White Eagle Warrior 2

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Mahesa kicked a barrel flake towards the Mending Lion, with the inner energy that Mahesa included, making the clay very strong. Until making the Lion Mendeleng must use an heirloom sword in his hand to be able to dispel the splinters of the barrel and make it crumble into dust.

"Haha! I'll be happy, if you fight back," with a feisty laugh, the Lion bellowed back swinging his sword towards Mahesa. This time he did not mess around, the sword in his hand until it was shiny glowing due to the enormous inner power.

Mahesa did not want to linger there too long, fearing it raised suspicions that even more provoked the eyes of people to arrive. Fortunately, they were on the edge of the village, so few could watch the fight.

Using the secret skill of the twelve swords, Mahesa retaliated against the Mendeleng Lion by using a heavenly heirloom. At least, the ability of the heirloom sword that Mahesa used was above the heirloom of the Mendeleng Lion so that from there Mahesa could suppress the Mendeleng Lion faster.

"Hump! Goddamnit! You are so fast!" Lion Mendeleng gasped in surprise when suddenly the sword in Mahesa's hand had reached his right shoulder. Forced the Mendeleng Lion to plop down to avoid more severe cuts scraping on his shoulder.

But Mahesa was not immediately complacent by giving a small wound on the shoulders of the Mendeleng Lion. The sword in his hand continued to hunt down the body of the Mending Lion that was rolling on the ground.

"Because of you!" The Lion bellowed loudly as he slapped his sword at Mahesa's feet.

Mahesa immediately jumped, soared high into the air and then alighted on the tree branch. He waited for the Lion to attack him again. Mahesa's eyes stared intently, watching over every detail of the movements that the Grunting Lion did. And when the man jumped after Mahesa to the tree branch, Mahesa also jumped down. Until the two meet and fight in the air.

The wuusss! The Lion Sword flashed a few inches near Mahesa's thigh. Instead, Mahesa's feet managed to land hard on the chest of the Grunting Lion.

Bugh! Bruukk! The Lion bellowed down ahead, his body slamming violently into the chunk of rock.

"Uhuukkk ..." Fresh blood came out from the mouth of the Mendeleng Lion. His back was shredded, torn by a sharp rock.

Craassh! Craassh!

Without giving the opportunity for his opponent to get up, Mahesa released several energy spears that pierced through the chest and stomach of the Mendeleng Lion while delivering the swordsman to the afterlife.

Mahesa had yet to set her foot on the ground as the Cowering Lion breathed his last. The old approach that is always at odds with Mahesa was killed on that day. Finally ... after several fights, Mahesa finished also the resistance of that person.

The Lion is not a bad person. He never harmed the population, committed robbery or other things that are detrimental to others. He was hostile to Mahesa just because he wanted to be called a swordsman. Therefore, he was obsessed with being able to defeat Mahesa. Mahesa's mood was not good, coupled with his anxiety about the safety of Puspita and her daughter made Mahesa unable to control the energy of the inner power to release a punch that was beyond the ability of the opponent to withstand.

Lion Screaming, finished. Mahesh immediately ran up to his horse and continued on his way. He was pounding horses like a doormat, until in a short time had far left a mark of battle. Mahesa had only stopped when it had passed two villages. It's been a long way.

"Master, please come in. Let's ..." politely, the waiter greeted and led Mahesa's horse.

"I don't want to go in. Can I bring food to this resting place?" mahesa asked the waiter while thrusting a silver kepeng that instantly silenced the servant's mouth.

In the tavern, there must be many warriors and nobles who asked to be served. Not to mention the fear among them there are those who recognize the face of Mahesa. 'You can be bothered. Indeed, Mahesa did not want to stain her hands with blood. This time, the trip was a little different. Why would he also have to meet the Mendeleng Lion then fight and finally kill him.

After eating Mahesa will immediately continue the journey. His heart suddenly thumped unkillfully. Her memory was always on Suhita, her daughter must have waited a long time. Or maybe he's done concocting drugs? Mahesa smiled to herself remembering her daughter's bad hobby.

