BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 24 OTHER TIRTANALA OWNERS

EPS 24 OTHER TIRTANALA OWNERS

That night the moon did not appear above the Megapolitan. Stars are scattered in the sky so clear without the slightest cloud. The absence of the moon makes the starlight so noticeable. Flickering like millions of diamonds on a black cloth. It was beautiful, filling the space of admiration in the hearts of Pranaja and Panembahan Mbah Iro.

“Eh, by the way, what is it grandpa visiting me tonight?” tanya Pranaja broke the mood.

“Ap..what?” sahut Panembahan Mbah Iro stuttered.

But then the Great Leader of the Somawangi Trah smiled. Because of the tree almost he forgot his purpose to come to see Pranaja.

“Oh yes, I got a wangsit from Begawan Wanayasa to take you to the top of the dead mountain. Your body will be immersed in a lake of hot water called Sendang Edi Peni. You'll be soaked for seven days and seven nights.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“Do they have to be that long grandpa?”

Panembahan nodded his head.

“Do you mind?”

Pranaja shook his head quickly.

“Of course not.”

“Then we leave now.”

The cute-faced young man nodded his head. Ready to follow his great-grandfather wherever he went. Moreover, his duties in Megapolitan were completed. Panembahan Mbah Iro holding Pranaja's hand. But just as they stepped up, suddenly a shout echoed.

“Wait! Don't go first the power owner Tirtanala!”

One white shadow flashed, then stood up straight against their steps. In front of him appeared the upright figure of Kyai Badrussalam standing in the way of their steps. Dressed in all white with a turban that coiled around his neck Kyai Badrussalam looked gently at Panembahan and Pranaja. Yet they could clearly sense there was an extremely powerful invisible force holding back their steps.

“Greetings. Forgive me for interrupting your journey, kisanak,”, said Kyai while cupping his palms.

“Greetings. Is there anything to tell us, brother?” sahut Panembahan Mbah Iro's.

Pranaja stared at the astonished shady-faced old man.

“And where did you know the power of Tirtanala, old man.”

Panembahan Mbah Iro grabbed Pranaja's arm, so that the young man would keep his words. He knew, the figure that confronted them was not a random person.

“Pardon my grandson's words. Not that it offends you.”

Kyai Badrussalam was still smiling.

“It's okay kisanak. I can understand it.”

“Now just tell me what you mean get in the way of our parents,” said Pranaja again. “And you also haven't answered my question earlier.”

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head. Sure enough, the power of Tirtanala was exhaled by a young swordsman. That's why it feels more exciting and excited.

“I just want to make sure who is the owner of the power of Tirtanala that I feel tonight, unlike anything I've ever felt before,” said Kyai Badrussalam.

Panembahan Mbah Iro and Pranaja looked at each other.

‘Those foreigners have felt the power of Tirtanala before?’

Curiosity immediately flashed on their faces. The words of the old man they did not know made them undo his intention to leave as soon as possible from that place. No descendants of Panembahan Somawangi scattered without them knowing. And he mastered the power of Tirtanala.

“What do you mean my brother. Is there anyone else who has the power of Tirtanala and you know him?”

“Quickly tell the parents, who has the power of Tirtanala besides me?” connect Pranaja.

“He is the owner of the eternal tree that is behind you,” Kyai Badrussalam said.

Pranaja's face gasped in shock, he was even more curious when he heard the words of Kyai Badrussalam. This answers the question of why the magical tree is shrouded in the power of Tirtanala. But who is it? His inner.

While Panembahan just stared at the kyai with a flat face. Although he knew, the old man in front of him was not lying.

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head while cupping his hands together. Then walk slowly towards the big rock and sit cross-legged on it. After Pranaja and Panembahan Mbah Iro.

“Include my name is Badrussalam. People call me Kyai Badrussalam. I am the owner of a pesantren located far from Megapolitan.”

“My name is Iro, lurah padukuhan Somawangi. It's not that far from here. And this is my grandson. His name is Pranaja, he is the owner of the power of Tirtanala you mean.”

Pranaja cupped his palms together in front of his chest.

“Assalamu’alaikum. Greetings to me, Kyai Badrussalam. It is I who used the power of Tirtanala.”

Kyai Badrussalam smiled as he stared at Pranaja's body from top to bottom. His sharp inner eyes could see that Pranaja was not an ordinary human being. The structure of his bones and veins were perfectly formed. And the blood flow in his body is different because it can store more air than normal humans in general.

“You must have awesome power young man. I can feel it,” said Kyai Badrussalam. “You even have the power of the King of Surya.”

Unknowingly Pranaja's mouth rattled in admiration. Incredible vision of Kyai Badrussalam, praise Pranaja in his heart. Even he knows that I have the power that comes from the sun's energy. And he was sure that the shady-faced Kyai must have known that he had other powerful forces.

FLASHBACK OFF…

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There is no fire that does not burn. Even its thermal strength was able to shed an extremely hard metal before it was touched by its tongue. Be careful with fire. Because he didn't just burn everything you had. He will also burn the love in your heart into endless hatred.

“Less Ajar!”

Heya!

Brak! Prangs! Pyars!

Heya!

Bugs! Prak! Brug!

Pramono raged like a tatiron bull, like a wounded bull. Because of a sense of humiliation, a sense of dead self-esteem, a crushed soul, or a wounded heart. Like feeling betrayal after serving faithfully, or because of a love that is neglected after a long struggle?

“I'll avenge you all!” his Pramono.

His breath is hunting. His eyes were as bright as blood and stared one by one at the faces of his enemies that suddenly appeared on his imaginary screen.

“Subrata, Lucra, Pranaja, I will make you regret your actions that have insulted me!”

Aarghs! Loud screams.

Then he jumped high. With her body stretched out and her hands stretched out, she let her body fall on a soft and tender mattress of water. Then it bounces its body back up, and falls down on the bed again. For a while his body continued to jump on the mattress until it stopped itself. With both hands, he squeezed his black hair.

“Firman!” his voice sounded cold as he called out to his bodyguard head.

A sreek!

The sound of the door being moved. A middle-aged, tall, well-built and large-muscled man walked into his room. With great respect, he stood in front of the bosnys.

“Any Boss!” said it. “There are commands I should carry out?”

“Booking all villas in the summit area at a distance of one square kilometer. I want my meeting with Marcon Allpanigard to be very secret. In a place and time that no one can know.”