The Mist of Love of the Angel

The Price of Love

"I came Pujawati" Sunan Tembolak whispered to the figure of the girl in white dress smilingly waiting for him.

She was the girl who had filled the recesses of her heart. Untouched faded and inhabited the darkest trough. A whisper-filled place of agitation reverberated.

She is a girl who has a happy story. Although short as the motion of clouds across the desert. A moment of shade and hope for rain.

She is the girl with the most beautiful eyes. An eye capable of drowning every soul in a vortex of hope.

She is the girl who drenches blood for the price of love. Choose to go to prove sincerity. Love for him is more precious than a piece of life.

She was a girl who had allowed regret. She gave him a signal that he was a weak love fighter. Unable to care for his loved ones.

Suicide is an unforgivable error and error.

She was the last woman he would remember as a jewel in daydreams. The woman he met in a dream at the end of a longing. A figure who wants to embrace despite having to face death.

He had gone through thousands of days in a desire to die. I no longer think life has meaning and meaning.

"Why have you looked at me with such a gaze, have I turned so foreign to you?" Pujawati looked at Sunan Tembolak with her calm but warm eyes.

Sunan Tembolak felt the end of his eyes puddle. He shook his head slowly, his steps halted just a few fathoms in front of the girl.

" Five years is a long time to change someone but not for me, I'm still your pathetic lover"

"I'll be waiting for you here" the girl asked Sunan Tembolak to sit in front of her.

"You called him first because he knew you were waiting patiently, then wait for me, I'll come, just wait for the time!"

Sunan Tembolak continued to whisper softly. The sound of his voice drowning was played with. Trying hard to hold back the tears that pounded the door crying.

He has been fighting for this for thousands of days. He had honed his heart as hard as a rock to withstand the waves of grief.

But it always fails. The most precious girl was drenched in blood with her gift knife.

Is it wrong for him to curse?

The pomegranate standing on a different side with him frowned. He was astonished to see the attitude of Sunan Tembolak.

The man was talking to someone who felt close to him. He felt the presence of an elder brother who had been separated by different realms.

Would he be able to communicate with someone who had been buried in this mound of land?

"No, you're still the Pujawati who's been sitting inside my chest!"

Sunan refused to squat in front of the girl in the white dress. His hand moved to grab the pale lentic fingers. But his hand touched the void space. Only the cold air felt. His warmth had disappeared the last time he was lying on his lap.

"You forget one thing and forget that we are different!" The girl had a pouting face.

"I know, I didn't bring your favorite rose, I didn't know the pomegranate had moved your last palace here, I'm sorry!" Sunan Tembolak was full of regret.

"I'm kidding, that red rose is behind me, I want you to look after it, just like you took care of me"

Sunan Tembolak stared at the pomegranate standing behind the girl in a white dress.

"I don't dare repeat the same failure, I failed to take care of you, don't burden something I'll regret a second time!"

The pomegranate who heard Sunan Tembolak's words was slightly surprised. He subconsciously surrounded the navel. He stopped right behind Sunan Tembolak.

He stared at the void that the man was talking to. Making sure that his brother's figure is really there.

He did not see the male interlocutor in front of him.

The strange sight before him made his chest rumble.

The pomegranate felt a foreign shiver enter him. Rusty anger like gilded by sympathy.

The girl in red slowly backed away. She looked at the fragile looking male figure resting beside her sister's navel.

Sunan Tembolak drifts away in the language of wishful thinking and longing.

The mysterious sight was blessed as the breeze swept over the figure of the girl in white dress. Leave a void and reveal the harsh reality for the isolated fragile figure himself.

He complied in bitter weeping and in a raging unbending anguish.

The figure of the girl in red stood hundreds of meters in front of him. He stared at her head.

He was touched by the mental condition of the man who almost died in his hands.

Sunan refused to stand up and approached the girl.

"Stay there!" Pomegranate pointed right at Sunan Tembolak.

"I want to explain the matter that has been the secret of your brother's death!"

"I don't need that anymore, all that stuff I assume ends here, whatever it is, let you and my brother know!"

Pomegranate wanted to step away when it arrived he felt something invisible hit him. He felt a strange air permeate him. His gaze blurred and his consciousness disappeared.

Sunan Tembolak saw the awkwardness of the attitude of Pomegranate. The girl's body for a moment trembled uncontrollably. Her beautiful eyes closed.

The pomegranate calmed down after a while showing a strange demeanor. He opened his eyes and Sunan was shocked.

"Come to my brother, it's me !"

Look at the usually sad eyes of Pomegranates and without a sudden warm expression.

Sunan Tembolak is moving backwards. Pomegranate's delicate hand grabbed his hand and dragged him away.

"Let's go to a place where we used to spend time together!"

Sunan Tembolak tried to restrain the girl. The warmth flowing from the girl's grasp made her feel uneasy.

He took off his pomegranate hand and moved away. He is now aware that Pujawati's spirit has possessed Pomegranate's body.

Sunan Tembolak did not want to stain the girl's delicate hand.

Pomegranate sees doubt in the manner of Sunan Tembolak.

"Why do you avoid the legion, are you unhappy we can spend as little time together as we used to!"

Sunan Tembolak shook his head. The warm and too warm attitude that always makes it awkward for Pujawati is now present again.

