The Fragrant Soul
Chapter 32: The Fragrant Sukma
When Raka returned to Renjani's headquarters, she saw that she was preparing food for him.
“I don't feel good, but I hope you'll taste it a little,” said Renjani.
A man should know that if a woman cooks for you, she likes you.
“As long as it is not poisoned, of course I will spend it,” said Sukma Harum while pretending to put on a shady face.
“Eh, it's been this close you still suspect me,” said Renjani while putting her face right in front of Raka's face. “If I wanted to, I could have killed you earlier in bed.”
“During this time there have been many women who tried, unfortunately never succeeded,” said Raka casually.
“That's because the woman is not me,” said the beautiful manlek.
“It's definitely because his man is me,” he laughs while leaning his body on the back of the chair.
The greater the confidence of a man, the greater the admiration and curiosity of a woman. Because like beauty which is the best power of women, self-confidence is the best strength of men.
Renjani glanced and smiled. Then he said, “I admit you are a great man.”
Renjani thought Sukma Harum would praise her back, but Raka just smiled and teased her, “Quick you prepare the food. I could die hungry hearing your babble.”
Women need attention, babble, temptation, and a little lie. By mixing all these things in the right dose, guaranteed a man will not lack women.
With a red face while pura pura slammed his legs, Renjani said, “So I have accompanied you to sleep, now I accompany you to eat anyway. Uh even now I'm getting scolding. Men are ungrateful.”
“Yes. Because indeed women do not need a thank you.”
“Then do you think we need what?” ask Renjani.
“The reason for a man's warm smile is his thanks. Her soothing hug was her thanks. His weakness in giving is his gratitude. A funny joke is thank you. Her silence to hear your anger is her gratitude. His patience to face your promise is his thanks. Sometimes a man does not say it, but his whole life is really a deep gratitude to women.”
Renjani's mouth is open. All this time he had never heard a word as smooth and deep as this. He sighed and said, “It is only fitting that all women on this earth submit to you. It turns out that not only is he handsome, all your words can rob a woman of her tribe. Now I understand why people call you Sukma Harum.”
“And your nickname still remains World Number One Tipu Buyer,” said Sukma Harum.
“So that means you still don't trust me?”
“I never trust beautiful women,” now Raka's eyes changed. To be deeper. As if he wanted to pour into Renjani's soul.
“Why?” ask the woman seriously.
“Because a beautiful woman lives only for herself. He never lived for anyone else.”
“Our fault?”
“Never wrong. Because beautiful women are not to be trusted, but to be loved.”
“So you love me..” this woman's sentence is not a question, but a statement.
Hearing this, Sukma Harum smiled. Bitter smile.
So far he has lived, how many women have bent their knees on his feet? How much pleasure has he had? How much love has he wasted?
Why is he living so lonely? Why is his heart so clean?
He really understands the answer. Just a name.
A name that would probably continue to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Said Raka, “I myself don't know if I still have feelings or not.”
“Did someone in the past have snatched it from you?” Renjani actually already knows the answer. Not only because he has thoroughly investigated Raka's life, but also solely because she is a woman.
A man cannot cover anything from a woman.
Raka just smiled. In front of him was a cup of wine. He poured it lightly and drank it with a single throat.
Has the pain disappeared?
Pain from losing love can actually disappear so quickly from a man's heart. But humiliation, uselessness, and feelings of worthlessness, were wounds that he recovered for quite a long time.
That your presence is only a past, the time you spend with it is only the wind that blows in the past.
That you seem to have never been in his life.
It is this wound that runs very deep.
Masayu Renjani manta plate. All food is in order. He sat in front of Sukma Harum while looking at the man in front of him deeply.
“People like you can still be heartbroken.”
“Maybe because I am just an ordinary human being,” he replied lightly.
“Can't you forget it?” the beautiful asked.
“I forgot about it.”
“Then why are you still sad?”
“Who said I was sad?”
Renjani laughed, saying, “About this sky, you are the coldest man, yet at the same time the warmest I have ever met.”
“A man should know when to be cold, and when to be warm. That way he can make women crazy about him,” he smiles witfully.
Renjani looked at him with anxiety. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were soft. If a woman wants to pounce on you, her face will turn out like this.
“Eat a lot. After this I will strip you naked and swallow you round and round,” whispered Renjani naughty.
“It looks like it can't,” Raka said with a sigh.
“Why?”
“In the meantime you'll know for yourself.”
Not long before the danger signal was heard.
The keg! The keg! The keg!
“Enemies attack!”
“Enemies attack!”
There was the cry of the men of Renjani who were all women. Masayu Renjani moves fast. He grabbed his robe and sword hanging on the wall and immediately shot out.
When he was outside, he saw Sukma Harum already in front of the gate there, but Renjani who moved first and the handsome swordsman was silent.
His men are in their respective places. All are on combat ready alert. From a distance, hundreds of people came to surround.
Now Renjani is standing next to Sukma Harum. He asked, “Why did they attack?”
