SHAVETUH MANTU

Married Angel

The soldiers encouraged Pandu to rush along the corridor adorned with ledge lights towards a room rich in fragrances.

The soldiers left the puri keputren after throwing a keril bag with the owner into a room that had mosquito nets on a gold-plated wooden bed. They took Ki Pawiro, Laras, and Genta to confinement.

Pandu held his keril bag next to a high-backed chair with a shriveled face. Indeed, the situation there is not much different from the house that he suddenly missed all the contents. Only the face of the angel who manifests all the beauty and beauty of a woman he craves shakes his eyes and mind.

There is no way that I married an angel, it is clear that he is a subtle creature that can change his manifestation at will.

Pandu spontaneously shuddered in horror then hid behind his keril bag. The original entity in the angelic form may be prettier or even scarier than its present manifestation. And the woman raised her eyebrows when she saw him so.

“What's wrong with you, my husband?” Dewi Laya Bajramaya raises her shawl down the shoulder and folds her hand in the lap. All of his movements seemed flexible and trained. Only his eyes seemed empty.

Pandu. “Let me go, Nyai! I'm not your husband.”

Goddess Laya Bajramaya clucked while shaking her head vaguely.

“You have been waiting for me, Pandu. Aren't you acting more calm? Why fear me?”

Pandu hugged his keril bag tightly and shook his head. “I obviously want to marry earth man, real man, not like nyai!” said brave.

Highlight the eyes of Dewi Laya Bajramaya flushed to hear the name Nyai. He does not accept. He was young, had a pointed chin, a pointed nose, symmetrical eyebrows, a perfect chest and smooth skin as soft as silk that was clearly plastered in the eyes of Pandu because he used a kemben from a rag. He is perfect as an angel of kahyangan. Only at the bottom of his nose does not have a philtrum/indentation.

Pandu trembled as Dewi Laya Bajramaya rubbed her head like a mother. The fragrance rattled his entire skin pores.

“You are injured, take a shower first I treat the wound, my husband.”

Pandu shook his head strongly, in his mind he tried to make a prayer but unfortunately a gentle swipe in his eyes continued to mess up a series of sentences of tranquilizers and exorcists.

Door swings. Five ladies-in-waiting Dewi Laya Bajramaya brought a tray containing gold bokor with various fillings. Five servants followed them with large jugs of water. They prepared a bath in that room for Pandu.

A lady-in-waiting informs me that everything is ready before going out and closing the door.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya stopped her gentle swab and grabbed a keril Pandu bag that she wanted to vanish. There is an heirloom that is carried Pandu, a keris.

“Go clean-up, I won't see it.”

Pandu obviously did not believe because after his bag disappeared in the decapitation, the corner of the room that has a large barrel with the nipper of a coconut shell on it was plastered in his eyes, clearly the bathroom was without a protective bulkhead.

Pandu grunting. Do I have to emulate the firmness of my father as a husband? Halah, wry. What husband! I'm not, this angel is just me. It's delicious, it's matured directly in download without the need to be my mother who was hard to take care of me from birth. Sempuls.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya smiled anxiously at the figure sitting on the floor of her room. Wearing a mountain jacket, brown cargo pants, white T-shirts and mountain shoes all of which had been stained by the ground and perspiration still made Pandu look good in his eyes.

“Go ahead or are you willing to help me?”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya smiled gracefully then took off her crown and shawl.

“Then I took a shower. My husband Kakang Pandu just wait until it's done.”

“Do not want! Long time and what sampean not shy shower in front of me? I want out.” protest Pandu.

“Please. Door opens for you brother.”

With the spirit of four five, Pandu came out of the room of the angel. But his body immediately fell into the wall. The five maids and five maids guarding outside the room instantly made an attacking defensive formation.

Pandu raised both his hands, his heart beating fast. Under the pale light, his face looked cloudy. Being the abductee of another dimensional entity is not too surprising to him as he has gone through many retrocognition portals of various entities that led him to explore an event into the past since childhood through his inner eyes and spirit. Laras and Genta are only two of those who have been Pandu selami, only his control is not as big as usual. He can't control himself. There is an energy greater than and in the land of kahyangan. Even the nature he came to was a mountain, a wingit place and power center that connects humans with ancestors who have supernatural powers by certain beliefs.

Nu, may you get to my house. Tell mom and dad Nanang to pick me up. I'm going to take Yanda off, I'll be better than yesterday and I'm not being reckless.

Pandu took a breath, the air was fresher than nature, the fog was still plastered around him. Pandu looked at the ten people there who would definitely send him into the room of the angel.

“Where are my friends?”

“Currency.”

“Release, they do not disturb!”

There is no other answer because the door behind Pandu slowly opens to make Pandu fall backward.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya caught it and smiled. Pandu gegas stood up and then cleared his throat, almost wrong behavior because the angel uses a lathe and scented once. The aroma is sweet, the touch exceeds the softness of silk cloth or whisper softly.

“Come in, I'm done kakang.” said the angel.

“Kalo I shower, you wait outside like me!” sahut Pandu with emphasis on his tone.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya nodded. Whether really agree or deceive like the true angels sent by the gods to mess with the minds of the hermits there, Pandu closed the door after the Goddess was out.

He opened his keril bag and took out all the contents. Pandu looking around where the kris sakti gave his father, nothing! Pandu screamed in silence, trying to find him in places that are used to hide important objects until the room of the angel was in a mess. There aren't. Pandu kicked the foot of the bed and looked at the door angrily.

The goddess knew it! Young, Gusti. Why is my ordeal not finished.

Pandu took the logistics in the form of supermarket snacks and rendang rice. For a moment he sniffed the rendang rice, almost stale, but instead of eating offerings that were in a golden bokor that looked better, he ate greedily his own supplies.

Mommy must be cooking vegetable lodeh, and fried tempeh now. The Mother...

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