
The old woman still continued to check on Gantari's still weak state.
"Miss does not need to thank the obligation of mankind to help each other. Grandma can you call Nini Mirah, then what is the name of this lady?" Nini Mirah smiled as she poured some potions.
"Nini can call my name Gantari!" gantari.
"Goddess ..give me a drink!" nini Mirah cried out, telling someone she might be her granddaughter.
Not long ago came a young girl of the same age as Gantari. The girl was very graceful and beautiful her skin which looked bright white with long jet black hair. His face was like the betel leaf his clear black eyes. His body was slim but contained curves that tempted him. Everyone who looked at him as an angel from heaven. She was named Dewi Manik Nini Mirah's granddaughter.
Dewi Manik gave up the water that his grandmother asked for. Nini Mirah introduces her granddaughter to Gantari.
"Actually, there's someone who brought you here, maybe he's also helping miss!" nini Mirah.
"After I recover, I'll find the person who saved me!" gantari.
Nini Mirah nodded her head in approval. He told the character of the man.
Then Nini Mirah and Dewi Manik came out leaving Gantari to rest.
After coming out of the room Gantari Nini Mirah and Dewi Manik sat down.
"Will the young man come back here, Grandma?" ask the Goddess Manik.
"Surely he'll be here again one more time to deliver medicine for that lady!" replied Nini Mirah looking at her grandson's face suspiciously.
Dewi Manik recalled again when a young man came to his cottage the other day, carrying a sick Gantari. He often met with the young people of the village. But there was a strange feeling when he met the young man. There was something that entered his heart making him want to continue looking at the young man's face at all times. "Do I have fallen in love," Inner Goddess Manik.
"Goddess .. are you okay?" nini Mirah asked who saw her grandson smiling to himself.
Goddess Manik awoke from her daydream. "Ahhh .. no papa nek." Goddess Manik was nervous and lowered his head.
Nini Mirah just shook her head at her granddaughter's behavior. He understood his granddaughter who was kasmaran he himself had experienced.
"Trang .. trang ..."
The sound of guns meeting in the darkness of the night.
"Hiattt .. hiattt ..." A middle-aged man fought three people wearing masks.
"You better give up old man!" sniffed one of the masked men.
"Cuihhh" The middle-aged man spat on the ground. "Until I die, I will not give up!"
The masked man looks angry. "Bad!"
The three masked men further accelerated his attacks as the middle-aged man began to be desperate. He's already got an incision wound.
"Bukkk"
The middle-aged man bounced when a punch landed. Crashed into the tree trunk. Fresh blood came out of his mouth.
When he was about to rise up a sword was already stuck to his neck. "Tell me where the holy maiden is!" sniffed the masked man.
The middle-aged man just smiled sinisterly he did not make a sound. Make the masked man wrathful "Bad, fine if you don't want to open your mouth forced I have to eliminate you!" Jerking masked man.
The middle-aged man closing his eyes may be the end of his life.
"Acci ..." The masked man suffocated he bounced after something landed on his stomach.
Two of his friends immediately withdrew. "Get out you coward!" yelled the masked man.
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