Ganjen Swordsman

Princess Murti Kumala

Silver white light floated around the garden keputren, meaning a garden for the princess of the king.

The light was the size of a bekel ball, had a long tail of light about two jengkal. The light moved flying here and there until it finally turned into a silver-white butterfly.

The butterfly perched on the leaves, while beside it there were mingled flowers, but the butterfly chose to perch on the leaves. It's definitely the butterfly be go name.

But let it be, it's the butterfly's business. What is clear from the corner of the palace appears a beautiful girl walking with a tall man big, fat, black, rivet, his face wide, his nose big, his eyes are also big, his mouth wide, well... anyway, I'm lek once.

But that person was wearing a crown and a shiny black robe. His robe looked cool, embroidered with golden threads of one-horned demon head images.

The head of the devil's face was sticking out its tongue. On the embroidery of the image of the devil's head on his left chest there is also embroidered writing from the white thread material reads:

KEEP CLEAN.

From far away it is read so, but once approached the writing turned out to read: 'The Life Smelter'.

Serem also means the writing. In accordance with the haunted face of the wearer of the shiny black robe. Even more creepy if the crown is opened, then the head looks shiny bald with the rest of the hair pigtails on the back.

The person crowned and clad in golden chains of red rock shaped little human head was none other than the ruler of Demon Island who was touted as the King of Kala Babak. Jin who turned into a human being it still looks ugly and creepy.

But strangely the girl he was with at the time looked beautiful!

The daughter of the king of the jinn was named Murti Kumala. Very much in accordance with the look of his face. It is not in vain that the name is embedded in the heart and soul of the girl.

He was about twenty years old. Still acting coquettish and spoiled. Her hair is rolled into two halves, coiled on the right-left of the head. The hair was tied with a purple ribbon, because he was wearing a purple pack. His clothes were thin, transparent, so that the shape of his hips looked real, the shape of his chest without upholstery again seemed to challenge the heart to beat faster again.

She wears full jewelry. Two beautiful rings coiled around her plump fingers. The jewelry adds to the beauty of her face. Her nose was sharp, her lips were like rose buds that were ready to be plugged, according to her cute face. Her eyes are round beautiful, her fur is pliable, (eye lashes), her eyebrows are bushy and beautifully shaped.

Really that face looks like an adorable doll face, good to squeeze.

The skin of his body was yellow, but flawless smooth without any scratches. Her sleeveless robe revealed the soft skin of her hands like the skin of a baby, without any traces of smallpox injections on the end of her arms.

The girl is tall, not too tall, not too short. Anyway compatible with the shape of his body that is thick, dense, and tight.

Very contrasted with the form of the father who is haunted like the graves of zombies.

"You don't have to be moody anymore, Murti Kumala. Now we have the key to your desire. The Book of Jayabadra we have. Just how perseverance you learn the Science'Door Three Ibiis' it. I'll help you learn that science."

The princess said,

"Thank you, Dad. Dad always obeyed

my wish."

"Because since your mother's death, you are my only child, Murti Kumala. The calf should be loved as sincerely as possible" said Raja Kala Babak with his large voice.

They sat on a park bench made of that translucent clear stone. It is located close to the yellow flower plant whose leaves are used to alight a silver butterfly.

"But I'm actually wondering why you want to learn the science of 'The Three Demons' Door, is that not insinuating

your father, son?"

"Dad no offense" said Murti Kumala.

"Murti just wants to learn the science. Because Murti wants to penetrate the three layers of nature."

"Lho, you're the son of a genie, you can already go in and out of the demon realm."

"Yes, but I can't get into heaven, Dad."

"Ooo... So you want to get into the realm of the gods?"

"Yes dong. Murti wanted to meet a god named Batara Kama. Said he was the prettiest god in the whole heaven."

"He said so, but I have never seen him myself. Dad was always kicked out if he wanted to go to heaven. I can't beat the goddamn guard."

"Let's let Murti go there. Murti just wanted to prove the story of the late mother who said that the most beautiful god was Batara Kama. Said the late mother anyway, the good looks of Batara Kama nothing beats. So Murti became very curious about the same name Batara Kama, Dad!"

"Yes, already. I'll help you learn the book. Now that I want to return to the palace, there's something I need to talk to Commander Marong!"

"alright. Please Father to the palace, Murti would like to sit here imagining a meeting with Batara Kama later."

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh... !"

King Kala Babak laughed as he rubbed his daughter's back.

At that time the plants vibrate because the earth also vibrates got a jolt of sound waves laughter The Lifespan.

Her daughter closed her eyes, enduring the pain in her ears.

"Dad if you laugh don't be near Murti! Kuping Murti can take it!"

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry!" the father was patient, full of outpouring of affection for his son.

After the father left, Princess Murti Kumala sat alone with her left leg superimposed onto her right leg, her robe revealing, so that her smooth calf was clearly visible all the way to the thigh.

A silver butterfly became agitated, then flew and perched on the exposed thigh.

The princess laughed amusedly and giggled.

"Oh, funny thing is, silver-winged butterflies. Iiii.. That's great! I'll take care of it in my bedroom, ah!"

