BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 139 FLAVORS CHANGED

EPS 139 FLAVORS CHANGED

Dusk appears to be flushed over a valley of hills that include the slopes of Cheondeung mountain, South Korea. The dim sunlight touched the soft surface of the valley called the valley of heaven. The clumps and small yellow and purple flowers that bloom, is a decoration that spoils the eye. A few butterflies flew nimbly to and fro, alighting and sucking their honey.

Cheondeung Valley offers stunning landscape views. As well as being an incredible observation ground to observe native wildlife. At this location can easily be seen the antelope running across the mountains, until the goose enjoy the beautiful lake water. At nightfall, a sky full of stars reflected in the lake. So this is really the best real estate.

The Bongjeong Temple stood facing west, as if it were an eternal witness to the sun sinking. As soon as he arrived, Pranaja went straight into the room. He saw Ren's body lying weakly on the bed, surrounded by some monks who were praying for him. Seeing the arrival of Pranaja, the monks immediately gave way. With trembling hands Pranaja touched Ren's hands. Feeling cold and stiff, his breathing had also stopped, but his pulse was still throbbing, though very weak.

“Ren!” pranaja was panicking a little. “I'm coming Ren!”

Immediately he placed his palm on the tip of the girl's head, channeling Tirtanala's soothing power as well as healing. Cold air slowly seeps in and penetrates into Ren's body. It flows in blood vessels and repairs damaged cells. The bulge of flesh that grew in Ren's heart and urged his heart to slowly disappear.

His body warmed up again and his heart beat back. The blood flow within his body flowed back smoothly. Gave a pink color on his face that lay paled. Gives the color of life in the body of the girl he loves. Slowly those beautiful eyes began to open. As if in disbelief he looked at the handsome face of Pranaja who was also looking at him.

“Pranaja,” whisper weak.

Pranaja smiled gently. The touch of both cheeks is as smooth as that marble. Without feeling any water flowing down his cheeks.

“Finally I can see you,” Ren continued.

Pranaja nodded his head.

“Iya Ren's. I'm sorry.”

Ren was silent, looking at Pranaja's face deeply.

“It turns out only death can bring us together.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“What do you mean Ren?”

“I'm dead, right? We're in another realm, right?”

The handsome young man could no longer hold back his tears. Then his head slowly shook.

“No Ren, you're not dead. And I came to pick you up.”

Ren looked at Pranaja in disbelief. Huh huh? Why does my body feel fresh and energetic again? Is it true that he is not dead. Slowly he got up from his sleep. Staring at Pranaja with a face that did not understand. Then he pinched her arms and cheeks. Aw, sick! his inner.

“Areally I'm not dead?”

Pranaja shook his head. Then grabbed that slender body into his arms. She held the girl's body full of longing.

“Nobody died Ren. You're not dead yet. Even if your heart has stopped, your pulse is still beating weakly. That's a sign you're alive.”

Monk O and the other monks looked at the event with astonished gazes. How can a heart that has stopped can beat again. Could the young man in front of them bring to life the dead? Then what does this have to do with Ren, why do they behave like lovers?

“I know you must have saved me,” Ren said.

Then they freeze. Their hands were still clutched, their bodies still hugging each other, accompanied by a soft, heart-warming sigh. Missing out at a point in time they never imagined. Let go of the sense of a soul that has long wanted to unite. But…

“Ren! You're cured?” ryong almost shouted.

Ren opened his eyes. She saw her brother suddenly enter the room.

“Kakak!” he said with a big smile.

The two let go of each other's embrace. Ren's face instantly turned pink from embarrassment. During this once new life she was embraced by a man other than her own brother.

“Thank God. You saved my sister,” he said.

Plok!

Ow hell!

Someone hit her head from behind. Ryong looked over.

“You didn't miss me?” pranaja asked with an annoyed face.

Ryong releases Ren's embrace, then hugs Pranaja's body. But Pranaja has changed. His body that used to be gungkring is now so stocky and muscular.

“Already, no need to cry. Drakor banget,” ledek Pranaja.

Replace Ryong who looked at Pranaja with an annoyed face.

“Eh, who's drakor. I'm crying for my sister yeah, not because of you.”

Both are making their own fuss. Ren only smiled to see the two people he loved arguing with each other. Pranaja and Ryong are like Tom and Jerry, always fussing about the unimportant. Although Ren knows, they are two friends who love each other and take care of each other.

***

Life in the temple is so sacred and peaceful. Quiet, far from civilization. There's only one way out and one way in. A symbol of the lifestyle of monks who have distanced themselves from the glamour of world life, and choose to live in the way of light. They spend their time praying, contemplating, living a life of ritual and pure isolation.

Pranaja was very solemn to observe Ren's movements during the temple. The girl seemed to be enjoying her new life. Under the guidance of monk O, Ren matures both mentally and visually. And Pranaja felt that difference. Although love is still so deep dwelling, but the attachment feels more loose. Often Ren was caught looking at her from afar with tears.

“What's with your sister, Ryong?” pranaja said expressing his unease.

That big brother Ren just shook his head, because in fact he also felt the same unease.

“I don't know either,” Ryong said as he looked away at Ren.

“What because of the presence of the young man?” said Pranaja while glancing towards Min Ho.

Ryong looked at Pranaja while frowning his forehead.

“Do you doubt Ren's love?” abugn.

Pranaja. Ryong's question was like hitting his heart. Then say again.

“Do not misunderstand. In the least I do not doubt his loyalty, I just feel afraid of losing him,” whispered Pranaja softly, helplessly.

The wind rustled caressing the leaves that were moving restlessly. Dancing together in an irregular motion. The sound of friction was the song of longing in such a narrow space. They want to be released but don't know how to do it. Perhaps love should always pass through a path filled with thorns and stones – sharp stones. And we never know what we'll get at the end of it. Only hope brings life to human love.