The Love of the Duda

TCSD 14: Inside the Cave

"What's? So you guys failed to catch Pramono, Mara and Baskara? What kind of men are you? Though I have given such great rewards to you, yet why are you not at all good at carrying out your duties?"

The jaws of Karta look increasingly hardened and the palms clenched tightly. The man who almost entered the age of twilight really did not expect if all the men he sent failed to catch Pramono and the others.

"I'm sorry, Juragan. We've tried our best to catch them, but it looks like they have lost their science. Because their movements left no trace at all."

"What do you mean? They do not use science like that. You're the only ones who can't go after them."

Some of Karta's men threw eyes at each other. From the look of the face that emanated, they were so afraid that the master was angry. If he gets angry, they will never get a bonus again.

"Then, what should we do, Juragan?"

"Keep after Pramono and the others until caught. If necessary, throughout the region. Besides, you guys go to Tanti's house. Tell him he'll come see me tomorrow."

Karta's men nodded steadily. "Nice Scouts."

***

"Sorry Sir, Ma'am... Can I take a ride here one night?"

With a breath of breath, Pramono arrived at one of the houses in the small village that was behind the forest. As powerful as Pramono carrying Baskara's body to be able to find a place that he can use to rest his body that already feels so exhausted.

Two middle-aged people who happened to be chatting in a rancid place on the porch of the house, circulated their gazes towards Pramono. Both of them seemed a little surprised because at night like this, they had a guest who they did not know at all and suddenly asked for permission to spend the night.

"Sorry, who are you? And why are nights like these you come to our house?"

One of the women sitting on the limp was a little worried if the one who came was one of the criminals who was pretending to be lost or was asking for help.

Pramono reviewed a little smile while lowering Baskara from his carrier and he sat on one of the rattan chairs on the terrace of this house. "I'm Pramono Bu. I live in the village next door. But there is something that makes us chased by some people. That's what makes us these nights ask for help."

The two men stared fixedly at Pramono and Baskara then threw eyes at each other. They tried to find the lies of the two people in front of them. But what they see is a face full of honesty.

The middle-aged man who was the owner of this house sighed deeply. It does not seem to be up to the heart if it does not help Pramono and Baskara. "All right then. Tonight, you can spend the night here. But I can only allow you to rest on the porch."

Pramono smiled knot. Getting permission to rest and spend the night here alone, he was already very grateful.."It's okay sir, even if it's just in front of the terrace, I'm already very grateful for getting a place to rest. Thank you very much, Mom. Thanks."

The two middle-aged homeowners just nodded slowly, then went back inside the house.

"Sir, is it okay for a while we spend the night here?" Pramono said to Baskara who began to lay his body on the lacquer.

Baskara just nodded slowly. "Thank you very much, son."

Unknowingly, a drop of clear grain from the corner of Baskara's eye escaped just like that. This kind of situation actually made the middle-aged man's heart increasingly melt. It turns out that for the rest of his life, he was still met with good people even though he was not a man even a good father.

"There is no need to cry, sir. I believe that Mara will be fine. And soon we'll be reunited."

Hearing Pram say the name of the child, it makes the middle-aged man's tears flow more and more. As a father, he felt he had failed to be a good father to the princess. The figure of a father who should be able to cross his daughter from the harsh and cruel life, it is precisely a hell-like state that he presents for the princess only wayangnya.

Mara, if God takes away my life at this time, at least I'll leave in peace, because I can see you survived the Karta master. Hopefully after this, there will only be happiness in your life, son.

"Sir Bus, it's too late. Now Mr. Bas rest. Tomorrow, we'll continue our journey back to the city."

Baskara according. Although his heart was still overwhelmed with anxiety at not having heard of the child's existence, he tried to close his eyes, embracing dreams.

***

"Sir, if you feel tired we better rest first!"

The god is still trying to run fast through the thick of the night while holding the body of the woman he considers as an angel who came down from the heaven. Although it felt so tired, but his intention to save this girl seemed to wipe out everything he felt. The man really does not care if his calf muscles have begun to tighten, his back feels sore and also his sweat falls out. I don't know since when God became a man full of care like this. Though usually he is just a figure of an indifferent man who does not want to know about the affairs of others. But for Mara, the man seemed to put aside even forgetting his indifference towards others.

"If we rest, you can be caught by the Karta master's men. Do you want to?"

"But sir, it seems like the voices of the people we heard earlier are not chasing us. Is it possible that they were not Karta's men?"

Hearing Mara say something, suddenly God stopped his footsteps. He tried to breathe in deep air to fill his chest cavity with oxygen in large quantities.

"If they are not Karta's men, then who are they?"

Mara rotated her eyes like she was remembering something. "It could be the forest policemen on patrol or maybe the people who are going to set up a tent near the waterfall, sir. Because usually many people who set up a tent there while enjoying the nuances that are around the waterfall."

The gods try to digest Mara's words. There is a truth to what this girl said. Because, if the chase is the crew of the Karta boss, they must have run to catch him and also Mara. "Then, now what should we do?"

"We better take a break, sir. I think you're tired of carrying me." Mara's body squirmed slightly, intending to descend from the sling of the Gods.