The butterfly was captured and taken to his bedroom.

Murti Kumala's bedroom is luxurious. There are potted plants that have clear pink flowers like glass. The silver butterfly was carefully placed on the flower plant.

"Butterfly, are you here? Don't fly anywhere. I love seeing your beauty. Don't be naughty, huh?" he said spoiledly.

The butterfly is silent. The bedroom was quite cool because King Kala Babak channeled the snow that expands above the ceiling of the room. The snow cannot be lost if it is not taken by its owner.

The cool air makes the princess feel at home in the room, especially now there are funny butterflies, will definitely be more at home.

Even when his father suggested that he learn the science of 'Door of the Three Demons', Murti Kumala suspended his intention, as he still enjoyed playing with

silver butterfly.

Of course, the situation in the room makes the butterfly also feel at home. But he was often agitated when Murti Kumala went into the room, finished the afternoon bath and took off his clothes to change into clean clothes, also purple.

I think she likes purple as her favorite color. The proof is that his bed is covered in purple sheets as well. The blanket is also purple.

When Murti Kumala copied the clothes without awkwardly, the butterfly wings trembled indicating that his heart was being gripped by anxiety.

Eh, it turns out that silver butterflies fly around for a while in the eyes of Murti Kumala who berentimenanya butterfly then perched at the end of Murti Kumala's chest.

The princess giggled amusedly, then lifted the silver butterfly.

"Ih, you naughty huh? It can't be, ah! You just rest here, okay?" while putting butterflies into the leaves of that potted plant.

"If you want to mimic, take some honey in the flower. You are a butterfly, the mimic is honey. No other mimic."

Murti Kumala giggled to herself.

At night, before Murti Kumala sleeps, silver butterflies are picked up from flower plants. The butterfly was placed on a pillow and its wings were made into toys with the princess's wiggly fingers.

Sungutnya also made toys while being talked to. Murti Kumala seemed very happy to play the butterfly, until it did not feel the night getting late and finally drowsiness arrived.

"Well, now I'm going to bed. You just sleep on the pillow next to me, huh? Tomorrow morning we play back. You should also sleep, don't stay up. If you stay up, you will catch a cold. If you catch a cold, I'm having a hard time. Your body is small. Hi, hi, hi, hi...!"

The princess also slept. It was beautiful in that sleep. Her lips slightly stretched like a pomegranate.

Without realizing it, the silver butterfly was emitting a dazzling white light. The longer the light gets brighter and bigger. Finally,

blaaab...!

The light went out, though,

the butterfly turned into Judah

Linger. The young man was grinning, sitting on the bed beside the princess.

His hand played the tip of the princess' nose. His lips were touched by the index finger of Judah. His chin was also played, and it finally crept up to his chest. The princess was shocked and woke up.

"Huhh...?!" he was strangled and jumped out of bed.

His eyes widened tensely looking at the figure of a slum-dressed young man on his bed. Of course the princess was pounding in fear and feeling cocky.

"Siii... Who are you?"

"My name is Yuda Lelana" replied Judah calmly. He got out of bed, though,

Murti Kumala retreated in fear.

"Don't dong. I like it here."

"Can't! Can't! Out there! If my dad knew you were here, you'd be beheaded, you know?!"

"Yes. Knows. Your father is a sadist!" yuda Lelana replied.

"Where did you come in from? How did you get here? Care is very strict. Let alone heading to my room, entering the palace alone is difficult not to play. But... But you can be here without any injuries? How strange. Who are you really?!"

"I'm the butterfly you brought from that garden."

"W...!"

Murti Kumala doesn't believe it. But his eyes immediately looked around looking for the butterfly.

It turns out there wasn't. Murti Kumala was stunned and reduced his tension.

"Then, then, you're not a random young man!"

"indeed not. I am an idol youth," said Yuda Lelana.

He approached Murti Kumala who had been leaning against the wall. His eyes looked at Judah unblinkingly, then realized that the princess who was in front of him was looking handsome.

Just because his clothes are shabby and his body is less well maintained so it looks less charming.

"Oh, why is my heart pounding so beautifully?" thought Murti Kumala.

"The sight of her eyes was so softly caressing my heart. Ouch, die me, Mother...! Why do I suddenly feel like hugging him? Doggone. My body shivered full of friendly hope. Oh, should I let him come near me? Shall? Yeah, gotta."

Yuda Lelana was desperate to hold the girl.

The girl who felt stuck could do nothing. His head was close to the wall, his eyes still staring at the look of a handsome face in front of him.

"That's what he is," thought MurtiKumala still silently.

When the distance of the face is only two feet away, Yuda Lelana said a soft word that was very soft, making the ears curious to listen more clearly.

"That's so pretty of you, Murti Kumala. Only now have I found the perfect beauty on the face of a girl like you. Oh, I don't think I want the night to go by so quickly, so I'm happy to look at your face that sticks to my heart."

A line of seduction began to be launched through soft speech. The seduction made Murti Kumala even more uncomplicated.

Now Yuda Lelana has a big smile. Murti Kumala's chest was shaken violently because of that smile. A set of pink flowers with green stems was picked. Yuda Lelana pinned the flower in Murti Kumala's hair, above the ears.

