BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 16 SKIRT GATEL
EPS 16 SKIRT GATEL
Like a longing to go back to childhood, when seeing nature that is still so beautiful not yet touched by technology at all. Babbling shepherd children chasing each other in the middle of the savanna, gurgling clear water flowing between the valley and green hills refreshes the soul, and the sound of the squeaking chicks watching their mother bring them food. In the wind, the wind touched the forest.
Ah, how this longing paid off from the sight before his eyes.
“Wow! Ckckck..beautiful once.”
Andika stood glued while clucking in admiration. In front of him now lies a wide and well-maintained road. Not yet paved but composed of hard stone formed like bricks, then neatly arranged along the way, with a wide surface above. It almost resembles asphalt, but is much stronger. On the right-hand side is given a wooden fence that is given a white color, and planted with Waluh trees. The yellow flowers look beautiful decorate the main street in this dukuh Somawangi.
On the right and left of the road are irrigation canals to irrigate rice fields and plantations as far as the eye can see. Green and yellow rice really spoil the eyes. Interspersed with plantation land planted with pepper trees, nutmeg, candlenut, cardamom, and other rempons. Far behind Mount Slamet is like peering from the cracks of leaves.
The residents seem to be busy with their work. Some men, wearing a cloth tied to his back, cover the lower part of his body. While the top is bare chest. They worked their fields and gardens with joy. It was the smile that always adorned their lips. There are also those who sit crouching uprooting the grass while humming the Java flowers. His voice was beautiful to entertain the farmers as a reliever of fatigue, he said,
“Sigra Milir the gethek the nangga bajul.
Dasa kang njageni's.
Ing ngarsamiwah ing.
Tana pi ing right dry”
But as soon as he saw the Panembahan Mbah Iro group passing by, the farmers immediately ran and lined up on the side of the road. They bowed their bodies in their homage to the supreme leader of their beloved Trah Somawangi. The women who were cooking in the kitchen, the children who were playing and the young girls who were cool to chat behind the bamboo room.
Their focus is of course Pranaja and Andika. Those who already knew Pranaja as their future leader, admired him even more. His perfectly developed body, the more sturdy and muscular the girls were the more hysterical he made. While Andika looks more mature, dashing with a milky-white skin color, smooth and soft. His handsome face radiated the kindness of his heart.
“See Den Mas Prana has returned! Adduh kok my heart so dagdigdug not because yes?” whispered a girl whose face looked red.
“Iya. Add handsome and dashing. I fell in love with Den Mas Prana!”
“Sst! Don't loud. I heard about Panembahan. Want to punish you?”
But the girl who was drunk on the mother looks no matter the threat of her best friend. Di still looked at Pranaja's face while hugging his pillow roll tightly.
“Hai view! The young man who walked the very back. Whoi! Very handsome!” yell at another girl.
His eyes bulged and his index finger pointed at Andika. Now they are confused themselves. How come there are two? Adduh, which one do you want? Huh! You sok gatel chick!
***
What a beautiful day. Vania was sunning her body on the stern of her yacht. Two of his assistants sat beside him. One of them scowled his body, the other was rubbing his body with Sunblock Cream. While Subrata stood leaning against the iron fence while enjoying the view along the canal connected to the beach.
The sun shines brightly, illuminating the city of Cape Coral. A small town in the state of Florida, America is so peaceful. The city surrounded by many canals is a suitable place to unwind in the midst of busy so dense. There were only a few vehicles on the road. People prefer to walk or ride bicycles everywhere.
Along the canals, a lot of sailboats are anchored neatly. Almost all the inhabitants have sailboats. Where they spend most of their time. Coconut trees that grow on the edge of the canal become a mooring of the boats, as well as a soothing shelter. Its natural beauty creates an exotic impression that makes the feeling comfortable and pleasant.
On one of the largest and most luxurious cruise ships, Subrata controls its business spread across the globe. It is equipped with a super advanced digital device that helps it to know the state of the market quickly. With the sophistication of technology that he can be present anywhere virtually.
“There's news you want to tell?” ask Subrata to Pramono.
“Everything is fine Sir. Darsono has just reported on the situation in Megapolitan following the capture of Blade Muller by M16,” agents.
“You have full data of the agents who infiltrated it?”
Pramono nodded his head quickly, while looking at Subrata's face which looked to harbor anger. The Indonesian tycoon, who is almost half a century old, looks so dashing and youthful, far from his actual age. His appearance is luxurious. From head to toe, all wear limited edition branded items. Not just anyone can afford it.
“Already sir. The most senior is agent 004 Lucra Venzi, and the youngest is agent 009 Rich Pranaja.”
“Rich Pranaja? Name that is not foreign to it.”
Pramono nodded again.
“True sir. He is an Indonesian-born M16 agent. Both of her parents also live in Indonesia. His oldest brother is a plastic surgeon in Korea, while his second brother is a police officer of AKP.” rank
Unasked, Pramono immediately sent the profiles of M16 secret agents to his big boss. But Subrata just checked Pranaja's profile. In satellite imagery records, Pranaja was caught several times entering the Megapolitan region. Including when he worked as a driver on the megaproject. But most surprisingly, Pranaja was caught three times visiting sacred trees in the residential area of Megapolitan.
“What's up sir?” ask Pramono.
Pramono noticed the change in Subrata's face while examining the images he sent. His boss's face looked shocked.
“You investigate this boy further. He was caught three times visiting sacred trees in Megapolitan,” stressed Subrata.
“What!” dressinga Pramono who gasped in shock.
He did not believe his vision. Subrata showed images of Pranaja visiting the sacred tree, alone or with two other people. He really felt a sense of helplessness.
“Who recommends this child get into Megapolitan?”
Pramono was silent for a moment.
“Lucra Venzi,” she replied with quivering lips.
Subrata's face looks red and holds back anger.
“Basic men sok gatel you!”