Marrying the King of Darkness

Pangguripan

"My story ends here ...

The Sendang Pangguripan."

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This caramel-eyed guy keeps me wondering why he's treating me?

He hurt me, took my first kiss, scratched my cheek,

hurt my lips, why should he.

I don't think I want to be touched because we're not the makhrom resisting but rather the grip I'm getting.

"Master .. I beg you to release my sister, instead I will do whatever Gan Arya commands," I asked once again, there is no harm in continuing to try but the reaction of Gan Arya far exceeds my expectations.

He glared at me, as he got angry his face grew scarier. The long hair, the caramel eyes, the brownish bushy eyebrows, the nose of the prostane tub and the white skin typical of well-groomed city people, it sniffed like it wanted to swallow me alive, her burly and tall body made me think of Bollywood star Aksay Kumar.

"Conscious Lay .. istigfar what I think," my inner self inwardly.

It's true that the devil justifies all means to tempt our faith, in this car there are only two of us it makes the devil continue to tempt my mind, the advice of my teacher used to be true, indeed, the advice of my teacher,

do not be alone with the opposite sex there will be a third person, namely the devil.

"The brave girl .. Your behavior makes me want to enjoy you even more, you idiot .. No one dares to say my name!" his jolt.

Beep ... beep ...

Gan Arya picked up the phone, whether she was talking to whom.

"Hallo ... what!? find them till we meet .. I have business ...."

After the phone call ended he stared intently at me.

"Your sister fled .. if they haven't found her you must take responsibility ...."

"What!?"

I am not surprised at being told to take responsibility, but how Sri and Dewi were able to escape.

thank God if that is so.

****

"Badri ... Let's get on! it's morning" orders Gan Arya.

The car also drove through a long road no house at all there is only farmland, rice fields stretched wide if in this village is called the tuanggan road.

Gan Arya told me to go down, while Mr. Badri had come down first he brought something like tempeh (a flat bamboo woven) whatever the contents.

But I'm no stranger to the one Mr. Badri brought like I've seen but I don't know where.

I followed them, the car parked on the side of the road could not enter because access was only a path, this is a restricted area but every day there are always people on guard.

"Sugeng Rawuh, pinarak Temp (welcome, please enter Temp)," welcome one of them, the chairman of custom, the village device, and welcome, the village chief also had them shake hands and kiss the hand of Gan Arya apparently he was quite respected and flattered by them, I would like to stop the greeting of the salaman, he said, it is curious that I tell the village chief this person called Temperature is nothing more than a bastard.

"Ooiii .. here don't go far." Gan Arya's orders to me. Inevitably I kept up, all eyes on me I could feel shocked expressions from the look on their faces but absolutely no one opened their voices when I approached Gan Arya.

I look at the scenery around

the area here is heavily guarded only selected citizens can enter here, so this is called a grill.

"Badri put the tumpeng under that big tree!"

What so Mr. Badri message tumpeng to me for this ritual, I can't be mistaken to see it tumpeng made me, if from the beginning I know his intention I must have rejected it.

my sweat is in vain. I don't accept

"Pakdhe"

"Shut up during the ritual, no one should talk" explains Gan Arya. Now all I can do is shut up and watch this idol before me.

Sendang is the source of a flowing spring that is said to be the water itself panguripan makes us stay young, why do they believe such a thing!? I would love to protest the customary chief but the eyes of the village chief and Mr. Badri are like warning me not to do anything.

In the midst of the seven great stones, Gan Arya told them to sit on the stones, while the others sowed various kinds of flowers I saw there were red roses, jasmine, ylang, cempaka, cantile, and so on, good night, gambir, strangely the flowers are not followed by the flow of water instead stay in place, whether the science of what is used Gan Arya.

A few moments later appeared sharing various weapons in front of them there were keris, sword, celurit. Out of nowhere those weapons, exactly who is this Gan Arya !?