"What do you want? Don't move like this!"

"Down me Sir. I can walk by myself."

In the end, the God lowered Mara's body. The girl looked around, and her eyes caught a small cave that she seemed to be able to use for shelter.

"Master, look! There is a small cave there. How about we rest there?" Mara said as she pointed towards the cave she saw not far from where she was standing at the moment.

"It looks like the cave will be safe sir. Moreover, there we can both rest our bodies by lying down."

Hoaaammm...

Tetiba Mara yawned and rubbed her eyes. This kind of scene, it only made the Gods feel even more anxious with this girl before him. Mara's face was more adorable, like a child who was holding back her drowsiness.

"Are you sleepy?"

Quickly, Mara nodded her head. "Yes sir, I'm really sleepy."

The god breathed a rough breath. It seems like this time, he will obey Mara's desire to rest in that cave. "alright. Let's go there."

***

The god sat sweetly while paying close attention to what this girl before him was doing. This girl was busy collecting branches of trees that she would make a bonfire. Not only that, the girl also managed to bring a purple sweet potato, which she got out of nowhere.

Two Mara stones swiped to cause a spark, and the bonfire was immediately before them. Not to forget, the sweet potato he managed to find, he put it on the fire to become a roasted sweet potato.

"Master, wait until this yam is ripe first, after which Mister can rest. I think you are hungry too."

God holds his stomach, sure all the inhabitants in his stomach as if protesting for fill. "Yes, it seems so."

The god stared at the astonishment of this girl before him. This girl seems to know a lot of how to survive in the forest like this. God thought, if for three months he got lost in this forest, he would still survive, as long as with this girl.

"Well, it's ripe. Please eat, Sir!" Said Mara while thrusting the grilled yam towards the Gods. And the gods accepted it with gratitude.

"Hmmmmm good also this yam. Is this sweet potato a different type of sweet potato from the tubers sold on the market?"

Mara smiled knot. "This sweet potato feels more delicious not because it is different from the type of sweet potato sold in the market, sir. But it feels better because we enjoy it hungry. As simple as any food that enters through our mouth, when we are hungry, it will certainly feel much more delicious."

The god only laughed crisply listening to Mara's words. "Yes, everything you say is true."

"Sir, there seems to be a discussion that we have not yet finished discussing."

The god scrunched his forehead. "really? What'sthat?"

"What should I do, to thank you, sir, for you will give me a ride up to Bogor?"

"I want you to accompany me to visit some of the places that are here. Are you ready? Yeah, let's just say you work as a tour guide."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all. Because I think, it's good if I invite the natives of the area here, so as not to ask too many questions to show me the way."

Mara looked to think for a moment. "All right, sir."

After the sweet potato he enjoyed ran out with no leftover, Mara got up from her sitting position. Without wasting much time, he began to let go of the winding array he was wearing. The god who saw that suddenly his face was filled with shock.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Why did you take off the twists of this cloth you were wearing? Please don't do that, I don't want to do anything."

Mara just put on a face full of question marks. He did not understand what the gods were saying. "Master spoke what? I let go of this twisting in order to be a bed for sleeping. Would you like to sleep without a bed?"

Mara showed off the black leggings she was wearing. "Look sir, I wear the inside." Said Mara while rolling out the rags so that it can be a base for sleep.

The face of God changed pias, it turns out he was wrong with what was done by Mara. "Oh like that? I guess...."

The god paused when he saw Mara starting to unbutton the kebaya she was wearing. The man was flabbergasted. His mouth was wide open. "Well what else are you going to do? Why did you take off your clothes? You want to tease me naked in front of me?"

Again, Mara could only cluck. "Master don't think about it. I will not be naked in front of you. Look, I'm wearing a cuff too."

After the kebaya she was wearing escaped from her body, Mara showed a thin white cuff she was wearing. It just makes the gods can only swallow the saliva strongly. Two large and solid objects in Mara's body seemed to be increasingly tempting God to be able to touch, hold, or squeeze it.

Oh my... Does this girl not realize that this kind of thing actually makes me more aroused? With such thin clothes, it increasingly revealed clearly, what was stored behind the cuff he was wearing. And it's.... Oh God.. The black bra that this girl wears is becoming more and more obvious.

Many times the Gods are busy monologuing in the heart. To the extent that he was unconscious, if Mara had already started to let go of her bun. And now her hair is unraveling which makes the girl look even more beautiful.

"Master, I slept first. I'm no longer able to resist sleepiness."

Mara began to lay down her body and took a tilted position, turning her back on the God. And there was no need to wait for a long time for the girl to be late in her dreams. As for the Gods, he was still trying to control the foreign feelings that were still lingering in his heart. Not only that, the banana horn that suddenly wriggled and stood up, seemed to make the Gods even more frustrated.

The drowsiness and fatigue that always ambushed him, made the Gods also want to quickly rest. He laid his body on Mara's side, leaning his body to face the girl's back. Either contain a magnet what the body of the girl in the presence of this God. Which makes the god closer his body in Mara's body. He hugged the girl from behind. And once in a while he sipped the scent of this girl's body through the neck recesses that were currently the most comfortable place to immerse his head.

Lord, keep me from doing anything further than this.

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