Story of Maung Kulon

Events in Balairung

Three days have passed. The letter from Mr. Santeno has been distributed to the place they are headed. The teachers of Sadewo Single College are back. They are currently gathered together in a hall.

"Did it work?" ask Mr. Santeno.

"May succeed. To be sure, all the letters were given. Nothing is left out" said one of the teachers.

"alright. You can rest" said Mr. Santeno.

Four teachers nodded. They resigned from the balariung. Now there are only Cakra Buana, Wingless Angel, Mr. Santeno, and Sri Ningsih, the sweet girl and body like a Spanish guitar who had made Cakra Buana scolded by her female tiger.

They talk about everything that they think is important. Including the plan to destroy the Death Skull Organization.

It was already midnight, all the disciples and teachers had returned to their respective places. There were only four people left who had not returned and his eyes still looked fresh.

As they were engrossed in talking and joking, suddenly the Wingless Angel yawned. The omnipresent girl began to feel sleepy from the fatigue of practicing. Lately during his stay at Sadewo Single College, he has indeed practiced more often to perfect his knowledge.

Both himself, and both with Cakra Buana, his lover. Two days ago, the Nameless Swordsman bequeathed a move to the Wingless Angel.

His manager was still the same as the one he had given Ling Zhi. The Hand of the Angel Unplugging Life. A series of styles created by Cakra Buana specifically for the longing of his heart.

Honey, he's gone now and he's not coming back.

The reason Cakra Buana passed down the form of the Angel's Hand of Lifting Life to Sinta was because the girl was a match. Whether it's from a nickname, or from a criterion.

In addition to the above, of course Cakra Buana deliberately because he wants to remember his lover who until now still occupies the first position.

Even when he was teaching the girl, all the things that Ling Zhi had done back then while training, he had also done to the Wingless Angel.

"Rear, I'm sleepy. I slept first. Remember!!" ling Zhi said as he brandished his index finger.

He did not continue his words, but Cakra Buana already understood what his lover meant.

"alright. In a moment I will catch up with you," Cakra Buana replied smiling.

The girl leaves immediately. Now there are only three people in the same. However, not long ago the Wingless Angel left, Mr. Santeno also left.

"Cakra, Uncle is also sleepy. If you still want to talk, please. No one will dare to disturb you. Uncle guarantees," he said, then left.

Of course Cakra Buana is ashamed. Even though he already knew Sri Ningsih, but he had never been together like now.

Both are still silent. No one dared to speak. Sri Ningsih herself was actually feeling pleased. He was also embarrassed. But in the end, the girl ventured to start the conversation.

"Rear, aren't you sleepy?"

"No, I still want to enjoy this cold air. It felt really comfortable," he replied with a gentle smile.

Sri Ningsih looked around and there might be others. Once confirmed safe, the girl shifted her seat to near Cakra Buana. Even to the point of sticking. The young man himself actually wanted to stay away, but it felt very heavy.

"You cold?" ask Sri Ningsih.

"Nope-no. Uh, i-iya," replied Cakra Buana starting to get nervous.

"Huhuh?"

Cakra Buana was shocked. Very surprised. He wanted to not believe, but he still had to believe. It is real, not a dream.

"Of course, I can warm you up. It is quiet here, there is no one," said Sri Ningsih. His voice was soft, even melodious.

"But. I already have a lover, you know for yourself. I'm sorry, I can't follow your point" Cakra Buana replied firmly.

On the other hand, the writer felt angry. In his heart he said, "sook faithful lu Cakra. Ntar wants to, too,"

"I know, but it doesn't matter to me. If I can't get your love, at least I can get your treatment and warmth" she said in a sad tone. Her tears seem to expand.

Cakra Buana did not answer. He thought for a while like he was weighing. "Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes …"

Because so long he thought, suddenly a soft object stuck to his lips. Soft, sweet, and fragrant.

What else if it wasn't Sri Ningsih's lips?

It turned out that the girl was impatiently waiting for Cakra Buana's reply. So he started it first. The young man was bewildered, wanting to let go, dear, let alone taste sweet. Wanting to continue, he was afraid of the others.

But after remembering Mr. Santeno's words, he became steady. It's been blown over, thumping all of you.

Without thinking of fear or anything else, the Nameless Swordsman immediately replied to Sri Ningsih's kiss. The two began to swim in an ocean of warmth that was incomparable in the world.

Slowly but surely, the two cold-stricken youths, began to enjoy their game. One by one, the clothes that covered the plump and stocky body began to come off.

They are getting more and more in their game. The coldness becomes lost replaced with a refreshing warm taste.

Long enough, they both played that game. In the end, the sweat drenched their bodies. Both Cakra Buana and Sri Ningsih have now been re-dressed.

This incident in the hall, will be a sweet history for both. Especially for Sri Ningsih. Love cannot be obtained, so mutual enjoyment must be achieved.

"You are a man. It's appropriate that the girl is very angry if there are other women teasing you," Sri Ningsih said with a soft voice.

"You could have. Already, hurry back. Let no one else know" said Cakra Buana.

"alright. Thank you for taking me to the realms of pleasure" he whispered as he kissed Cakra Buana's lips again.

After that, he immediately left. Although it looks like the woman is gentle, but her silat ability is quite high. In just the blink of an eye, Sri Ningsih vanished from sight.

Cakra Buana sighed. It is undeniable that he also enjoyed the game. Even so, but his love only remains for two women.

Ling Zhi the Angel of Death, and Sinta the Wingless Angel. Two women who are almost similar. Be it a jukukukan, or some of his limbs.

"Hahh .." Cakra Buana sighed. I don't know what he's feeling.

How lucky that handsome young man was. Already beautiful, handsome, many girls around him. Maybe someday, even more girls will want him. Given the more days, the Cakra Buana is increasing in any case.

The author is envious of himself.