BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 122 IS NOWHERE ELSE

EPS 122 IS NOWHERE ELSE

Fear is the greatest enemy to defeat. Because he makes us doubtful, insecure and inhibits our efforts to show our potential optimally. So the biggest enemy in our lives is to defeat fear so as not to always envelop the heart. Endow your war genders, then shout as loud as possible. Until the enemy is daunted and no longer faces you.

Watchfully, Ron Muller and hundreds of his brother's bodyguards and mercenaries moved in unison up the hill of Kethileng. They were a trained army conquering even the most difficult battlefields. With the ability to sneak and disguise like a demon they move silently to the top of the hill and observe the amazing scenery of Megapolitan City lying below.

Suddenly there was a cry of an owl breaking the silence of the forest, from far away the sound of traditional music. The sound of gongs, kendang, followed by the sound of a cane and chromp which blend to form the sound of gamelan. The longer the sound gets louder and closer. Ron and his men had to look back and forth to find the source of the sound.

As if there was no seoramgpun found in this forest, then who is beating this Javanese musical instrument? Ron shook his head. His mind was too naive to believe such supernatural things. Regardless of the gamelan, they continued to move towards the top of the hill. They wanted to assess the situation in Megapolitan from the summit of Kethileng, before making the attack.

By morning, they were all at the top of the hill. At the top of Kethileng hill is located a green expanse of Kecipir forest. The forest is so sacred to the villagers of Jalatunda. Also called forbidden forest. Ron asked them to keep him hidden until there was a further order. Then suddenly there was a heat burning the skin and trees around it.

‘Wush!’

And the sky that morning suddenly turned red. A lump of flame as big as a hut shot quickly over the forest Kecipir towards the Kumitir palm. The bright color of the hot flame felt burning the skin from tens of meters away. The trees in the forest thinned like molt suddenly. Turned black and smoky. The wisp of fire light just passed through it.

“Aaargh!”

Dozens of Ron Muller's men who hid behind the grove of trees were also killed by the black body toasted. Others died with very serious burns, as the heat of the fire seeped into his bone marrow. Most of the lucky others had to run around here and there looking for a shady shelter.

“What is Fritz? What kind of weapon is that?” ron asked in his surprise.

Fritz was silent looking at his best friend Koln who also looked confused. They had never encountered a weapon with such a powerful heat effect.

“Eh, why are you stunned like a confused person?” ask Ron.

“I've never seen a gun with such a hot effect Ron. If the rocket destroyer even I have used it,” said Koln.

“If it's a weapon, means our whereabouts are already known Pramono?” ask Fritz.

No one answered Fritz's question. They finally fell silent, playing with their respective thoughts. There was a slight sense of doubt and doubt that suddenly engulfed their hearts and feelings. True also said Fritz, if it is really a weapon, means their existence has been known to the enemy. But if the heat effect was not a weapon, then what energy had caused dozens of his men to die?

“I so remember my brother's notebook, if the forest Kethileng is a very haunted forest. Many strange things happen beyond our reasoning power,” muttered Ron.

Fritz and Koln looked at each other.

“You mean the heat power earlier could be a supernatural power?” ask Fritz.

Ron was unsure. There was doubt on his face.

“What will we do Ron?” ask Koln.

Ron let out a rough sigh, seeming he was trying to fear in his heart.

“We have to pause while observing everything. Tell the other friends not to move anymore. Do not separate, protect each other and be vigilant,” he said.

Fritz and Kolm nodded their heads. They immediately gave a stand by code, so that their troops remain hidden and protect each other. Waiting for the right time to assess the situation. Because soon dawn will break in the eastern horizon and the sun will soon come out of the dispute.

***

On top of Kumitir's palm, Banaspati was still sitting frozen in his shock. He was still unsure of his hearing. Although he believed that Ken Darsih was Miryam's son, seeing the resemblance of his face, the girl's words made it look like he heard lightning in broad daylight. For a moment even his heart stopped beating.

“Why are you silent Banaspati. What has Miryam done to you that you are such a dazed demon?” ask Nagaraja.

Banaspati shook his head.

“Hm.of course. There must be a message he sent me right?”

Banaspati nodded his head.

“Now tell me what the message is.”

“Miryam sends his greetings to Nyai and tells Nyai not to be a loser, and to come alone to face him.”

Shhh!

Ken Darsih's lips immediately sizzled. Suddenly her beautiful face turned purple, a sign that she was at the peak of her anger. His teeth rang out, his fingernails turning black and elongated. Full of high levels of poison that will instantly kill his enemy in a scorching state even if only scratched his skin. Smoke came out from the end of his head. Miryam had really demeaned him!

“Bigger! I will clothe the woman's mouth with her own arrogance. He will regret himself for insulting my ability!”

His body immediately stood upright and ready to float away towards the Pesantren Kesatryan Santri, but again Nagaraja reminded him not to obey his anger. The dragon's stealth tail prevented Ken Darsih from leaving the Kethileng hill.

“Do not be provoked by Miryam, Nyai. If you come there, it's the same as me committing suicide!” shout Nagaraja.

Shhh!

Ken Darsih sizzled once again. His elongated, forked tongue was coming in and out of his mouth quickly. His gaze sharply looked at the dragon demon king.

“No human being will survive for daring to insult Nyai Ken Darsih, senapati war Kidul Sea Kingdom!”

“But if you go there it will hurt you. Because that's what they want to trap you.”

“What do you mean?”

“We will wait for Miryam here. Kethileng Hill is your home, Kumitir is your protector. You'll face Miryam one-on-one here, in your own home, not anywhere else.”

Ken Darsih fell silent, pondering over those wise words. And he knew, all this time Nagaraja's words had always proved the truth. Yes, he will wait, facing Miryam in a life-and-death fight in his own home.

Not anywhere else.