The Mist of Love of the Angel
Two Sides of Heart
Semberani darted towards the location of the tournament against the warriors of Selaparang land held.
After arriving Raksa was awaited by royal affairs.
Apparently the news of the battle that killed Ki Dursila penetrated into the palace.
Special teams that resembled intelligence asked a few questions.
Raksa provides accurate information. The figure of the nobleman who disappeared from the kingdom was in accordance with the picture of Raksa.
The government situation is a little heated up. The underground movement that had been burying itself was a little wriggling. Fortunately, the bright spot was reached. Several officials and accomplices left the capital . . .
The audience and participants were already present. The chairs were almost all filled. Especially seats in parts that are considered strategic. Where the view of the audience freely imagine the fight on the roast.
The committee assigned to guard and organize the crowd was a little overwhelmed. Their toughest task is to make sure no one is doing any gambling activities. Making the participants who compete as a betting target.
In addition, the committee also examined the spectators who came with unhealthy conditions, drunk or carrying suspicious items. In addition to the participants are prohibited to carry weapons.
A bare-chested man became the center of attention outside the entrance.
Her hair is shoulder length. Wearing a headband whose color has faded. A full-footed sarong cloth covered his lower body. Unsheltered.
A Gegandek. A bag of woven bamboo decorated his shoulders. The only thing attached to his body. He caught it with affection.
The color of the bamboo bag has faded. Without any dye and makeup. Just a tightrope of neatly stitched rattan gives a precious impression.
The skinny man seemed unaffected by the large number of people. He himself began to be busy chewing betel.
Betel leaves are given a little chalk. Fresh young pine that looks sweet. It is neatly rolled and starts to chew.
Delightful and calm expression adorned the look of his face. A pinch of black tobacco was used as a red water-melting swab that began to flood his mouth.
A few moments later he started spitting.
Gee!
"Grandfather, it's almost full inside, let's hurry in!" A boy of about eleven years old appeared from beside the gate. There is a participant identification mark hanging on his waist.
"Yes.... We're in!" The old grandfather and the boy moved about to enter. Some of the guards stared at their glaring eyes.
The guard thought he was a beggar.
If not for the young man who came to invite him in they would have kicked him out.
The stage started to shake.
The last beginner swordsman match greeted the audience.
Two of the youngest participants were on stage.
Bara Satria from the Ksatria Selaparang college performed after previously winning against the Endless Concubine from Cape Maringkik.
The Selaparang Knight College is a rising martial arts college. It grows in hot areas of the earth Sasak. Dry and barren land.
His opponent was a student of the swordsman Pulir Bake', the mad swordsman of Selak Alas. The young man was named Gasing Nyungsa'
Pendekar Pulir Bake' is a traveling swordsman full of secrets.
His existence is hard to find. Even in the area of the stage he did not appear to accompany his student.
Only a few people realized the swordsman was busy chewing his betel under a guava tree, hundreds of meters from the arena in the title.
Bara Satria's attack was firm and domineering. His sword moves honestly relied on pure strength. Speed is the key to his attack.
While Gasing Nyungsa' appeared full of guyon. Funny and not serious. He moved like a misguided gassing toy.
The sword without mercy whizzed. Fast and wide. His target is the most sure part of the body. Heart, neck and some other vital parts.
The attack is clear and looks easy to contain but so quickly difficult to anticipate.
Gasing Nyungsa' appeared with a laugh and a grotesque roar of fear endlessly. It was as if he would die every attack came.
The crowd guaranteed he would lose but after dozens of moves he still held on. He began to walk the bright path to victory.
Not many know that the style used by him to entertain Bara Satria is one of the legendary moves. Seda Reregang.
Sturdy leg defense with flexible body movement. Hard guessed. An evasive approach that allows the owner to move on his own. Avoiding and untouched whatever the dangerous conditions.
Bara Satria continued to aim with a quick and straightforward punch. No one can open the defenses of their enemies.
