SHAVETUH MANTU

Your Eyes

All the hands and feet of Pandu are tied in each corner of the bed that has a wooden frontman with rattan fiber that is tripe Dewi Laya Bajramaya from the mat with his strength.

“REMOVE!” shout Guide. As powerful as he could, he moved his limbs. “REMOVE!” Pandu growling.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya crawled onto Pandu's body and then stomped his hips on his stomach. Pandu groans in pain. Breathing snorted. He choked for so long that his throat felt dry.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya grinned, her hands bent upwards, she pulled out her condominium skewers.

“Tell me you're my husband, Pandu Mahendra!” urged Dewi Laya Bajramaya with glancing eyes.

Realizing his life could float at any time in that dimension, Pandu closed his eyes. He took a breath, holding back a figure like Aisyah who was so big that it instilled attention on him in the real world.

Gusti, is it still worth Pandu to be Aisyah's companion if this angel figure claims to be my wife?

Pandu opened his eyes. He looked into the spooky eyes of the angel who shined a sharp glare at him.

“Yanda once said to me, a wife should be according to her husband! If not just divorce, not worth maintaining!”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya put on a sour face. He knows how tough Dad Pandu is. He once visited her on earth to tempt the authoritative man to be his female companion. Uh in the raw push. And for this one it's just as loud but funny. Don't fail, maybe he thought.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya smiled, Pandu yelled so badly. He moved his body, busying the Goddess with his movements while hoping to gather help from the surroundings.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya laughed cheerfully. “Forward Go, until your energy runs out and I can spend time with you without rejection.”

Pandu growled in annoyance, the more the spirit disturbed the Goddess. “Down!” his yell.

Dayang and the Goddess's room guard soldiers looked at each other, smiles forming on their lips, but Laras and Genta were in a mess approaching them.

Something must be wrong, Inner Genta. He pushed Laras past the two legs of the soldier who stood astride easily while kicking the door with all his might.

Goddess Laya Bajramaya gasped as both doors swung violently. He held back his return from opening.

Laras and Genta were shocked by what happened on the bed.

Guide exclaims, “Please, Race!”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya throws a skewer of his condition quickly until it hits the front shoulder of Laras. The little ghost screamed, instead of being silent, he ran around in the room like he was chasing a wasp.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya moved from the body of Pandu, he slipped the tip of his batik cloth into the winding fabric that smothered his body before capturing Laras.

“Will I finish you!” Dewi Laya Bajramaya snapped.

Barrel jerked, his body still his feet still running.

“Do not you anything my friend!” pandu snapped as he glared at Laras while gripping his shoulder and almost uttering a line of incantations.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya turned to Pandu, then Genta who tried to fight his guard soldiers.

“He's annoying and what are you keeping such a useless boy for!”

“If you spend it, I will finish you too!” Threaten Pandu's.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya chuckled until her neck looked up 90 degrees.

“No husband acts rudely with his wife, brother. And what I did was to reciprocate your treatment earlier!”

The grip on the shoulder Barrel tightens. Laras crying. The longer the duration of his grip the louder he screamed.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya pushes him, Laras crashes. With sad mimicry hacil was begging Pandu. But the anger in the mind of the angel who easily ignited his emotions did not disappear, he plucked the other konde skewer from his hair.

Equally trying, Pandu did not give up in freeing himself from the rattan bond. While Genta was in a physical fight with five direct soldiers.

Bak takes revenge on the wrong target, Genta can reach one of the spears held by the soldier after kicking him in one lunge. He spat out his poisonous saliva from its final condition before dying at the tip of the spear and pointed it at the soldier.

As the guard and lady-in-waiting soldiers retreated regularly, Pandu managed to escape from the nestapa bed despite his ankles and hands being scuffed and bleeding.

“Stop or I finish!”

“Kakang.” woo Dewi Laya Bajramaya with a sad mimic before taking a break. Gently he said, “I just want to get close to you!”

“Busty!” The clapper raised the spear as if it was about to hit the Goddess. Pandu prevented him before things happened that were worse than his anger earlier.

“Quite, Genta! I ra popo.” Pandu.

Genta gave the spear to Pandu before pulling the body of Laras drooping on the floor.

“Restore energy!” snapped Pandu in a sharp voice. Eyes shiny.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya pursed her lips. The unusual combination that Pandu did seemed to be ravaging his anger.

“Yes, husband. And you can't divorce me because I've complied.”

Hally, demit. You are full of tricks!

“Do!” snapped Pandu, moving his spear.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya touched Laras' shoulder with both shoulders. From his palm radiated yellowish energy.

Slowly, the pale in the skin of Baras disappeared and he clenched the Genta.

Pandu did not throw the spear, he knew the arsenic poison in Genta's saliva still serves to protect.

“Begging your ladies and soldiers to disperse!” Pandu pointed his spear to the back body of Dewi Laya Bajramaya.

With a slow crawl, the Goddess sent her servant away from the doorway.

“Already. Don't punish me, Pandu.” he said cuckold, “waste his stick! We could be alone now. No one bothers.”

“Your eyes!” sahut Pandu's.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya roared, her behavior suddenly like a broken-hearted teenager. His feet kicked in the air and cried, his hysterics outstripped Laras.

Forced to throw his spear to the floor. Only after the sound of falling wood was heard, Dewi Laya Bajramaya fell silent.

Pandu looked at him while crouching. “Obati lukaku, Dewi Laya Bajramaya. Do it right now with your hands, without your help!” he took it seriously.

As hypnotized by Pandu's temperament on that one, Dewi Laya Bajramaya assented. He moved while wiping his tears on his cheeks.

“I'm still pretty?”

“You are ugly, you are evil!” sahut Laras's.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya obviously wanted to kick the boy just as the boy was bothering him earlier. But Pandu's orders were orders he had to work on.

“Wait a minute, my husband. I Find first plants in the garden.”

“Yes, do it well. Do not forget to wash the holy spring let afdol clean!”

“Ah sakang, I know. Your wife is smart!”

Hoex....

Pandu assures that the angel quickly passes and he can run away..

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