Marrying Princess Jin
#17
The horse circled in front of the balcony. A loud circle accompanied by both his legs raised and wings flapped, like he was showing off his beauty and prowess in front of Adinullah. Zabarjad raised his hand and ordered the horse to turn over. The horse raised both of its legs. His summary sounded loud splitting the silence of the place. His body was brought to the balcony. Adinullah looked amazed by the large and stocky stature of the horse. He imagined how he would be riding that horse. He will truly rule the sky. His pent-up desire to become a respected person and have many followers will eventually come true.
"Okay, this is your ride. He will come when you need him. Give him a name so that he understands when you call" Zabarjad told Adinullah. Adinullah fell silent thinking of a proper name for the dark horse in front of him.
"Bireng Mundung's. I named him Jaran Bireng Mundung" said Adinullah. Back the horse raised both its legs and neighed loudly, like an exultation with the name of Adinullah's giving.
"Now, up. Rarely is a mundung beer already yours. He'll take you around. Have fun and enjoy your paradise. I will have the ladies prepare you food" said Zabarjad. Adinullah looked at Zabarjad.
"Not to be afraid. You won't fall. Whatever your mind is, that horse is already connected to you. He won't harm his master,"
Adinullah nodded steadily. To test whether the horse really understood what was on his mind, Adinullah closed his eyes. In his heart, he ordered the horse to turn around and saluted him.
The horse came back. Adinullah opened his eyes. He smiles. The horse is now facing towards him with the position of subduing his body.
Two large tall men with scary faces. He saluted by sitting on the floor.
"The princess was told to go to the king's majesty" said one of the two. Zabarjad nodded his head. He turned to Adinullah. Adinullah's shoulder in his grasp spoiled.
"My husband, have some fun with your horse. Enjoy the view of this place as much as your heart. Your Majesty calls me. I will call you when the dish is ready, " said Zabarjad. Adinullah nodded.
Adinullah then climbed up the balcony. The black horse frowned its two wings and brought its body closer to the balcony. Adinullah took it slow. After Adinullah's sitting position was steady on the horse's back, the horse slowly moved forward. Slowly both wings were flapped. It was getting faster and faster, thus creating a loud roar of wind. And not long after, the horse darted out.
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Zabarjad entered the dark room after passing through a long hallway filled with idols lined up along the hallway. The idols are all in a standing position with the attitude of arranging worship. Huge idols with eyes that seemed to live like they were staring where Zabarjad's body moved.
Zabarjad rested on the floor and prayed to a figure whose entire body was burning with fire, who was sitting on a throne. The roar of burning flames rang out filling the room. On his left and right sides, each of them had sat three people. He turned his head towards the one empty seat on the right side of the mysterious figure. The terrifying figure stood up. His flaming robe was preoccupied. He was King Jin who was four hundred years old. His name is Prabu Kale Marge. Fifty years ago he succeeded in seizing the white jinn kingdom from the hands of its leader, Fathul Bar, located on a high bako hill. He is the most powerful genie. His devotion succeeded in deceiving the followers of the weak king of Fathul Bar to help him rebel and drive him away. It was his power and power that made him incomparable. He also made himself King of the Jin people.
"Zabarjad, I am very pleased and satisfied with your efforts to mislead one of the followers of Master Alamsyah Hasbi. Mistake as many as those who want to go to Allah with your deception. I will grant you high rank and rank by my side. Get up and sit down with my followers who have a glorious achievement like you," said Kale Marge as she pointed her long, flaming arms toward an empty seat on her right.
"Now our path to mislead the followers of Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi will be more open with the presence of Adinullah. Prepare him as best as possible to carry out the mission. But remember, do not let him face to face with Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi. Master Guru Alamsyah Hasbi is not an opponent of Adinullah. Even if it is inevitable, give him help to face Master Alamsyah Hasbi. You can ask Darharah and Getih Merah for help" said Kale Marge, pointing to the two people sitting to his left. Both men nodded their heads respectfully.
Kale Marge raised her fire wand and pointed it towards the dark wall. Some sparks shot out from the end of the stick and shot towards the dark wall. Instantly the dark walls turned bright and displayed a large screen, where they could see how Aminullah was screaming in excitement on his dark horse that flew here and there. Zabarjad smiled with satisfaction at Kale Marge smilingly nodding her head.
"Now go, meet Adinullah. After that give her the desire to spend the time of her bride with you. Give him a service that makes him miss visiting this place again" Kale Marge told Zabarjad. Zabarjad got up and performed prayers. After that, he left the place.
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Adinullah slowly came down from the horse after a long time ago was taken flying into a world that was like no brim. He felt that his belief had now reached the stage of Haqqul Yaqin, the level of confidence in someone who was the highest level. What he had seen in that place was believed to be heaven. Everything is as the scholars say about the image of heaven.
Zabarjad smiled at Adinullah. His body attitude has changed. High self-confidence is seen from both shoulders that are slightly raised. The way he stepped was not bent as usual. His chest puffed up as he walked, making Zabarjad sure, there was arrogance that began to perch in Adinullah's heart. The nature that will make Adinullah can smooth his task of bringing as many humans as possible into his followers.
Zabarjad approached him immediately. Adinullah's hand was embraced with his head propped up spoiled on Adinullah's shoulders. The ladies-in-waiting who were standing lined up formed a posse of calves, bowing their heads as the two passed by entered the main hall. The door to the balcony was closed. Zabarjad then took Adinullah to the place where the dishes were prepared on a long table made of gold. On the dining table, containers made of gold and silver glittered. The aroma of the food presented makes Adinullah's stomach hungry.
"Isn't this pork?" adinullah asked after a while looking towards the large container on which was placed whole pork.
Zabarjad smiles. He took Adinullah to sit down. After that he took out a golden fork and thrust it into the belly of the pig. Pork stuck to the end of the fork and then placed it on the front plate Adinullah sat.
"Eat. Today the illegitimate has been memorized specifically for servants who believe in our god" Zabarjad said. Adinullah took the fork and stuck it into the piece of pork and ate it.
"Emmmm..Tasty, amazing," said Adinullah as the mangosteen followed the chewing of his teeth. Zabarjad smiles.
"Eat as much. All the food served on this table can increase your man's desire a hundredfold." Zabarjad brought his mouth closer to Adinullah's ear.
"After this, you must satisfy me. Finish your meal, I'll wait in the room" said Zabarjad. His smile full of excitement made something between his two thighs soar in shock. Blood rustling. It has been a long time since he did. Johani's body could no longer arouse his desire. Nothing interesting. His body is too inflated. He himself said that his own could not stand anymore because too long did not do it. But miraculously, hearing Zabarjad's sigh when whispering in his ear spontaneously made something upright again. And strangely, he felt that something felt bigger and longer.
Adinullah's breath was heard. He felt impatient again. Without saying another word, he immediately devoured the food in front of him.