Now Gasing Nyungsa' appears to attack. His magical steps combined with a style that is no less strange. Godek Mopong Alu's.
His hand turned like a sticky sap capable of entangling the body of an opponent.
Bara Satria felt her body movements being controlled. He spun like a top and made his defense lose and attack.
Tessie!!!!
Bara Satria's butt erupted. Gasing Nyungsa's slap whack.
Tessss. Tessie!!!!
Three punches were struck back landing!.
Bara Satria felt her ass like it was being whipped by a rattan cane. Hot and definitely swollen. Make me roar and prance like the behavior of a monkey whose tail is licked by fire.
The audience laughed. Some even went berserk doing the same thing to a friend watching it.
Bara Satria rubbed her hot ass. He was confused, why should that part be slapped.
Some of the girls present had witnessed the blow with their red faces extinguished. Shown if the same blow landed on them. There was no corner of the river that could immerse their ashamed faces.
On the contrary for the men present were very passionate. It was a very beautiful blow and the target was very beautiful.
Oi... This is the month of Lenek Good fasting!!!
Gasing Nyungsa' smiled widely. His hand was raised towards Bara Satria who grimaced wiping her butt.
"I'm giving up!" Bara Satria turned around. He jumped off the stage.
His innocent manner made everyone present laugh.
His teacher hugged him with great affection. Helped hide her red face from embarrassment.
Another case with Gasing Nyungsa'. He returned to his seat while receiving a pat and a loud bargain.
The beginner's match is over.
Melted Gili.
The Breaker Swordsman sat pensively since the new sun rose. Now it has risen and its own shadow is up. Disguise its presence among the rocks and trees need.
He stared at the blue sea. The waves are up and down. Froth floats. The waves are chasing each other. Until finally it melted down slowly.
His voice was pounding softly and not as loud as the waves when greeting the sand land.
When he returned, Paput Sakti was receiving treatment. The little girl fed him a few pieces of mashed radish.
A cup of medicine squeezed by Bebele leaves or the leaves of the Gods was gulped down with a grimacing face.
"How do you feel, is it better? " Sunan Tembolak approached the side of the mat.
"I'm better, my shoulders are still hard to move. It's a good thing I have a great doctor, so my wounds must heal quickly!" Pecut Sakti tried to melt the atmosphere.
"Hey ..you tease me again, Uncle!" Little girl sulking. He pressed the tip of the bow towards the wound of the Cowl Sakti.
The Sakti Cowl grimaces. She laughed looking at the little girl who was looking at her lips and raised her thin eyebrows.
Redhead never had a chance to make friends. He was confined to the gili since childhood.
Every day he just fills his day by learning to make medicine. Know the name of the plant and its properties.
Her teacher and sister were busy practicing. They rarely accompanied him to play.
He has a weak physique. His body cannot be too tired. That's why he's not allowed to study pain. He had to wait until he was seventeen. That is the message of the teacher.
The little girl went to bring the empty plates and glasses. A few moments later he came back.
"Uncle Sunan, Pomegranate's brother asked me to give you this!" The little girl handed me a piece of paper from a palm leaf.
" Meet me at Sister Pujawati's navel!"
Sunan refused to read that sentence over and over again. Trying to find the hidden intent of the author's request.
He immediately paid a farewell to Cowardly Sakti and the little girl.
"May your wounds heal quickly!" Coward Sakti yells teasingly.
Sunan Tembolak doesn't care. He's headed south. There's no other purpose. The north and east are dangerous places. It was the dwelling place of the savage and demon stars gathered by the previous owner.
Tanding tournament.
The second match is presented, as well as the last participant because the participants will enter the final stage.
This participant is not from a college or a swordsman. Participants were relatives and palace officials. They were playing to entertain the audience.
The first participant was the senior swordsman from the palace. He is the youngest royal warrior trainer. Sandubay.
His handsome figure became an interesting sight in itself.
