METAPHYSICAL WAR
The plan - for a victory requires preparation II
Plan - for a victory requires preparation.
Rush three different age humans entered the house with a small run. The rain irreverently fell suddenly, forcing them not to linger in the garden of the house. The door handle was reached first by Hamim, the three entered one by one.
Dinner at night is actually not Raduma's habit let alone heavy foods such as meat but in honor of Kaganga and Hamim he was willing to eat roasted turkey earlier. Maybe that's why he's making coffee, too.
It was just a simple etiquette when one was meeting at someone else's house. Trivial but meaningful, rejecting the invitation to eat the homeowner is less ethical for the Raduma family even though the homeowner does not feel offended.
“If you want to go straight to sleep you can occupy any room,” said Kaganga. “Goodnight.”
“Yes, uncle,” Raduma replied.
Kaganga moved to her private room, not far from the living room. Hamim and Raduma are still busy putting the kitchen equipment they used earlier.
“It's been night sleep only first.” Tell Hamim while glancing at the wall clock.
“Nothing, after all I do sleep late at night. Let me help you tidy up and wash the dishes.”
“Repot also has no helper but I always try to enjoy it.”
Raduma laughed a little and said,
"By the way where did Uncle Kaganga meet you?”
Hamim paused for a moment, his brain recalling the beginning when he was able to meet Kaganga.
“If you remember that moment it feels sad,” he replied raucously when he was not in the flu. “I used to meet him at one of the bus terminals in Bogor city when I was looking for money alone by being an umbrella ojek during the rainy season, as I have said before. If the rainy season subsides I switch to scavenger.”
“In Bogor ? what are you doing in terminal ?” raduma Gumam. “You have no family ?”
“Entah, obviously at that time your uncle looked very tired, his hands slightly scratched, it seemed like a wound from a sharp slash, whether a folding knife, carambit or something like that. Then he waved at me to get closer, asking me to buy a bandage and so on in exchange for a considerable sum of money. Spontaneous I want to, besides I feel sorry to see the wound in his hand. From there I talked to him in a Tegal stall, hehe felt missed that moment,”. “I don't know who my mother Raduma was because she died giving birth to me while my father went somewhere when I was 4 years old, the only thing I had was an older brother. But my brother also died from a mismanagement. Street life has plunged him on the brink of destruction.”
“I'm sorry, it turns out your life is much harder.” Raduma bowed for a moment.
“That's.” In short, while smiling.
“But did you not used to be afraid if if uncle was a criminal?” Just joking Raduma with a horse.
“Iya yes, I just realized now,” replied Hamim laughing loosely. “Maybe it was so happy that I ate gurame, sambal and rolade fish that I had never eaten before. Not even a hint of suspicion. And I guess my heart also says that your father or uncle is a good man.”
“Seat eating together, your uncle then asked me to be his adopted son and willing to stay in this house, as well as take care of this house. Because since I came here even this house is no one,” he said again.
Hamim Raduma's reply laughed.
“Done too, then I go to bed first.” Hamim left the kitchen.
“Ya, go first, I'm staying one more plate.”
Hamim went to his room which was near the living room while Raduma was still in the kitchen. After washing the last dishes, he finally returned to the living room. Sit on the sofa and delay to enter the room next to Hamim's room.
Actually Raduma is already in protection, the gap for the shadow satellite to attack him is closed.
Especially for Evan Bagaskara and Barbara Luel who apparently could not see the house Kaganga , that's because the veil of energy that makes Kaganga's home untraceable can only be seen by people with the highest metaphysical levels. Raduma can't trace it.
Apparently, Kaganga had planned for Raduma to be there immediately so that he could not be known and had time to prepare. But he was mistaken, the article Yellow Literature is now much more clever. With the help of his khodam he was able to find the location of Kaganga's house. His energy level had been qualified to open one more level of his eyeball ability.
“Even night cried Kaganga when I could find this person you were hiding,” said Sastra Kuning on top of a high building that belongs to a vocational high school, 500 meters from Kaganga's house. “Like a coincidence, I didn't think this young man had ushered me to you too.”
With a tight black jersey, the athletic body of yellow literature is clearly visible. Jeans without wearing footwear he raves of his family from his residence in the city of Bali. He took the unilateral decision to carry out the attack alone without the help of two other shadow satellite members. Literary thought, if able to kill Raduma alone, he felt his own satisfaction. If it can not be resolved by him the option to work as a team then he will take and indeed the meeting with Barbara and Evan also stay 3 more days in Bali.
From the top of the school building he flew slowly closer to Kaganga's house, preparing to launch a blow that could make enough holes for humans to enter.
“Energy sheath, distressing. Where did you learn to make techniques like this, Kaganga ?” muttered. “But I can still enter it. It's just that—maybe this energy sheath is designed to multiply or repair itself. Such as cell regeneration in the human body. Hmm.. I only have 45 minutes until the hole closes back and I can't get out.”
Yellow literature must think twice when studying the characteristics of the energy sheath in a short time. He did not want to be careless, if only his opponent only Raduma maybe he did not need to think much about how to escape if he failed in fighting.
“Badra, get out of my body, you face the young man. Kaganga let me face it.” Inner Literature.
Suddenly out of the original body of Yellow Literature in Bali, precisely in his own home. In a sitting position on a rocking chair, an astral being named Badra came out from the rough body of Yellow Literature and instantly responded to the telepathy his master had sent. His form was a man with a black body but his face was white, black hair was disheveled, and a chessboard motif cloth that covered his waist. Similar Semar in the story of puppetry is only six pack body and hair.
