
The way to measure the strength of your opponent, is to fight against him. If not, any method that will be used later, is just an uncertain prediction.
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Pramuja and Zulfikar deliver Puspa and Lestari to the villa where they stay. From a distance, a foreign car is parked in front of the villa.
"Whose car is that?" Lestari pointed to the car parked in the villa courtyard.
"Don't know. I feel like there is no appointment with anyone" replied Puspa.
From the direction of the villa entrance, two masked men were dragging the Rose forcibly. Roses seem to be trying to wriggle with all their strength.
Seeing the incident, the four people immediately ran towards the villa.
"Take the girl off!" hardic Zulfikar. He moved closer to the criminals.
"You strangers, don't interfere!" said one of the masked men.
Out of the car came two other masked men. Now there are 4 masked people who seem to have evil intentions.
Zulfikar was now surrounded by the four masked men. Zulfikar seemed to put up the horses calmly.
"Hurry and help him! He's in a very dangerous position." Lestari said worriedly.
Puspa soon followed Zulfikar. With the martial prowess he had, he was not at all afraid of dealing with those criminals.
"Why are you just silent? Don't you want to help your friend?" ask Lestari to the servant.
"Just calm! He could handle it easily." The steward smiled meaningfully.
The four masked men, advanced to attack Zulfikar and Puspa. Zulfikar easily repelled the attacks of the two men who had ganged on him and launched a counterattack that brought the two men down.
The remaining two men now advanced to attack Puspa. With lightning fast, Puspa launched a long shot, before the two men could launch an attack on him.
Zulfikar felt the sand rush into his eyes and make his eyes ache. When Zulfikar is caught off guard, the criminals take the opportunity to escape.
Puspa no longer thought of chasing after the criminals because he saw Zulfikar who was in trouble. He approached Zulfikar and helped clean up the sand on his face. Anxiously, Puspa blew both of Zulfikar's eyeballs.
Zulfikar felt a freshness touching the surface of his eyes. The pain from the sand attack was slowly fading away. His eyes were now clearer to see Puspa's beautiful face that looked worried about him.
"You okay, Zul?" The steward, who was also worried about Zulfikar, was already crouching in front of Zulfikar who had been sitting drowning.
"It's okay, Pram. My eyes were very sore, but suddenly I felt the wind of heaven touching my two eyeballs" said Zulfikar.
"Cie, cie, cie .. romantic Mas Zul and Kak Puspa," ledek Lestari.
"Huss .. what the hell!" Puspa became misbehaved.
Fascinatingly tempting Zulfikar and Puspa, Lestari almost forgot about the Roses. He approached the Rose who looked still frightened.
"Are you all right, Rose?" ask Lestari. The rose only nodded weakly.
"For a while, you stay here with us. There is Kak Puspa who can take care of you. Besides in the villa not far from here, there are these two Mas that we can also rely on" said Lestari.
"What's really going on here?" ask the servant to the Rose.
"It's a long story, Mas!" sigh Rose.
"How about Mas Pram and Mas Zul enter first into our villa. Later we can talk about this matter inside," Lestari bargained.
The steward and Zulfikar gladly accepted Lestari's offer. They felt it was a great start to unravel the mystery that lay in that flower-filled village. Roses must have an interesting story and there could be a big clue in the story later.
The sunlight the longer, the more faded. The afternoon will soon arrive. Pramuja and Zulfikar are now in the villa where Lestari and Puspa are staying. They were ready to listen to the story of the Rose.
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