Wearing warrior-like clothes he saluted the owner of the Selaparang kingdom.
The second player is a woman
He was the previous year's tournament champion from Rinjani Valley college.
Raksa felt familiar with Ayu's face on stage.
"He is the Fines of Fragrance, the nephew of the King. She is the girl of the men in this palace" Sekar whispered to Raksa.
"He is interesting!"The Raksa subconsciously praised him.
The one who heard the compliment snorted. His eyes looked at Raksa who seemed to not care about his reaction.
The lover stared straight at the stage. Holding back the laughter while holding the hand of her lover. Because he knew if the hand was free he would be agonizing.
"You're mine!" Whisper while trying to release his hand.
The fight was slow. Sandubaya attacked with Garuda Winata style. Official moves taught to the royal soldiers.
His movements are agile and full of authority. Able to stand with all kinds of weapons. Especially swords and spears.
Lentik Wangi himself fought with his favorite style. Basic level moves. But in the hands of the girl it seemed to be a middle-class move even more.
The sword is gleaming showing the style of Sepi Menyaya Valley and the Twilight Groaning. These two figures took turns greeting their enemies. Continuously repeating with seemingly endless variations. One move changed dozens of changes. It was the result of his creation for decades.
That's the greatness of Fragrant Lentik. Whatever style he will play in many versions. Making a simple style to be broken into pieces and incarnate extraordinary.
It was also what made him forget his youth who began to walk towards the end of twilight. There was no time left to serve the dozens of hearts that lay holding nestapa. A dead-end heart while trying to navigate the winding path to its heart.
He was too engrossed with the moves for the sake of the moves he wanted to conquer. His age is no longer young. Although her beauty did not fade, it was just a matter of time.
Her mother often advised, aging life into a lonely spinster is painful. He's not flinching.
Sandubaya serves Lentik Fragrance with all his abilities. Fight hard and hard.
After passing almost a hundred styles of Lentik Wangi changed its nurse. He poked with the most deadly moves he mastered.
Angel Greeting the Earth
He soared high. His sword broke like a drizzling rain. Whistling teaches Sandubaya resistance.
The young man sat down holding a slightly loose keris in his hand.
He smiled looking at his opponent. Nodding the sign of admitting his defeat.
"You're getting better, Sandubaya, you're able to hold all the pieces of the Sepi style of Greeting the Valley and the Twilight Groaning well. I'm amazed!" Lentik Fragrance praised.
"Sister is much more powerful, last brother is able to break up into fifty now more, brother is indeed great!" The handsome young man praised sincerely.
Lentik Fragrance received the compliment with a humble attitude. He often heard such compliments but he knew Sandubaya was a sincere young man.
Sandubaya rose and became. After that he stepped off the stage. Walk towards the back in the king's guard line. Before sitting his eyes could look at the girl in green clothes and veiled.
I also caught that look. He tried to be mediocre. Even though he was in his heart not calm.
A little agitated listening to Sandubaya's fight with Lentik Wangi.
Raksa felt the vibration in Sekar's hand. Several times she caught a different look in her beautiful eyes. It seemed like he not only knew Lentik Wangi but the young man who became his fighting partner.
"Tell me who that young man is!" The sound of Raksa storing coals.
Fainthearted. Her lips were trembling and did not know what to say.
"Do I have to ask the young man directly?" The Raksa grunted in annoyance.
"I'll tell you later in the room, but you have to promise not to get angry" Sekar replied while holding back the tightness. He seems to want to cry. Raksa's blue eyes have never been as sharp as they are today. As if to strangle him.
" You're mine!" Raksa whispering. He got up and dragged Sekar away from the tournament arena.
....
The southern part of Gili Melbur.
Sunan Tembolak found the figure of a girl in red clothes sitting crouched beside Pujawati's pusara.
"I'm coming Pujawati!" Sunan Tembolak whispered a greeting to the figure of the girl in white who was smiling waiting for him.
