The Bajang Child Swinging the Moon (138)

On the battlefield everything is violence and cruelty, but in Darmawati's eyes, the sparks of the clashes of swords look like a sprinkling of ylang-ylang flowers.

She gets up and keeps walking, seeing here and there the crowns of the soldiers' greatness scattered, broken after being trampled by the enemy. In the surroundings, she sees sharp swords, their blades stained with blood. The blood splashes on her white cloth, becoming a stain that she can't possibly wipe off. She screams in pain, as her hand is scratched by a sword that stands like a fence through which she has to pass. Her hand is bleeding and it hurts. This blood and pain make her jolt awake, that her sincere love cannot help but hurt her. She continues to look for Sumantri and can’t find him. She feels that she will definitely find him, because her love never gives up, even though she has to pass through the blood bridge. Because of that feeling of love, the clanging of swords sound as loud as her longing. And she sees the arrows that fly through the air like doves flying among the rainbows.

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