Assumption
Natural Instincts

Same time in different places ....

The roar of the wind swayed the bamboo trunk, the sound of its leaves as if cheering over what was going to happen in that place. The place where two women duel without conflict or problems that background it.

"A minute, I need a stretch." The chatter opens a word war.

"Lazy girl! If your day is full of activities, you don't need them." The beautiful girl began to attack him with the word piercing heart.

"Is that? it's too early to judge me," replied the angry chatter.

"Your movements and your manner show it," the beauty repeated with a slur.

"You just knew me, you don't know ...." Tearing up her sleeves, the girl said, "I can disappear."

"Imust be!" grunting, "don't expect me to believe," said the beauty.

"Don't say much .. get ready!"

Cretek! the crek!

Neck, fingers, feet, and all the joints in his movements.

The chatty girl positioned the tip of her sword steadily, right in front of her gaze. His grip on the weapon, no higher than his head and no lower than his ears. His feet felt the shape of the horses he had forgotten, but looked confident that the beautiful girl in front of him would be sprawled here, today.

"Come on, don't be so groggy," the beautiful girl joked with a hum. "I'm not using my science, nor am I armed—"

But the experience is many, thought the chatty. And an experienced opponent even made him very, very nervous.

The beauty put one fist in front of her right chin, while her left hand prepared to fend off the attack of the chatty one, from wherever it would strike. His cheering gaze was inviting, as if saying 'If you want to try, please!'. But his body formation did not in the slightest show a gap.

Now is the time to strike, whether to wait until the sun goes back down, thought sicerewet. This opportunity he would not miss after the opponent agreed without using the magic and without weapons in hand.

Then he attacked, stabbed, aimed at the opponent's chest .. The shot of the tip of the sword missed! although only a little, then attacked with hesitation, until the slash of his sword looked stiff, only able to split the air, not only once or even many times.

The beauty quickly grasped the naggy girl's wrist. With focused, directed and powerful movements, he twisted the poor girl's hand and dropped the sword from her grasp and pressed down with his knees.

Krek!! ....

Something sounds broken. The wind blew on the dried bamboo leaves that were now falling rained down where they fought martial arts, the chatter that fell on the grass, could feel the ground covering the surface of his face which was now covered with sweat, and the, maybe blood soon.

"What are you doing? You idiot!" grumbled the beautiful woman. "When you know this is training, but serious little napa? How to be smart quickly!"

"Aww!! My hand!" complacent the chatty while grimacing. "You're broken!!"

"No, I'm just a broken weapon, you crybaby! Stand up again and repeat!"

"Udah ahh!! Tired!!" The chatter still hugged the earth.

"Daddy."

"This is the third time" he answered with a breath he had difficulty adjusting, then turned his body to turn and lay staring at the blue sky.

The training activity that is now done is an effort to divert Tia while in the hut earlier, ki Wiryo told to take her out with sign language.

At that time Asih whispered to Tia that, he would teach her martial arts here, with a bamboo sword that made Tia enthusiastically leave the place, where ki Wiryo, was, Disa and Wiwit will be more free without the interference of the Ceremony ... Tia's.

"I'm going to disappear." Tia got up soon.

"Hahh, When? Prove it!" tanya Asih was curious.

By looking at the expanse of nature from a distance, with rustic houses that appear only the roof, as well as a symmetrical line of rice paddies that are covered in partial clouds. Tia stared at the beauty with a heart filled with excitement.

"Later at the right time, when my laughter is no longer available, when my grievance is no longer heard, and my chattering attitude that can no longer bother you, no longer, even when you can't predict .. when we'll see you again." Tia looked at Asih with tears that began to spill. "That's when you'll feel like you're losing me."

Asih wiped away Tia's tears and said, "I will definitely miss you." Hugged him.

Shortly thereafter ....

"Enough!" Tia pushed Asih and denounced, "a really big synetron!"

They returned to the battlefield, without drama, without storylines and tears.

Tia started off with a quieter start, then continued with a series of attacks, now more excited, because the moves learned first one by one he can remember.

Fierce battles were inevitable, they began to balance, of course it was because Asih only used martial movements without the usual deep energy he spent, of course, even Sado just sat there watching and grinning.

Asih began to be desperate, he had to go all out so as not to make Tia big head. His experience proves, with a little trick, he can control the situation easily and counter-attack with a kick.

Wrraaw!!

Can crashing Asih and rolled on the ground, which was reciprocated with the encouragement of Sado who watched, because he felt that his master was threatened and in danger, obviously made Disa bounce towards Tia.

Disa got up, like standing on four legs walking back and forth in front of Tia as if protecting her.

Amung tried to dive into the inner eye of Disa who was blocked by the supernatural fabric of ki Wiryo, "Son Disa, spill the contents of the cup, immediately!"

Isa still with his stance, the influence of good intentions covered in anger, that is where the devil appears, until he knows that his best friend is worthy for him to defend.

"Sadoes!! ... Isa!! control yourself!" shouts Asih.

Weerrk! ....

Tia was flabbergasted and just speechless, she thought that Disa was possessed by Sado.

Wrraaw!! wiwit guards who came before him, stared intently at Sado and stood beside Disa to give support, he considered Disa like a group with him, probably because of the splice effect absorbed.

Weerrk!! ... Wrraaw!! ... Wrraaaw!!

Sado, Disa and Maung prepare to clash forces .. face to face with a distance of only an inch, with the sound of mutual grunts.

Bruk!! the fabric that Ki Wiryo shook that came made Disa collapse instantly with breathless breath and wet clothes.

"Sadoes!!"

"Young!!"

Asih and Wiwit screamed at the same time, calling out the names of their respective guards, they tried to catch up.

That is one of the consequences of nurturing different creatures of nature, they use their instincts instead of mind, common sense and heart. As with raising wild animals, you must always be aware of the instinct to kill them. Which is a pattern of behavior that is hereditary brought from birth, without previous experience and fundamental goals.

Tia also approached Disa who was lying down, she cried shaking Disa's body that had not been realized. "Dis! Don't stay with me!"

"What the hell?" the resolute Sergah Disa. "How many times have you tried, you said that?"

"Ihh ..," Tia smiled and hugged Disa. "You got into a trance, huh?"

"Huss, ki Wiryo abis teach me, Yes!!"

"With the Shortcut," said Disa in a whispering voice.

"Well, can you beat Sum, dong?" please Tia lirih.

Disa clasped Tia's hand. "May this end soon, and we return to normal life again as it was."

Ki Wiryo was proud of his new student and praised him, "Miss cup, you've got a good start, even though there are a few obstacles."

Ki Wiryo looked at Amung and put his hand on his chest and bowed. "Mr Amung is the one who perfected it .. He serves as an alarm on your cup, Miss."

Disa smiled with her eyes closed as if saying 'thank you' in the inner speech greeting her guard.

Asih and Wiwit memapah Disa who looks exhausted.

"Mba Asih," call Tia

"Why?"

"Kok me at the stay? The cape is not just Disa, a shock, anyway! Basic teacher carbuncle!" grouse Tia.

"What!" pekik Asih who has walked away in follow ki Wiryo.

"Gendouong!" spoiled door.

Wiwit approached Tia and told her to ride on her back, which was in a bent position leaning forward.

Wiwit felt the same fate as her, equally dependent on her fate on Disa. With the red mark she saw on Tia's forehead, even though it wasn't on her, still the threat always came to her.

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