The Mist of Love of the Angel

Secret of the Heart

Sunan Tembolak standing. The waves of attacks of Red-clad girls came like a flash flood.

Some college students who saw Sunan Tembolak just stood up, resigned, as if waiting for his death, they were astonished.

This was not the figure of the Wave Breaker Swordsman they were familiar with.

A bull-shaped beast with sooty horns crashed into the body of the Wave Breaker Swordsman.

Without protection. Without exertion in his body like a dried leaf. Thrown as far as dozens of spears.

Not moving for a moment. Make everyone hold their breath.

Suddenly the body of the Wave Breaker Swordsman moved. He got up slowly. Holding his broken chest.

Ohhoe!!!

A mouthful of blood spilled. His body shook withstanding the pain. He tried to hold on to stay firm.

Dozens of ferocious beasts were still standing several meters away ready to wait for the order.

Seeing the condition of the Waves Breaker warrior who was exhausted by several figures of bodies approaching. They were some of the core students of the college. Ready to help resist the attack of the Red-clad girl.

The Wave Breaker Swordsman shook his head. With a clear signal he refused to be helped. Make those people move away.

" Speak, tell me the honesty you've been hiding, why the knife was the cause of death, otherwise your life will end here!" The girl's cry coldly pierced through the bones.

" Sister, stop the attack, remember the teacher's last word, all this can be resolved gently" the little girl's voice snatched.

The girl in the red dress stopped her attack. For a long time he was silent before his eyes turned cold. He crouches. He grabbed the little girl and hugged her.

Pomegranate nodded slowly. The little girl smiled sweetly, her tiny hands erasing the tears of the girl in red dress.

The Wave Breaker Swordsman stared at the scene with a strange look.

"Just keep that secret until the end of your life, we've got nothing to do anymore" the girl in the red dress held the tiny little girl's hand and moved away.

Several disciples ran to save the collapsed Wave Breaker Swordsman. She's fainted. Some of his ribs were broken.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the edge of medication. His body is sick. But deep in his heart, as memories touched his past, pain rippled out. It was far more devastating than the bodily wounds he was suffering from at this moment

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Sekar stands on the edge of the cliff. Looking deep into the depths of the valley. Staring at the rocks. Grass that grows on the rocks.

He also believes in clouds of soot. Come and go following the wind blowing steps.

The arrival and departure of the fog was like the veil of a stage play. Presenting the main actor.

Segara Anak's.

Volcanic lakes that stretch for hundreds of miles. Peace on the solid hills. Similar to a giant hand that holds a multi-colored gemstone.

Water's turning blue. Surrounded by golden color. The color comes from sulfur water, yellow reflects golden color when exposed to sunlight.

" How is it, beautiful isn't it?" The rakas stood behind him. Hugged it gently.

Freshly turned. Looking into her husband's eyes. It was like finding a kesamaann

" The funds are very beautiful, just like the eyes of my beloved heart" Sekar stared at the lake and the eyes of Raksa took turns.

The Mercury pinched the nose. Hugged it tighter. Stroking his messy black hair in the wind.

His heart whispered on all inches of the Rinjani valley. He's no longer alone. He has someone to share with.

Memories of childhood and adolescence full of desolate and wounded words, he looked at proudly.

" Look at this woman in my arms, my Little Angel, this is a gift for my patience to fight against you"

The wind rippled from the depths of the valley. Shaking hard the shoots of evergreen trees. Keep leaves and seeds red.

The Raksa closed his eyes. To enjoy nature music.

Derai Cemara broke the silence. Echoing touching the side of the valley.

" His voice is like a longing cry, the scream of my heart while away from you" Sekar whispered to Raksa.

" You're getting smarter at seducing!" The Raksa whispered in his ear.

The woman laughed happily. Release of the Raksa. Running, rustling like the wind enjoying the expanse of flowers of eternity. Andar Nyawa's.

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The Wave Breaker Swordsman sat glued, staring away from the open window of the room.

His flight opens up the dull twin of his past. The past is full of dust.

.....

A girl in a white dress stood behind him. Obviously she was crying. His back formed a beautiful curve, stained by the motion of his trembling shoulders.

The Wave Breaker Swordsman could only stand sculpting. Letting the girl spill her heart.

"We are destined to separate. Your parents' will is too hard for me about, if I force it, the path we're going through will be full of pain" his sentence was lost brought twilight.

Red blood soaked his white clothes. He smiled to bring his death.

The knife was his lover's gift.

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Swordsman Breaker Jolts, thrashing to unleash the experience of his past bitter story. But the words he once buried gore back....

I love you

When this shahada of my love touches the depths of your heart...

I've gone far...

Leaving you....

Leave all the good memories of us...

Throughout the journey my memories will tell the whole world and its contents

I've had you

Docked in the dock of your heart

Holding your fingers

Watch the sunrise from the neat order of your knotty smile

The moon shines clouds from the light fijar of your eyes

Enjoy the crisp laughter and all the beauty I want to enjoy without ever getting bored

Even though now only beautiful memories are left without meaning for you

I will save this love

To me he still has a thousand and one wonders

And if you knew there was no day without remembering you, would there be a definite answer you give me?

Rest in peace, wait for me...

I'll definitely come...

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Pomegranates sit on the edge of the navel surrounded by different types of flowers.

"Sister, I met him, but I can't avenge your death, I'm sorry. I felt a deep look of affection in his eyes. He still hasn't forgotten you, I don't understand, why it's still there after all this time. I'm sorry brother"

Pomegranate rubbed a tombstone over the navel. The little girl who was standing a short distance away walked up to him.

"Son I miss wanting to go home, we've long since left the gili, life here is not fun. I miss the gili atmosphere" the little girl whines.

Pomegranate nodded. He held the little girl's hand leaving the navel. Her beautiful eyes glanced at the distance. Breathe heavily and keep moving away.

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Seeing that red shadow had disappeared. The Wave Breaker Swordsman stepped slowly. His steps are full of longing. Someone was waiting for him to come. Smiling from behind eternity.

" Pujawati I came, carrying a rose with her two twin leaves, your favorite flower ...." Sentence after sentence flowed touching the breath of solitude.

.......

The Force sat in front of the Wind Swordsman. An invitation letter was tightly clasped in his hand.

He was invited to participate in a tournament against the warriors of Selaparang land.

It's time to stay a month. The teacher himself will accompany him.

Now don't want to miss. She would go wherever her husband went.

This tournament is not only for material purposes but for the friendship event of the Selaparang warriors. Introduce and preserve the science of ancestral heritage.

During the waiting period Raksa and Sekar trained under the guidance of the Wind Force Swordsman.

We are making a lot of progress. He already understood a little of the nature of light control. Stay deepening understanding and more active practice.

Raise his surprise he turned out Swordsman Forced Wind had a collection of weapons like his.

The scarf is green. It is said that the weapon belonged to an angel who came down to earth.

Green silk scarf.

The scarf has no clear history. There is no record of how to use and the science that became his partner.

The Wind Force Swordsman gave up Sekar to find the secret behind the scarf.

Finally, the one month deadline applies. Raksa dashingly riding on the horse back of Pemberani with Sekar. While his teacher rode on the back of the silver eagle.

They went to the tournament against the warriors of Selaparang.

...... Seriate