SATRIO.

CH 79

Pandji complains when he wakes up for breakfast, sleeps less and he feels tired. His eyes were heavy when opened despite having been rubbed by hand several times.

At dawn when his meditation failed, Pandji found a carved wooden box in front of him. From the energy that seeped out, he knew that it was an heirloom .. and somehow Pandji remembered his best friend, Aswanta.

Because his eyes were still sleepy, Pandji sat at the dinner table lazily. Gia, her most attentive sister immediately greeted, offering food. "What kind of vegetable does Pandji want?"

Pandji yawns, "Bench spinach."

"The smell of corn omelette?"

"Hm ... same mastopan potatoes," Pandji replied reluctantly.

Gia giggled amusedly, "About mustofa, Mas Pandji …!"

"Yes that ..," Pandji just quietly listened to Gia who talked a lot during the meal.

Tells about one of his friends who suddenly convulsed while studying in class.

Both Pandji's parents listened closely to the news from his daughter. Ask some important things about the family and the response of the school with the incident.

"Pak Karsa was teaching at the court of Uncle Candi, Mother. So he handled Gia's friend until she recovered!" it was obviously Gia who had not felt strange about the story.

"Gia sure that the boy is completely healed?" ask Pandji's Mother. His hands were busy adding vegetables to his daughter's plate which was starting to empty.

"Gia doesn't know, Mother. Just .... in the class his son became a pendiem, daydreaming, his eyes often look up!" continued Gia with a horrified expression. "Oh yeah, can Gia have a day off to eat vegetables, Mother?"

Pandji grinned, his sister's habits are the opposite of his. Avoid plant foods. "You're not a carnivore!"

"Mas Pandji is also not a herbivore," replied Gia scowling.

"But you don't have an allergy like Mas Pandji" Raksa said, forcing her sister to eat whatever was on the table like her. "Example here ...!" connect Raksa while taking vegetables and also some side dishes until the plate is full again.

"Raksa .. that's an exaggeration of his name!" Selia's mother only shook her head to see the style of eating her second son who was always excited like a starving person.

Aswanta and Mika just kept quiet, occasionally joined in to smile.

"Mas Pandji there's an outside event today?" ask Pandji's father with a slightly grim look.

"Pandji and Aswanta would like to meet Pakde Noto at the court, Dad. Is there anything Pandji should do at home?"

"Uncle Candika wants to meet you, maybe after this she comes."

"Alright .. is Aunt Risa okay?" Pandji wiped his mouth after finishing his meal and drink.

Pandji's father replied flatly, "Physically healthy, but still shaken by yesterday's events. Sometimes still crying over Ayunda's departure."

"The attack at Pandji's school yesterday was masterminded by Badrika herself, Dad! Pandji did not expect them to appear during the day," Pandji lamented no less grimly.

"Badrika's father is learning something, the events at Gia and Raksa's school are also just luring you out, so that Mas Pandji spends his energy there. It also broke the focus and measured the extent of Mas Pandji's current strength."

After eating, his father took Pandji, Mika and Aswanta to the front desk to continue the conversation while waiting for Uncle Candika's arrival.

“Pandji is worried about the dark scenery hanging there, Dad!" point Pandji up, towards the blue morning sky.

Exhaling heavily, Father Pandji spoke softly, "The mortal will open along with the opening of the magic book that Mas Pandji kept. The demons will exert great power to snatch the book from you. This house will likely be the center of the battlefield."

“Our family is in great danger, Father. Can we evacuate everyone to a safe place?” Pandji rubbed his sleepy face that increasingly looked tired.

Father Pandji's head shook heavily, "This house is the safest place."

Pandji massaged his throbbing head in pain, looking towards the silent Mika with a dizzy expression. Then looked at the pale Aswanta as if he had lost some of his life.

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