Renjani understands. Sukma Harum is a fugitive from the martial world, a royal fugitive. In his hand was the treasure of the Kaloka kingdom.
One jump Sukma Harum has passed through the gate of the headquarters that has been closed. Renjani followed him. Funny thing is, even though Renjani is late moving, he even medarat first. While the body of the Fragrant Sukma floated down slowly with great grace. Like a beautiful goddess who just came down from heaven.
“Sukma Fragrant!” snapped by one who appeared to be the leader of the attack. “Today you must come with us!”
Harum Sukam laughs. Said, “You can try forcing me.”
“We're all not afraid of your kujang. We all agreed to move forward together!”
“If you attack him, you will face my pet snakes!” renjani. Raka then touched her hand and flanged, signalling that the beautiful woman did not need to interfere in her affairs. Whisper, “Put in and organize your troops. These people are already reckless and dark-eyed.”
Renjani nodded and immediately floated back behind the gate. From there he began to organize his army.
Raka then said to his besiegers, “If you can catch me, where will you take me?”
“We know that inside this base there is a secret way out. And you, must hand over the treasure of Kaloka kingdom to us!”
So these men banded together to capture him, break into Renjani's headquarters, and force him to hand over the treasure. One move, three acts performed. Smart too.
“Have not said much let's attack him!”
“Strike!”
“Strike!”
The roaring cry of fiery spirit!
“Remember don't kill him. Enough to make him disabled. We'll torture him to tell him where he hides treasure!”
Raka has calculated. There were 386 people in total. All of them are high-profile criminals. They are all fully armed.
This time there was no trust.
But he has one thing.
With one move, Raka had plucked a tree branch that was next to her.
“Only you all,” the tone is so smooth as to invite them to enjoy a delicious dish.
“Seraaaaaaaang!”
“Serbuuuuuuuuuu!”
Two hundred and thirty-six people!
All of them are fully armed, all of them are high-profile criminals!
Raka stepped.
His feet moved with strength and weight. These were the opening horses of an extremely powerful swordsmanship.
The Dragon Conqueror Sword.
The inscription on the wall of Goa,
“This move I got from a Chinese swordsman. Is a sword style composed of the mighty Palm. In total there are 18 styles, which is actually a summary of 28 styles. I summed it up to 9 moves.”
“Jika original style prioritizes strength and firmness, then my sword style prioritizes softness and flexibility. Feel the rhythm of the opponent, their beat. Like music playing.”
Sukma Harum closed his eyes.
What is imagined is the scratches of people playing swords painted on the walls of the cave.
Enemies are besieging from all directions!
First move.
In a single move, Raka had cut off the attacker's move. Cutting “irama” their attacks. Since anything in this world has a rhythm, Raka easily catches that rhythmic vibration. The opponent's footsteps, the placement of their time when launching an attack, all Raka could feel as she closed her eyes.
The steps are long, one jump. But one jump alone was enough to bring Raka to the most advantageous position when he could attack some opponents, and they were unable to attack him. Also this movement makes the opponent follow his movements to bulge himself, so that their own attacks collide.
“Dragon Snarling Shaking Tails!” Raka shouted the name of this first move. It is said that if shouted, the strength and awesomeness of this movement will increase.
When the movement of the chaotic enemy hit one's own fellow, the twigs that were in Raka's hands moved very quickly! Stabbed the blood dots of several attackers on the front line. Drop their weapons. With a single sweep of legs, the fallen swords all floated behind the headquarters gate!
Raka moves in and infiltrates the siege! Swords, machetes, and spears rained down on him!
Second move.
“Dragon Fly Over Farm!”
It was as if he was floating between the legs of his attackers. So fast and slippery that their bitches hit each other!
Raka set foot on the ground and then launched again his branch attack, the weapon fell back and he flapped it so that it floated behind the gate. The attackers fell. Didn't understand whether they were attacked by humans or demons.
Third move.
“Pair of Dragons Fighting in the Wild!”
Somehow know-know Raka is like being split into two! One can no longer tell which one he is and which shadow he is! The two shadows were moving like irregulars attacking each other and fighting each other.
In reality, Raka moved so fast that the sight of the human eye could no longer catch her, knowing dozens of people were thrown because their chests had been bottled by tree branches!
In 3 moves, Raka had crippled three hundred and eighty-six high-scientific criminals!
No one believes that this story will be told to them.
But Renjani saw with her own eyes from above the gate fence.
His men saw this incident.
The criminals of hundreds of people also experienced this incident.
Harum Sukma stood alone in the middle of the meadow.
The attackers fell helplessly.
The blowing wind breathed out a very special fragrance.
It is said that if Sukma Harum fights, the sweat that comes out of his body scented and will fill the place of his fight.
This is no longer bird news.
There are some people who are born with advantages like this. They are always beautiful, always handsome, always clean, always fragrant, in any circumstances and atmosphere. Their bodies, their glands, their organs are created differently.
Sukma Harum smiled. He said, “You go instead of you being pecked by a female snake!”
