White Eagle Warrior 2

The Road to Giling Wesi

Puspita closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. How messed up the mind of Puspita Dewi considering the situation that is so precarious according to him.

His daughter, is taking a bath and will be getting ready to go to Padepokan Giling Wesi. Suhita was so eager to witness the close run of the prestigious competition there. Meanwhile, her husband did not return home.

Other than Mahesa, there was no reliable person to do so. Although Nyi Gondo Arum and Kalagondang also have fast running skills that are quite high, but there is no way they can do it. Padepokan Giling Wesi is very far away. If you are forced, most likely Suhita's caregivers to arrive are very thin. In fact, they will run out of energy before they reach the border.

The tep! The cemoooll!

Puspita was shocked beyond measure. I sat his fur until it creeps, his entire body was suddenly like a person who was cold. Suddenly, a hand landed and squeezed his butt.

With his heart almost dislodged, Puspita immediately turned around to ascertain who the person who did indecent to him was.

The look on Puspita's face, which was originally pale, immediately turned red when she saw the person who did it was the person she knew the most. Who else if not her husband. Fad stuff.

Without being able to say, Puspita immediately hit and bit her husband's chest as a form of outpouring of resentment because Mahesa had made him cringe for hours.

"Aduuu-aduu-aduuhhh .. do not bite wild there. Here alone," Mahesa grabbed Puspita's hair, forced her face away from her chest and pointed to her lips.

"Hehehe .. sorry, yes," only that sentence has always been a powerful weapon of Mahesa every time he makes a mistake.

Surprisingly, Puspita always just opened her sorry door. No matter how much and how much frustration in her heart, after meeting Mahesa, looking into her husband's eyes, then all immediately collapsed. His love is so big, it melts everything.

"Kanda, Hita has succeeded. He seems so excited. I'm sure there's something else that's pushing him to be like that. Perhaps, he had found someone who could give an injection of spirit. His friend," Puspita spoke with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, it could be. The boy was very spoiled. What he wants, that's what he will do. As long as we don't stray, we can't do much. Except, he's starting to get off track" Mahesa smiled.

Mahesa asks Puspita to prepare dinner. Before leaving, they need to replenish their energy. "I want to go see our son."

Puspita. How happy Puspita's heart, what he was worried about did not actually happen. Mahesa is a responsible man, at least that's what Puspita feels. And why a long time ago, Puspita could not forget a moment about Mahesa. Even when he became the Light of Heaven once, his only one heart was always fixed. First love as well as last love, Puspita should not doubt it.

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That day was the semi-final. The participants of the competition from the various branches will continue their fight. Especially those who compete in kanuragan. So many eyes were fixed, to witness the future swordsman candidates.

Meanwhile, Suhita Prameswari is still on her way. Although Suhita felt that her physical condition was still strong enough, Mahesa forced her daughter to rest in a tavern. Just fill the stomach and relax the muscles.

"Maybe, this is your first trip. I don't want to until you're sick or something happens when we get there. I'm sure you understand that" Mahesa rubbed Suhita's head.

As usual, everywhere Suhita always brought medical supplies. Everyone who saw would know if he was a little healer. It's not like that in the shop.

"Little Prophet, I beg .. have mercy on me .." the mother pleaded with great. His face was full of pity, almost crying.

"Heh, what are you doing?! You're just upsetting our guests' appetite. Ask for help, but don't look around. Can't you wait until the little healer finishes eating. It doesn't make any sense! Hurry up and go!" the shopkeeper immediately grabbed the middle-aged woman's shoulder and dragged her out of the shop.

"Wait on! Uncle don't do it. Let the mother finish her talk!" Suhita.

As the tavern maid removed the grip on her shoulder, the middle-aged woman immediately crawled closer to Suhita. With a hoarse voice and deep sadness she recounted the state of her dying son. About his family in economic distress, everything.

Mahesa squinted her eyes, perhaps others could be pitying, but Mahesa was not fooled by the appearance of a middle-aged woman who looked so perfect in the shackles of poverty she played. It felt like Mahesa was shaking her hand, to throw the middle-aged woman out of the shop. But it wasn't Mahesa did because there was Suhita there. Without proof, Mahesa could not do anything.

Sure enough, after hearing the story of the woman Suhita's heart was immediately touched. Suhita promises to help ease the woman's burden as much as she can. Including asking his father to order food so that the woman and her children can eat well.

Mahesa just smiled faintly. As the middle-aged woman glanced at him, Mahesa looked at the woman sharply. Their gazes collided with each other, making a swish that struck the middle-aged woman's chest. Not to forget, Mahesa exerts a killing aura specifically aimed at the woman, as if giving a warning that the woman does not mess around.

"Dad, did you finish eating?" ask Suhita to Mahesa. Suhita saw that Mahesa seemed calm. "Emmm .. We have to go to this mother's house, Dad. Poor ...."

"Then, what are you waiting for. Come on!" Mahesa got up immediately.

On his finger was clamped a gold coin that was directed at the shopkeeper. "Take the change."

With a few packets of food, they left the store. Following the footsteps of the old woman who led them towards the house.

"Say, your son is very sick. How many people were there, five?! Why is this house so quiet?" Mahesa stared at the unkempt yard of the mansion.

"Maybe they fell asleep, sir. After weeping from dawn, weep" replied the old woman. He rushed into the cottage.

"Darling, careful. Stay alert. He's not a good guy!" Mahesa warns Suhita.

Suhita was shocked to hear her father's words. How could Mahesa say that, convict the wicked. But yes, Suhita replied with a nod. Thus, the problem is solved.

Not ignoring her father's warning, Suhita raised her vigilance. Mahesh was a great warrior who was rich in experience. There's no way he's just talking.

"Come, in. Do your job well" Mahesa smiled. Asking Suhita to enter the house first.

Inside the house, Suhita was greeted with a similar view as what the mother had told her in the tavern. Suhita immediately opened the medicine box she was carrying.