"This flower is a symbol of my happiness to meet you, Murti Kumala. This happiness is beyond any happiness I have ever found. I want to take you flying and sitting in a white mega blob enjoying the bright night of the full moon."

"Ba.. take me away, Yuda," said Murti Kumala, occasionally swallowing to soothe the gloom of a thousand romances.

Yuda Lelana just smiled. Then slowly near him the face, whispered a soft word, said,

"I'm amazed at you, Murti Kumala. Can I touch the tip of your lip?"

"He'eh..," the girl could only answer with a sigh.

His head nodded faintly. Then for fear of his heart exploding upon being approached by a handsome face, Murti Kumala closed his eyes with trembling grasping hands.

His mouth was slightly agape, as if resigned. And Yuda Lelana immediately pressed her lips against the girl's lips.

Pleks...!

Nyuuu...!

"Mmmm..."

Murti Kumala's life is like floating high, beautiful in the clouds. Because at that moment his lips were soft and soft.

It can no longer be described as tenderness, so Murti Kumala's spirit is like being flown high.

"Duh Gusti. What fate will I meet next that I receive such high and unparalleled happiness again?" thought Murti Kumala while still letting his lips receive the tenderness of Yuda Lelana.

That night, the princess fell in love with the slum youth who transformed into a butterfly during the day. Murti Kumala could not escape the fact that his heart was fixed where the young man hugged him.

The intimacy made Murti Kumala fall into a dreamland. Even if Judah Lelana only holds the head of the princess until the princess falls asleep in a gentle stroke of Judah's hand, but the dream that is present is the dream of the bearer of a million pleasures.

Murti Kumala receives the warmth of love, fulfilled his female passion in the dreamland. And the young man present in his dreamland was none other than Yuda Lelana.

King Kala Babak was astonished to see the change of his daughter. Every day only play butterflies, while if the night more often incubate in the room.

The Book of Jayabadra became a joke. It was completely unread and untouched by Murti Kumala.

"You're how? Moody months just want to get the Book of Jayabadra, turn already can not want to be studied? What the hell do you really want, my son?" ask the father in a annoyed tone.

"I'm coming down, Dad," that's all the boy replied.

Because it was pampered, the father did not want to force his daughter to study the contents of the Book of Jayabadra. He thought, surely the book will be studied.

For King Kala Babak, the important thing is that the face of the child is always cheerful and not moody like the months yesterday.

Three nights in a row Yuda Lelana stayed in the room with Murti Kumala. Three nights in a row the princess slept very well. Light only, because the lover always drowns a beautiful cradle in his arms.

Even if it takes one day it is without any daylight. Night continues. Let inner happiness always be fulfilled.

For even if they do not do the deepest ford, but if in the arms of Judah the princess's dream is always beautiful, always the dream gets a satisfying inner warmth.

Until the fourth night, at last the princess said with great force, because she was urged by her inner needs.

"I don't want to just be in a dream. I want that dream to come true."

"That means we should get married."

"I'm willing. Very ready!" the answer was excited, no longer thinking shyly.

"When are you going to propose to me?"

"I'll be facing your father in the afternoon" replied Yuda Lelana.

"Do you dare? My father's a king of thugs!"

"To get you, nothing scares me in the least! Let your father king of genies, even angels, I'm not afraid to propose to you."

"Oh, Yuda..," Murti Kumala dropped his head on Yuda's chest.

"You are indeed a man of dreams who can arouse the spirit of my love. Lamar me immediately! If my father doesn't allow us to mate, we run away from Devil's Island!"

So Yuda Lelana dared to face King Kala Babak. He emerged not from the princess's room, but turned into a butterfly first, then flew out of the castle fortress, then transformed into a human and came to the palace in a state of slum fixed clothes.

The thick-moustached and sinister-faced gatekeeper held him back.

"Who are you, and what do you want to come here?"

"My name is Yuda Lelana. I'm going to face King Kala Babak."

"What's your need?"

"Applying Princess Murti Kumala."

"Well...?! Is your mouth too slow?! Our king's daughter wants to be treated to a seedy young man like you? Wow, this is already brazen name! Need to be broken into your mouth and teeth first!

Oh.huh...!"

Wu...!

A huge hand struck the face of Yuda Lelana. But since Yuda Lelana was actually a god, and the gatekeeper was only a goat-class jinn warrior, then the punch was only held back with one finger. The punch struck Yuda's hardened index finger tip.

Dess...!

"Aaaauh...!" the gatekeeper screamed in pain.

Smoky body. His eyes were tightly closed, his teeth grimacing. All over his smoky body became trembling. The hand that hits wants to be pulled is half dead. The great body is like burning fire from the body. The heat is like the heat of a volcano's lava.

"Foruun...!" wailing while wriggling.

Then, Yuda Lelana pulled her index finger.

Seet...!

The man collapsed with a limp droop, like a sack of wet rice.

Bruk...!

But his loud shout had invited the attention of King Kala Babak's men. They immediately attacked Yuda Lelana with their respective devotions. They can disappear in turn, making their bodies like an untouchable shadow.