behind her words, but I don't understand.
"If it weren't for the pursuit of the royal army, maybe your father would be here." One drop, two drops, then tens of tears flowed from the corner of my mother's eyes, "but Pertiwi told me that your father was dead, died at the hands of those who used to be considered brothers." The woman's tears grew heavier.
I felt tightness in my chest seeing that, made me really hate the world I live in, and I felt lousy. My presence does bring happiness to the person who gave birth to me, but on the other hand it also brings disaster. What's worse, I can't do anything, I only cry.
"Forgive your mother, son, have to give birth to you in a horse stable. This is all for your safety. Luckily Pertiwi has already prepared some haystacks and she's now diverting the soldiers. " Mother said.
My mother wiped the tears that had been dripping for a long time, then took off her clothes and started giving me milk for the first time. The milk gave off a kind of energy that was difficult for me to understand. Various life exists in milk, giving me various memories belonging to my mother.
A memory that popped up was like the flash of an image that passed very quickly. Every picture was instantly embedded in my mind. From my mother's birth to the day she gave birth to me, I know all her memories. "Is this the function of milk?" I asked, closing my eyes in my mother's arms.
There are joy and sorrow in the milk I drink. All those memories stuck in my mind very strongly. I think that mother's memory channeled through the milk will shape the direction of my life in the future.
My mother's father, which means my grandfather, turned out to be an influential person in the Wilwatikta kingdom, my grandfather was the main chairman of a pencak silat academy. Meanwhile, the mother of my mother, which means my grandmother, is a daughter of a Malay land.
From the breast milk that flowed into my mouth, I also saw foreign faces, which I thought were the faces of my father. There was the face of a king, and there was also the face of a wanderer with long hair and a mighty body.
Why was my mother kicked from the palace? Why did my mother get dumped by the king? After all, why did a mother have to marry that king when it turned out that the seeds her womb fertilized came from another man? This is so weird. I do not understand.
Because I was too engrossed in delving into those memories, without realizing it, I closed my eyes and fell asleep in my mother's arms. So warm and soothing. But the calm and comfort suddenly disappeared, as if there was a figure who took my first calm forcibly.
I was startled by the knock on the door on the horse stable. My mother hurried to get up, then ran while carrying me. My mother kept running and running. In the middle of the night mixed with storms and rain, my mother kept insisting on running. There is some energy left by the mother after giving birth. When several arrows shot, my mother quickly jumped onto the tree branch.
Unfortunately, there was someone waiting on the tree branch. Instantly, that sword swing slashed through my mother's arm several times. Seeing that incident, I cried so hard. Who is the person who could hurt my mother so badly?
I almost fell, but my mother caught me when I nearly fell to the ground. My mother held her breath for a while, her lips seemed to be reading something, but I couldn't hear it clearly. After chanting a spell, my mother darted away like a wind, through the rains and storms.
I shouldn't possibly remember all of that, at that time I wasn't even a day old. Besides, I shouldn't have to accept the memories that mother had when I drank her milk. The universe is really strange, makes me carry an unbearable burden, to take revenge on anyone who has hurt my mother.
That night, when my mother escaped from the pursuit of Wilwatikta's troops and entered the Purwa Forest, I cried even more, knowing how much my mother was suffering. If she didn't give birth to me that day, maybe she's wouldn't have had bad luck, and maybe she wouldn't have died!
The last memory my mother has left is of her waving her hand at me smiling while riding the horse carriage. Seeing that moment, I was just speechless, unable to cry.
If it weren't for the help from Grandpa Semar who helped out that night, it would be impossible for me to still be breathing today. I do have a lifelong debt to Grandpa Semar, who was willing to take care of me and teach me to become a warrior.
All the memories I get when I receive breast milk come solely from the mother, from my mother's perspective. The information I have is only one sided, but I believe that my mother is not the bad man. I made sure of myself that my mother was a victim.