Storms On Mount Ciremai

A Fatiguing Day

Wirayudha approached Dewi Pramudita who was in a position to face down and still trying to stand, "Hyai Dewi, everything you have has been destroyed, I hold you accountable for your actions!"

Dewi Pramudita looked around her with a look of rage, "Phuuih!.I will not forget the events of today young man! everything that happens will be doubled!"

Ki Sampang who participated around Dewi Pramudita snorted annoyedly "Huh....do you think we will just let you go?"..."Hiaath....Deshs...Desh..kick boomed towards the body of Dewi Pramudita, quickly Dewi Pramudita flicked his hand forward cutting off the movement of Ki Sampang kick..."Dhegs...Dhegh.makes Ki Sampang clumped backwards. Dewi Pramudita quickly slapped her hands to the ground three times, "Bhuk.bhuk...Plasssh.His body turned into black smoke and vanished.

All that surrounded Dewi Pramudita stunned, they did not think so easily Dewi Pramudita could escape. Regret was visible on their faces, let alone Nini Sangga geni who had just joined. Wirayudha tried to entertain in order to eliminate the other annoyance "Already,.other time we can find it again, we must find the point of weakness of Nyai Goddess first!"

"Hey Goddess!..Nyai Goddess!..is she indeed Nyaimu Wira?" nini Sangga's mouth grunted venting her frustration, seeing all that was present could only smile a little at Wirayudha who was sprayed by Nini Sangga geni.

Aswangga's body was still hanging, a voice came from his mouth "Hkkkh..hkkkh..Hkkkh. Making the others turn towards him all, "Now what should we do to him?" Wirayudha asked what action should be taken against Aswangga.

"Prepare the dry wood under his body, burn it to the end, try not to let any blood drip to the ground!" shouted Nini Sangga geni to the others. Some people from the Shadow Army then collected dry logs and burned Aswangga's body which was still hanging. Then Ki Sampang, Jalasena, Nini Sangga geni and Wirayudha walked to return to the residence of Commander Mandala Putra.

When the events at the residence of Dewi Pramudita took place, in the residence of Panglima Mandala Putra something that was not expected to happen. Wiratama, who is still recovering, disappeared without anyone knowing. Inside the Wiratama treatment room, all the items in the room were all messy and lots of blood splashes, this made the anger of Commander Mandala Putra reach the top, in addition to the situation of his daughter who was crying made him more depressed.

"There's no point in me punishing you, Wisesa! now you lead all the troops to check everything related to this incident, the slightest trace you report to me!" Commander Mandala Putra then left Ki Wisesa who was still sitting below.

Commander Mandala Putra met his daughter in a private pendopo room, "Have there been any news about Kangmas Wiratama, the father?" Princess Retno Ningsih looked at her father's disheveled face, "be patient with my son! I haven't found a bright spot yet what has happened to Wiratama".

"What about the Gendis Diajeng, faggot? has he not been found yet?"... "the trail of Nyai Gendispun Romo has not found it yet! maybe he found out about this and tried to chase after the kidnapper himself".

Princess Retno Ningsih was silent, her heart was raging erratically, she had just felt a little happiness with Wiratama consciousness, today the happiness was taken back. The feeling of guilt weighed more on his heart, he realized fully, all the events that happened to Wiratama, came from the process of healing himself by Wiratama.

Ki Wisesa gathered all the soldiers, conducted a thorough investigation, from the guards who were in each post to the soldiers who were guarding inside the residence area. this event was a crushing blow to him and the guard post leaders, with their successive guard areas easily breached by the enemy.

Ki Wisesa recalls the events that have passed, when Ki Sampang found several soldiers from the gate guard who became spies at the residence of Commander Mandala Putra, when it was all caught by the expertise of Ki Sampang. "Did it all repeat?" his murmur in the heart. The more he thought, the more he made himself feel dead-end to think.