White Eagle Warrior 2

Small Family

As the Sun begins to set, orange light blushes on the western horizon. At that time, the wild birds flew back to the nest. The sound of crickets singing replaces the heat of the sun.

In one village, Talang Tunggal, not far from the clear flowing river bank. I heard the sound of a child learning to read. Many times the child made mistakes, but the mother was not desperate to guide. When the child is ten times wrong, the mother will be twelve times straightening. So and continue so tirelessly, until finally the time set for learning has been completed.

Suhita Prameswari is now four years old. Growing up to be a smart and kind little girl. Prameswari is more likely to read books as well as medication notes compared to learning martial arts. He seemed more talented to be a healer than to be a swordsman.

His father's talent declined as a healer. Whatever it is, of course his mother (Puspita) will always support him. As long as his daughter continues to do good, it is a gift.

"Mom, why haven't you come home yet?" prameswari asked with his innocent face.

Puspita smiled sweetly, covering up the shock as well as the sadness in her heart.

For two weeks Mahesa had not returned to her home. Yes, maybe in the Sacred Fire Department there is an urgent matter to be done. Because his promise was only three days. Puspita was forced to continue lying to her daughter. He said that his father went to trade to a faraway place. It's not time for Prameswari to know that. If in fact he had a half-brother, Mahesa's son with the Goddess of Fire.

"Later, when I come home, I'll bring a lot of venison. We can eat satay until full. Hita likes satay, right?" Puspita holds her daughter's body. Laughing, he held the baby.

"Yes, like, Mom. I'm just afraid Dad's hurt. Not that on the way there will be many forests and wild animals huh, Mom?" prameswari polo.

Puspita Dewi smiled haru, she almost shed tears hearing her son's innocent speech.

"Come, pray. May you be kept away from all kinds of dangers. Until later can go home and teach Hita concoct medicine," Puspita nosed Suhita Prameswari.

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At the Holy Fire Padepokan, Mahesa was enjoying a dish prepared by his first wife, Ayu Sundari or better known as the Goddess of Fire.

The son of Mahesa and the Fire Goddess is named Raka Jaya Supena. At the age of four years, he has even been able to make a candle light. The innate ability he had had been seen since he had just learned to walk. Just then, the Fire Goddess was a little off guard. While she was brewing milk with warm water, without looking Raka forced herself to stand up and move. The baby's legs are still very weak, not strong enough to support the weight, to make his body dazed and finally fell to the floor.

Raka's head swung about to hit the foot of the table. As anyone taught, Raka used her hands to protect her forehead to avoid impact. Not in thought, from the palm of Raka Jaya complained of a blaze that immediately burned the feet of the table. Making Raka Jaya's forehead avoid the impact.

No wonder, given the background of both parents. His mother, the Fire Goddess, was a firebender. Since childhood practice inner energy with fire element. To a great extent he studied the exercise of energy in the Core of Fire. Meanwhile, his father also had the ability of the Fire Dragon Tread which was no less powerful. Naturally, if from an early age a very prominent talent is owned by Raka Jaya. At great, really great.

"Dad, can you take me for a walk?" pinta Raka Jaya after they finish eating.

Mahesa smiled, nodded, and immediately carried her Son's body away.

"My son, it's almost dark. Where are you going? Never mind, tomorrow. Let me be friends later," said the Fire Goddess to her Son. It was as if they were signaling that they would not leave.

"Mom, we're just for a minute. In front of there!" raka Jaya answered while continuing to force her father to leave.

Mahesa glanced at his wife. The face of the Fire Goddess looks not so happy to find her son carried by people. In fact, by his own father.

"Yes, yeah. Come on, let's go now," Mahesa immediately brought her son to enjoy the twilight.

"Dad, said your mother is a great warrior, your abilities no one can match. When I grow up, I want to be like my dad. Being a crime fighter," said Raka Jaya eagerly.

