BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 14 JIWO STRAP

xEPS 14 JIWO STRAP

The battle between the palace Queen of Karang Bolong Dewi Suryakanti and the half-stealth girl Ken Darsih, has made the room of the magnificent Balairung Palace into a mess. Some parts of the corner have been destroyed. Many victims died from the demons of the inhabitants of the underwater palace south of Java. Even Goddess Suryakanti looked helpless when Ken Darsih pulled out another mustika weapon.

A thread of blood-red color was thrown at his enemy. The thread instantly unraveled and chased after the body of the Goddess. His face looked shocked and turned pale. He did not think at all that the angel girl had one of the weapons that the demons were so afraid of.

“Tali Jiwo? Where possible..”.

He could no longer think, because the blood-red thread had suddenly tied his body from the tip of his leg to his neck. Only his head was still moving. But all of his demon power was no longer working. Everything was paralyzed and frozen.

“Aaakh!” his yell.

Jiwo rope is the thread binding succa Nyai Nagabadra. Ken Darsih once used it to bind the tribe of Ki Badranaya or Ki Nagabadra, the male dragon demon lord of the forest of Kecipir, the husband of Nyai Nagabadra. After killing her demon wadag, then the girl tied up Ki Badranaya's tribe with Jiwo's Rope and threw him into the realm without space, without time.

Nature without space and time is an empty realm frozen, in a dimension different from ours. Anyone who lives there will live forever. The sukmanya will float around here and there without direction and certainty. They will never come back because there is no way back.

Ken Darsih stepped closer to the body of Goddess Suryakanti lying under her magnificent throne. His face turned purple, a sign that he was at the peak of his anger. His eyes were as red as blood, staring with vengeance. Eve death was so felt to shake his soul, to end the life of Goddess Suryakanti who he considered to have tortured his mother, Daningrum.

“Ken Darsih, let me go! You don't know what happened to your mother!” shouted Goddess Suryakanti.

“I really don't need to know everything Goddess. Stanty. What I saw already explained everything,” said Ken Darsih in a flat voice.

Ken Darsih took the flute back out. Dewi Suryakanti who had been calm had suddenly become agitated. Ken Darsih's face was cold. He then crouched down next to his opponent's already helpless body. His forked tongue stuck out in his mouth. It is like detecting something hidden.

“Ap ... What are you going to do to me, Ken Darsih?”

“In one breath, I give you a chance to live longer. Hold that last breath, then enjoy the splendor of your palace for the last time. Because as soon as you breathe out, in a moment I'll kill you.”

Then raised his small flute into the air, ready to finish off the life of the ruler of Karang Bolong palace. Goddess Suryakanti took a deep breath, then held her in her stomach for as long as possible. Ken Darsih waited patiently for him. As promised, giving his opponent the opportunity to enjoy what he loved at the last second of his death. But still, in the demon world, death is the business of the Almighty.

“Let down your weapon young man! Ssshhh... !”

One voice sounded softly at the end of hiss like a snake, so echoing.

Ken Darsih and Dewi Suryakanti turned towards the gate. The two gasped in shock with different expressions. Ken Darsih looked astonished by the figure he had just seen. Dewi Suryakanti is happy and excited. His eyes were glaring and his lips were smiling widely. Instantly he called out to the newly arrived figure.

“Kanjeng Queen Nyai Blorong!”

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Laziness is opium for souls who do not appreciate their lives. So continue to step even on the road that is sharp pebbles. Because once you stop, you will be reluctant to move on and take a long time to get to the destination. That's as long as you don't run out of spirit and lose motivation.

Kyai Badrussalam sat on a larger rock while sitting cross-legged. His eyes were tightly closed, but his lips continued to chant prayers and praise to the Almighty. Occasionally his hand moved to fix the turban on his shoulder that continued to flutter due to the roar of the wind that sometimes blew quite hard.

For two days they waited patiently outside the exit of the Somawangi fort. And during that time also they have not met the Somawangi people who usually go out in the morning to sell their agricultural products. Could it be that the people of Somawangi already know that there are foreigners waiting for them? Why did they not report it to Panembahan Mbah Iro, their leader?

“Hoaahmm.”

Andika closed her mouth tightly. A great drowsiness attacked him, but he did not sleep because there was no order from his teacher, Abah Kyai Badrussalam. His eyes kept glaring at his phone screen. Hm, there has been no change as well, his heart said.

“Sleep Andika. You must be feeling tired and need rest.”

“How to not get sleepy?”

Abah kyai smiled.

“Sleep first. I'll sleep when you wake up.”

Hprp…

Not to mention that Kyai Badrussalam finished speaking, Andika's body was already cupped on the big rock and fell asleep. And Kyai Badrusslam still smiles at Andika. This kid really has a high fighting spirit. He is willing to do anything to help others even if it is not related to his own interests.

Rarely does anyone know that Andika is the only son of Subrata, an American tycoon of Indonesian descent. Crazy Rich is very known for his expertise in building his business from zero to become an empire that his company spreads almost all over the world. Since childhood Andika entrusted Subrata to Kyai Badrusslam, for the sake of his ambition to reap success in the land of Uncle Sam.

Many people refer to Andika as an angel-hearted young man. The young doctor who owns his own Hospital, Madani’s Hospital, whose management is left to his fellow doctors. Because he prefers to manage a small clinic to serve the health of ustad and santri in the boarding school Ksatriyan Santri. Andika never asked for any payment, even drugs she bought with money from her own pocket. His mother always sent him large sums of money every month.

Kyai Badrussalam suddenly lifted his head. His keen sense of hearing caught the pace of several people who had just arrived, tracing the path leading to the seams of Somawangi. And when he saw who those people were, his face was as soft as it was.

“Embahan Mbah Iro.” murmur.