"Momuu, Dad's back, Dad's back. Look, Mum. Father really brought me some venison," Prameswari welcomed Mahesa's arrival.

Mahesa immediately jumped down from the horse's back. He held his daughter lovingly.

"Dad brought a lot of broken meat. How do I spend it?" Prameswari stared at the meat pack his father had brought. Actually it was not deer meat, but buffalo meat that Mahesa bought in the market. But little boy, how do you know that. All he knew was the lies from the stories his mother had concocted.

"Ah, that's very easy, my daughter. You just ask your mother for help, if she has intervened, surely everything will be fine" Mahesa said with a laugh.

Puspita smiled, welcoming her husband's arrival. After packing the luggage, and preparing the water for the bath Puspita immediately took over Prameswari.

"Kanda, please clean yourself up first. Here, Son. Let your father take a shower. Look at her clothes are full of dust" said Puspita carrying her daughter to the front room.

In a smile, Puspita sighed deeply, looking at the red hue on her husband's neck. Such a sign always Puspita get every time Mahesa comes home from the Goddess of Fire. Not just there, but somewhere else. As if the Goddess of Fire confirms if the night later Puspita get is 'used'. Puspita no longer feels strange. Already accustomed. And maybe that's the risk of living as a second wife. But Puspita was already very happy, because in reality Mahesa did not discriminate affection between the first and second wives. Instead, Puspita felt that Mahesa tended to love her more. Same with himself. Whatever happens, even if Mahesa is not her husband, her love will never be timeless.

"Dinda, sorry. I ..." Mahesa wants to talk. But Puspita immediately stopped him by rewarding a warm keccvpan on the cheek of the husband. Puspita could have guessed that Mahesa would apologize. What other mistakes should be forgiven? Mahesh only did his duty as a husband. Being fair is one thing to do.

"Kanda, you must see this," Puspita showed Mahesa a wooden box. It is a medicinal herb that has been pounded. All of these are the work of her little daughter.

Medication for first aid in wounds and another one is for hot sick children. What an incredible achievement. Mahesa seemed to get a very special gift finding it. Suhita Prameswari is also very talented. The medicine was made with a perfect ingredient. The measure is fitting. Greatable.

"It's amazing, Dinda. Our son managed to make it very perfect" Mahesa praised with all expression.

Suhita Prameswari's favorite is indeed counted nyeleneh, he is the son of a famous swordsman, a great swordsman with the ability of energy in unmatched. But his penchant is not in martial arts, but the science of medicine. The proof, at an early age he has been good at concocting drugs like a professional healer.

Puspita also had fun. He was happy to hear that. Although his mother is a nobody and can not do anything, but in fact Prameswari is so talented. He was according to his father's ability in medicine. "You know, one day our daughter will be a good healer who will be useful to the wider community."

"Yes, Dinda. Of course, as parents, we must encourage him to diligently learn. Instilling a noble ethical value so that Hita does not forget himself. I want our Son to step on the path of virtue. Huuhhh, but dear ..."

"Already, Kanda. Dinda sure, in time Hita will surely know how important martial arts," Puspita clasped Mahesa's hand tightly. Convince her husband not to think about it. Didn't Mahesa himself just learn kanuragan at the age of eight years? Mahesa was just too anxious. He measured everything just by his point of view, of course the little boy stared at it in a different way.

"Well, you're right. I was wrong. Even they were too early to know the martial world," Mahesa patted her eel. I don't know why until he thinks so short.

It's not Prameswari's job to take care of himself. But Mahesa as a parent, as a father is in charge of that. Also about his wife's safety. Puspita who now no longer has the ability of canoegan, it is entirely the responsibility of Mahesa to keep the wife from all forms of danger.

Being a husband does not mean only getting the right to be served, but also having a great obligation in the form of responsibility. At the risk of his wife and child's life. Cress, food, board as well as calmness, safety and trust. If you still rely on your wife to meet her own needs, then logically for what is the woman married and have a husband? What's for the husband? If only for bed, then bin*tang can do it. What is more human?

Ah, naw. Mahesa must equip her daughter with martial skills. At least, to be able to protect yourself when in danger. For the way, let's think about it later. Everyone, it's a must.