Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Chapter 29. Svarga Bhumi

Highlight Bhumi's eyes can not be separated from a piece of paper that is in the grasp of this hand. A piece of paper containing lines of songs made by the Goddess. And Bhumi only occasionally smiled in front of this woman.

"How Bang? What about the lyrics of the song I wrote?"

One thing Bhumi realized. It turns out that the woman who was only a few days he knew was good at writing songs that felt beautiful. The choices of words written really touch the heart.

"I don't think the lyrics you're making are so bad. Try it later I find the right tone."

A knotty smile rose on the lips of the Goddess. In the end, the lyrics of the song he had written a few months ago gained an appreciation.

"I'm sure if it's in Bang Bhumi's hands it will be a beautiful song. Who else can doubt Bang Bhumi's abilities? Professional guitarists are recognized in all corners of the world."

As if forgetting the minimal expression that is often displayed, this time Bhumi smiled broadly in front of the Goddess. The words of this Goddess really make the man like being tickled until they unconsciously reveal a smile without stopping.

"Oh my goodness .. Can you smile like this Bang? T-this is a very rare occurrence. Looks like I'll have to immortalize it."

Like seeing a rare phenomenon, the Goddess to think will capture this moment. He was busy looking for a cell phone here and there. Intended to use the camera feature to capture the big smile of Bhumi. However, suddenly the face of the Goddess changed pias when there was one thing that he realized. Yes, he did not have a mobile phone to capture this rare moment.

"What's wrong? You don't have a camera?"

The big smile on Bhumi's lips slowly disappeared. As usual, he again showed the minimal expression he had. That's what makes Dewi slightly upset because it has failed to capture the moment that feels rare.

"Ckkk... ccckkkkk. After all, in a modern era like this, why is the phone that bang Bhumi uses still like that? Not an android phone or an i-phone?"

Actually, the woman was a little surprised by the existence of a Baheula era mobile phone used by Bhumi. While most people want the perfect features that they can access through just one touch, Bhumi chose a phone that only presents the features of the phone and send messages.

"Is there a problem if I use this phone? There's no harm, is there?"

"There is no bang. But at least with an android phone or i-phone, bang Bhumi can be more up to date on the development of the news that is out there."

"I don't need anything. Besides, I feel a lot calmer with this phone."

Bhumi folded the sheets of paper he got from Dewi then he put them in his pants pocket. He closed the door of the house and without further ado invited the Goddess to leave this place.

"Come with me!"

The goddess was flabbergasted, as her wrists seemed to be held tightly by Bhumi. "Where's Bang? Wouldn't it be daytime for me to rest and practice?"

Although a little surprised, the Goddess followed where the man was going to take him away. "We're going to the mall. Buy a few pieces of clothing that you can use to perform at the cafe. And don't forget, buy a cell phone so you can call your family at home."

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Kartika who was sitting on a wheelchair while enjoying the afternoon breeze through the balcony, was a little surprised by the sudden arrival of the Wiraguna. The twilight-aged woman glimpsed at the arrival of the Wiraguna, and then she linked her gaze again to the surroundings.

"What's the Hero? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Wiraguna shifted the chair made of rattan to be closer to the mother. The man also enjoyed all the atmosphere around him.

"Did Arga ever contact me so far? It's been six months since he left home and until now there's no news."

Kartika could only smile bitterly. If you remember the existence of the grandson, it seems to make his heart more rustling. No doubt it's a burden he thinks.

"Until now, I had no knowledge of Arga's whereabouts. Even just hearing news from him I didn't get it."

"Did the Hero have taken the wrong step by making him a substitute for the Hero who will later continue the company, Mom? Is the Hero wrong?"

Kartika shook her head. "No, you're not wrong to direct your son to take your place in the company. But you forgot one thing, Wira. You forgot Arga's freedom in determining his way of life."

Wiraguna took a slightly rough breath. As if showing a shackle of taste that feels getting bigger. Instantly, the memory of the great quarrel that had occurred between him and Arga six months ago again circulated, filling the head.

"What kind of future is there for a musician, Mom? Being a musician is not something Arga should strive for. He is much more worthy and worthy of being a company leader. And his life would be much more assured by becoming a chief director."

"Don't be too arrogant with a position and a position, Wira. God spreads His sustenance and mercy everywhere not just in a company. I actually support my grandson to become a musician, if indeed he can totality in that field. Because I see Arga's passion in the music world. And for me, someone who works according to the passion he has, will tend to be easier to achieve success."

"But Wira is really traumatized if Arga's fate is like that of his late mother, Ma'am. The hero does not want if the bad luck that has been experienced by Aster, also experienced by Arga."

Tetiba sense of tightness attacks the body of Wiraguna. His chest seemed to be squeezed by two large chunks of rock that made it difficult for him to scoop up the air. In the end, the dew points gathered in his eyes spoke, if at this moment he was feeling a shock in the soul.

Collages of tragic events in the last twenty-four years roamed again in the mind of the Wiraguna. The wife, who was at the peak of the glory of being a diva had to end when suddenly the woman had a tragic accident after returning from the show. After investigation, it turns out that the car boarded by Aster was sabosated by someone to make the wife die.

In the eyes of Wiraguna, the world of music and entertainment is a world that is so hard. Anyone can stab each other to achieve the obsession and ambition they want.

Kartika tried to examine what was said by Wiraguna. He understood that the events of twenty-four years ago still made his only son feel traumatized.

"In the world of entertainment or the business world both have unhealthy competition opportunities. However, I actually felt that Arga would be much quieter and safer when choosing a musical path. Because, there are still many people around Arga who have evil plans to get rid of Arga so that he can never be your successor."

Both the Giraguna eyeballs are wide and perfectly rounded. He thought that too many things escaped his attention. "I mean Mom?"

A faint smile rose on Kartika's lips. He felt it was not yet time to uncover the suspicions of what he had been feeling. He was just about to step in with Hans, to expose all the evil that was around him.

"That's it, you don't have to worry. My job is just to make sure that my grandson, Svarga Bhumi, is doing well. No one can harm him."