"You haven't changed, you keep your distance, you don't love me anymore!"

Pujawati's warm smile was flattened as smooth as Pomegranate's jade. His black hair was waving in the wind. His clear eyes, similar to the dew point stared in admiration at the figure of the man in front of him.

"Give me the ring I gave you!" Pujawati extended her hand.

Sunan Tembolak who had long felt burdened by the gift of Pujawati immediately took the object out from under his clothes.

Pujawati took it and put it on a sweet Pomegranate.

"You must fight once more, take care of my red roses"

Seeing the incident Sunan Rejected in shock. He's feeling uncomfortable. He shook his head repeatedly. Affirming that he could not accept Pujawati's message and curiosity.

Pomegranate closed his eyes. His body was a little trembling. A few seconds later, her beautiful eyes opened. The cold gaze was like a pile of snow on top of rose petals.

He was momentarily confused by his standing position. The distance with Sunan Tembolak was too close according to their distance last time.

Sunan Tembolak felt his neck feather cold. Without waiting any longer he turned around and jumped away. His movements were light, darting through the lush foliage.

The departure of Sunan Tembolak inscribes Pomegranate in solitude.

He felt something strange in his sweet day. Who has put this ring on. Only the two of them are here. That meant.....

He was shocked as he imagined the scene revolving around him.. Seconds later, his face was red. His eyes stared fixedly at the silver ring in his left hand.

His hunting breath held back emotions. He immediately followed Sunan Tembolak.

......

Looking into her husband's blue eyes. Trying to reconcile the ripples of waves that were thumping against the shore of his soul restlessness.

Raksa turned and put on a pouting face. He was not satisfied with Sekar's explanation of Sandubaya's figure.

"He's a friend, nothing more, it's also an old story, after all he doesn't recognize me now" Sekar spun in front of Raksa.

The Raksa was a little confused by his own attitude. All this time he never cared about the people who were wandering around him but now he was so vigilant.

"I just want to be careful with everyone who looks at you!"

Sekar nodded, she agreed with Raksa's reason even though she felt it was too far away to represent her husband's attitude.

"I miss my mom, can we go back to the village for a while?" Trying to divert the conversation.

Raksa was touched by Sekar's request. He took a deep breath and loosened his chest which felt narrow.

"Finishing the tournament we will go straight to the mother's house, I also miss the mother's cooking" Raksa pinched Sekar's cheek.

The girl's cheeks were flushed. He felt his cheeks that were hot.

Her beautiful eyes glowed like pearls. He could feel the anger of Raksa had melted away.

.....

A dim light beam illuminates the terrace of a building with a pretty beautiful architecture. The door leaf two leaves were carved slickly. Stag horns decorate the corners of the house in pairs.

In the middle of the room a girl in luxurious clothes was talking to a handsome young man who looked down more than his interlocutor.

" What's the outcome of your investigation into the veiled woman sitting next to Raksa?" The girl asked while knocking on the wooden table in front of her.

"Your guess is very precise, she's a hundred percent Sekar the girl who disappeared from the kingdom, went with her father a few years ago"

Sandubaya gave an accurate explanation. He tried to catch the reaction of the smiling Lentik Wangi hearing the praise of the young man in front of him.

"What about the swordsmanship that was used last time, what was the name of the skill and were they really married?"

Hearing Sandubaya's last question felt the weight crashing down on the tip of her tongue.

"They're married, that's a report from the registration team"

Lentik Perangi laughs little. He saw Sandubaya's expression depressed while reporting the status of Sekar and Raksa.

He knows the relationship of Sekar and Sandubaya. He was one of the many young men who pursued the girl's love.

He was also the hardest hit when he learned that Sekar had disappeared. The search she did proved how she felt lost.

"Regarding the sword stance he used, I haven't gotten the information yet. That move is long gone from the martial world. Some senior swordsmen were also confused by the Black sword and the name of the moves"

Sandubaya looked down and did not dare to look at the beautiful face in front of her.

"It's okay, we wait for the next fight. Hopefully I can get a clue and learn some of the moves from the sword!"

The last sentence marks the end of the secret conversation.

Sandubaya immediately resigned. His body vanished at the gate livened by the respectful welcome of the two guards.

Lentik Wangi.leaving the young man's departure from behind the door.

......

Paput Sakti sitting on the floor accompanied by Red Kepundung. Several kinds of crafts from yellow stews were scattered around them.

Red Camel itself looks serious. Her tiny hand danced to roll the ends of the janur.

A few drops of sweat gleamed on his forehead in the faint light that broke through the crack of the wooden wall.

His unblinking eyes watched the movements of the Axis Sakti and imitated it.

A few minutes later a sharp shrill voice broke the silence.

Teeeet .. teeeettt .. teeeeeetttt !

A red shadow flashed from the entrance. His long black hair was scattered by the breeze.

The scent of his body that was tearing up the faith filled the room.

The beautiful girl stared at the figure of the little girl who looked so cheerful. His originally hurried steps slowly slowed down.

"Wave-breaking Swordsman Where?" Her sweet voice hung the movements of the two people in front of her.

The Sakti Cowl looked towards the Pomegranate with a slightly confused look.

Didn't they meet ?