"Ah, your mother was too complimentary. Your father is just an ordinary man. Hehehe .. I'm so proud of your ideals, son. But remember, the science of kanuragan was only used to defend themselves, protect valuable things, not to be exhibited so that people praise, it is wrong," Mahesa mencivm forehead Raka Jaya.

"Then, when will you start teaching me martial arts? I'm already impatient, dad," Raka Jaya was so excited. Apparently, the purpose of taking his father for a walk was to ask for it. Raka wanted her father to teach her martial arts skills immediately. His spirit was so hot, visible from the glare of his sharp eyes.

"Horeee !!!" Raka Jaya cheered happily.

They went to play long enough. Until the sun completely sets, Mahesa and her son have not returned. The Fire Goddess was so restless waiting on the veranda of the house.

"Where is my son taken? Damn it, I really don't know myself. Just be careful, if anything happens, I will also hurt her child," the Fire Goddess clenched her hands. His face was red with annoyance.

"Ah, Mistress. That's Mister and Young Master is back" Mbok Sinem said. Nanny Raka Jaya.

"Know!" answer the Fire Goddess briefly. He immediately stood up, and walked in welcome. Mbok Sinem followed behind.

"It's dark, why did you just come home? Don't you know, bath time is over!" greet the Goddess of Fire with sourness.

"Dad, I take a bath first, yes," Raka Jaya hurriedly got down from her father's sling. After saluting the mother, Raka Jaya brought Mbok Sinem to the back to bathe and change clothes.

Meanwhile, the Fire Goddess was still waiting for her Son to really have far away then her index finger pointed straight at Mahesa. "If anything had happened to my son, I would not have forgiven you."

"Hey, I'm his father. Wherever I might let my son too. You don't talk just like that" slowly, Mahesa lowered the Fire Goddess' index finger that was pointed at her.

The Fire Goddess pulled her hand. Accompanied by a rough snort, he immediately turned his body leaving Mahesa still standing while shaking his head. Mahesa knows, the Fire Goddess is upset because tomorrow Mahesa will return to Puspita's place. And, as a wife of course the Fire Goddess actually does not want that. He hated having to let Mahesa also take care of his second wife.

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Yaatt! Yaatt! Yaatt!

The little hand of a boy moved and continuously beat up the banana tree. The boy has not stopped and will not stop before the fallen banana tree. His hand was still small, his punch was very weak, but the fighting spirit shown by the boy was incredible. It would even be rare to find a boy with such a thick steel.

"Tuuhh, is it sick?! That's why I heard Grandma's advice. Luckily, you weren't hurt," lovingly, the grandmother wrapped the wound on the bad boy's fist.

His name is Danur Cakra Prabaskara Suhita Prameswari's twin brother. From the age of two, Danur Cakra lived with his Grandpa and Grandma. His nature is very hard and full of ambition. Unlike its twin, Cakra is obsessed with kanuragan. Day and night he continued to train, demonstrating every skill he saw when his grandfather was exercising.

"Sir, Cakra wants to be like Grandpa who is so strong despite being old. Being an invincible swordsman like Dad whose name is known by everyone. Cakra wants everyone to know that I am Danur Cakra Prabaskara, the son of the White Eagle Swordsman, the grandson of Raditya and Rengganis. Ahaha! If I was strong, they would definitely not underestimate me! I'll hit anyone who does anything!" Danur Cakra stood on the table while shaking his waist. With a face made-up look creepy like a big swordsman, the boy then patted the chest.

Unable to comment, Rengganis only let out a long sigh watching his grandson's behavior pattern on this one. Very different from his other two grandchildren. Danur Cakra seems to be cold-blooded and very firm on stance. He always wanted something more. His life is moving towards a great goal.

From the look of his eyes alone, it was clear that Danur Cakra was a very ambitious man.

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Name of the White Eagle Swordsman (Mahesa)

Dewi Api Raka Jaya Supena.

From Puspita Dewi namely Suhita Prameswari and Danur Cakra Prabaskara.

The three are in separate places, also with different talents and ambitions. Could it be that the three brothers can unite or even contradict?

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