BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 113 FOR BLOOD

EPS 113 FOR BLOOD

It is not love that you seek, but your anxiety that expects the caress of love from the soul mate that God has outlined to you. And that takes time....

The battle of Rich Pranaja and Kyai Badrussalam is almost at its peak. Suddenly attacked with high-level Tirtanala power, Kyai's body immediately froze. Pranaja put his right hand telephon over the old swordsman's head. Then channel the power of Tirtanala which freezes and destroys. His hand was ready to pull the head of Kyai Badrussalam from his neck. No pain, no blood spilled.

“Stop my grandson! Open your heart!” shouted Panembahan Mbah Iro who suddenly showed himself back.

Pranaja gasped, his heart becoming doubtful. He had never plucked a human head, despite being able to do so. Kyai Badrussalam closed his eyes. He took advantage of the doubts of the gentle-hearted young man. Although his neck was suffocating and had difficulty breathing, his mouth was also tightly clenched, but his heart could still recite and pray. Begging the help of God to be given strength and released from the dzolim.

“Laa ila ha illa anta inni kuntu minadzolimin,” her inner.

And that power came from within his soul. Slowly the heat shimmered from inside his heart. Every time his heart beats, blood flow carries that warmth throughout the body. Freeing his body from the attack of cold air coming from Pranaja's palm. Even slowly, the skin of the young man's hand that had been cold, suddenly felt hot.

“Arkh!” shouted Pranaja while jumping backwards.

Then he shook his hand because it felt like it was burning. Kyai Badrussalam threw the white pearl beads he had been holding. The mustika thing was twirling in the air for a while. His pearl grains emitted a bright light that dazzled Pranaja's eyes. Reflexively he blinked his eyes. And that half-second was enough for Kyai to knock him out.

“Laa haula wa kuwwata illa billa hil ‘aliyyil ‘adzim.”

The tasbih was lost from sight, then looked back but was already stretched around Pranaja's neck. The young man instantly felt his body become so heavy, and his neck became hot. It was like there was an invisible superpower that was pressing him to rest. Pranaja lowered his head. The corner of his eye caught a strange object that was shining brightly earlier already coiled around his neck.

‘What's this powder?’ his inner. ‘Why does it feel so heavy?’

Pranaja used both his hands to pull the string of prayer beads until it broke. But it didn't work. The impulse is getting stronger, though,. Unable to resist the impulse of the force, Pranaja's body immediately boomed sitting on the floor. His entire power suddenly disappeared, like an unceremonious destruction. Only his eyes could move around.

“Are you going to kill me old man?” ask Pranaja.

“No!” kyai Badrussalam shook his head firmly. “Just like you, I'm not a fellow killer, except when forced. You have a soft and kind heart.”

Pranaja tried to thrash back, but the more he moved, the tighter the pressure he felt. The young man was silent.

“I won't kill you Pranaja. Even I will help you to be you again” said Kyai Badrussalam firmly.

“What do you mean?” sahut Pranaja with angry tone.

“You will know it later.”

Pranaja looked at Kyai Badrussalam's face with anger. Why Kyai Badrussalam is playing a puzzle. Things that make him even more curious. But he caught the honesty of the face of the man who always sacrificed it. And seeing the reality now, inevitably he must obey whatever the will of the kyai.

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At the same time, in the same place, Panembahan Mbah Iro was also fighting in the battle against Dewi Nawangwulan, and the Queen of the fairy palace and thousands of stealth of his men. They mobbed the Great Leader of the Somawangi Trah with various poisonous weapons. The Panembahan must exert all his abilities to destroy the powers of the demons.

“Dark Slap!” his yell.

Ajian Dark Ngampar is a creation of Begawan Wanayasa, a half-God who became the forerunner of the descendants of the Somawangi Trah. Dark Ngampar comes from a word that in Javanese means lightning, while slapping means to strike. So the word Dark Ngampar has the meaning of lightning that strikes. Dark Ngampar is classified as one of the high-level sciences and not everyone can reach this level of study.

“Heyaaa!”

The sound of his screams blared and spread rapidly everywhere. Like thousands of needles being spread and flying and piercing the sense of hearing of anyone who hears them. The demons that were besieging him immediately fell to the ground with ears that were bleeding a lot. Then from Panembahan's body came tongues of lightning that struck here and there. Throw and destroy the demons until they disappear without a trace.

The fairy Queen, the only fairies with ugly and old faces, immediately flew away trying to escape, but it was too late. Panembahan Mbah Iro waving his canine hand. Seen a very dazzling light shot and hit the body of the queen to a scorch, then disappeared without a trace. Only Goddess Nawangwulan remained who was still lying helpless.

“Punish me human, I admit my defeat,” Nawangwulan said.

“I will not forgive you, your sins are too much and your existence endangers the safety of human beings. Now just choose the path of your death, want to die quickly or I torture first until your final breath?”

Nawangwulan shook his head.

“Do not! Kill me as fast as you can,” he pleaded.

Panembahan nodded his head.

“Alright I grant your request. Tapia has conditions.”

“Terms? What terms?”

“Free Pranaja from the influence of your pity first.”

Nawangwulan shook his head.

“Cannot. Pranaja has been exposed to blood. Only death can set him free.”

“Bloodguna? What do you mean?”

“My demon blood has been mixed into his blood, and it cannot be cured.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro was upset not playing. From both his eyes radiated a dazzling lightning, instantly grabbing the body of Goddess Nawangwulan. The demon fairy's body glowed brightly, then disappeared. Even the silhouette was burned to the ground, destroyed without a trace.

“What are our actions to save Pranaja, my brother?” ask Kyai Badrussalam.

Panembahan Mbah Iro smiled.

“We don't need to worry. Pranaja was not an ordinary human, in his blood flowed Mustika Crystals belonging to the celestial civilization. As Nawangwulan dies, the blood of the demon will be destroyed by his own blood.”

Kyai Badrussalam smiled. Then he pulled back the prayer beads that were on Pranaja's neck with his hands.

“Loh Panembahan's grandfather and Badrussalam's grandfather, are we here? What happened?”

Pranaja got up from his seat. It was completely invisible that he had just lost his strength. Apparently he has returned to being the real Rich Pranaja.

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