“You sure ? We better not rush,” he replied by telepathy.
“We'll see later.”
“The problem is we will not fight in open space. This is risky, why take the risk if there are still other options ?”
Yellow Literature did not say anymore, his facial expression was flat, inviting and difficult to read. Without waiting any longer Badra set off towards the location where the Yellow Literature stood. It does not take long, maybe less than 4 minutes from Bali to the Cirebon region.
“Once I make a hole, attack the young man who is on top of that sofa.” Literature Instructions as Badra arrives beside her.
Literature jumps like a tree frog that can jump 150 times higher than its own body height. Sped away while throwing a hard punch hit the energy sheath, a hole was created followed by a hole Badra who entered to attack Raduma.
BAMM !!
Raduma bounced two meters away, noticing something coming from the upper left but having no time to dodge it completely.
Even so, it was fortunate that Badra's right hand punch that could break the rock was not only destroying Raduma's body. He just felt a little pain.
That's because the nature of the energy or inner power that people like Raduma have is defensive in nature. It will explode instantly, when stimulated by shock, a very spontaneous panic. Or detect the arrival of something that is contrary to Raduma's energy.
“Who are you ?” Raduma sighed and then squinted his eyes.
“Still able to survive with such a blow,” Badra said. “Huft, this is what I hate about people like you."
“Awas !” peekik Badra's.
The Yellow Literature Movement was still too fast, he managed to escape from the target of four arrows that had actually locked the position of Yellow Literature.
“This technique, you still use Kaganga but at least good as well, there is an improvement. In terms of speed, size. More improved than the first time I saw it, and a little extra fire charge at the end of the arrow.” Yellow Literature looked towards Kaganga's room.
“I deliberately did not do it in full force, I will let that young man who will kill you.” Suddenly the door of the room opened slowly, Kaganga was seen coming out with a sword made of energy.
The words of Kaganga, received Yellow literature as an insult. The flat face finally looked riled up.
“You think you can kill me anytime ?” yell Literature Screeches and Spits. “Today I will also complete the previously unresolved. Including killing this young man !”
“No, not today,” reply Kaganga. “Look it, let's make a deal. If you are able to kill this young man three days after tonight, I will be willing to fight with you once more to the death. You ready ?”
“What are you planning Kaganga ?” Yellow Literature Lips.
Badra approached and whispered.
“No problem Literature, we accept the challenge. After all we are superior in terms of numbers later.”
Yellow Literature fell silent for a moment.
“After all you know, that energy sheath will be closed again. You only have a little time. And you wouldn't have guessed what I would do next,” Kaganga explained as she pointed at the sheath of energy.
“You forgot Kaganga, I'm not the kind of person who dies fast.” Literature smiles obliquely. “I can still get out.”
“You sure ?” Suddenly Hamim was already outside the house right in the area of the hole created in the energy sheath.
Although the distance is far but the voice of Hamim can be heard by Literature and others.
“Since when was he there ?” badra murmur.
Yellow Literature squinted its eyes at Hamim who was like he was about to do something.
“You will not be able to get out Literature, instead we can get out of this energy sheath because it is still in a rough form. This sheath of energy would only lock onto a subtle form. And when that happens, I'll blow this house up. If your subtle form is injured, your abusive form is also injured. You know that too.” Kaganga.
Badra whispered again.
"Don't risk Literature..."
Literature grew increasingly upset, her anger hidden behind her flat face. A moment later, he smiled and laughed.
“Interesting, I honestly didn't expect you to be as strong as you are now. That gets me excited.”
“So ?” ask Kaganga again.
“Alright, I will wait three days, prepare your men (Raduma) so that he does not die quickly.”
Hearing that Raduma felt hooked.
“We'll see later,” he said.
Literature and Badra finally came out of Kaganga's house, returning to their original position in Bali.
The veil of energy closed completely, Hamim entered the house and Kaganga sat on the sofa as well as Raduma.
They were talking about something that had just happened.
“He's stronger now, this is beyond my expectations. No one should be able to see this house. The energy sheath is made with a very large energy supply by being influenced from electromagnetic waves from rare metals that are inside the earth right in this region,”.
“You can see the metal underground ? That far ?” Raduma.
“It takes energy level above 60 %. Because it is very far away almost to the bowels of the earth. You could say it is almost impossible to do ordinary humans or who have metaphysical abilities.,” between Hamim.
“Ya.” Kaganga.
“Then how now ? Yellow Literature already knows my current existence. That means, it will be free initial plan that we will run.” Raduma leaned on his body. He felt tired even he did not have time to sleep for a moment. “He'll be watching me right away since tonight.”
“You're right, but don't worry, I still have other plans. You don't have to move around to avoid chasing the shadow satellite implants. But maybe you will open war,” said Kaganga.
“What should I do ?”
“What we need to do is just make the implant can not be done.”
“But how to uncle ?”
“I think it's impossible Dad if we don't enlarge the distance.” Hamim.
“It could be without having to use the first plan, in Indonesia there are some mysterious points, where the area we can not mengmpleng (enlightened). Even if forced, still it will not be clearly visible and will only make the head dizzy.”
“Where is it?”
“I think you've been there too.” Kaganga finally broke her body due to drowsiness that crammed in the eye peluk. “I'll explain tomorrow morning.”
Hamim and Raduma did not ask again when they saw the old man in front of them about to sleep on the sofa. While Raduma, his heart wondered, where the location he had been.
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