BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 03 LOST HEART
EPS 03 LOST HEART
Suddenly the lights went out. Lucra Venzi, the 004th Agent of the British Secret Service, who is still not fully aware, must take an unaccounted-for attack. Dandung caught and threw her beautiful body against the wall violently. Then the two hands of the handsome and burly young man locked his neck and head until he could not move. And finally the mouth of Dandung locked the red ranium in his mastery.
“Ugh! Mmmpfft!” Lucra felt her breathing so tight and hot.
Damn it!
Lucra could only curse in the heart as the young man's tongue so loftily tickled every corner in his mouth. Inevitably, Lucra also gave a fight. The two tongues fought like two swords clashing against each other in fierce battle. It looks like Dandung is already in the wind. Lucra was getting late and losing consciousness. His passion and emotions instantly soared controlling every capillary and veins all over his body.
“Ah!” Lucra let out a small scream when she felt that someone had been bitten.
“Why? This is punishment for anyone who dares to stalk me,” said Dandung.
His body was flipped and thrown back against the wall. Then stabbed in the back.
“Auh!” again Lucra screamed while covering her mouth.
It feels so painful and burning. Moreover, then Dandung continued to increase the intensity of his attacks. Many times the beautiful body was slammed, squeezed and pierced from the front and back. Auh, it felt like his soul had already floated too high up in space. How would this be if the same fell. It must have hurt a lot. The pain is for mercy!"
“Why did you use your arm Dandung, augh! Huft!” he cried out among the sighs of his hunting breath. “Taste of kegedean, argh!”
“It's not an arm dear. But my motor exhaust, huh!” sahut Dandung originally spoke.
The climax of a brutal, ruleless battle ensues. Preceded with the puncture of the powerful Dandung mustika stick with super speed, as well as the resistance of Lucra who squeezed the stick with a super shield, smashing the stick to a bottomless clasp. And their mouths let out screams of nonsense, meaningless words. A sense of unease between yes and no.
“Oh, yes!”
“Oh, no!”
And the fierce fight between the young officer and the formidable agent was finally over as well. No one wins and no one loses. The two bodies were falling limp, like a balloon doll that had no wind. Sweat flooded their bodies. And the smell of carnation they left in the mangkrak building was only a marker of the enjoyment of the soul and body that was never satisfied in just one battle.
Then their eyes stared at each other ferociously again. Their lips smiled cynically back. And they were ready to do battle a second time.
***
At the same time, suddenly the surface of Sendang Kumitir at the top of the hill Kethileng churned. His rhythmic vibration awakens Ken Darsih from his new hermitage walking half the time. At first he gasped and looked annoyed. But then his face changed when he saw a carriage pulled by sixteen white horses, suddenly appeared at the bottom of the joint and stopped right in front of him.
Ken Darsih immediately knew that the train came from the realm of darkness, not from the real world. It means the chariot, the horses and the passengers are stealth. Even if the car came from a kingdom, it is certain that his kingdom was also a demon kingdom. Ken Darsih closed his eyes again but remained vigilant.
Kriyets!
The train door opens. A beautiful woman dressed as a keratin princess got off the carriage. Wearing pearl-embroidered red kebaya and precious stones sewn with selected gold thread, combined with ivory yellow threaded gold threaded jarit, the woman looks so beautiful and graceful. His body floated slowly approaching Ken Darsih who was like he did not care about his presence.
“Build. You don't have to pretend not to care about my presence,”.
Ken Darsih wakes up from his hermitage. His blood-red eyes looked so keenly at the guest he had never seen in his mind.
“Absolutely I should care about you?”
The woman dressed as the king's daughter smiled.
“You will know the answer soon.”
Ken Darsih snorted in annoyance.
“Why do you like convoluted? Just tell me what you want?”
Ken Darsih nodded his head.
“Of course I want to know you strangely dressed woman.”
“My name is Dewi Suryakanti. I own the Karang Bolong Palace on the South Sea Coast. I'm one of the Queen's warlords of the South Coast. But now I serve his daughter, Nyai Blorong. Do you know him?”
Ken Darsih shook his head. Goddess Suryakanti stared in wonder.
“How can a half-demon snake man like you not know Nyai Blorong. Even Rajanaga adores him?”
“Why should I know them. They are not the important people in my life.”
“Then who is important in your life?”
Ken Darsih was silent for a moment. Take a deep breath and then take it out slowly. Her memories go back to her past, her childhood with her mother and grandfather.
“There are only two important people in my life, my mother and grandfather,”.
Goddess Suryakanti smiled. Like being able to read the turmoil in the heart of the dragon demon girl. Then he smashed the stick in his hand towards the slab stone that Ken Darsih was sitting on. Suddenly the surface of the stone was like it was becoming liquid and spinning rapidly. When the round stopped, on the rock it looked like a television screen depicting a woman inside a palace.
“Do you know this woman?” ask Goddess Suryakanti.
Ken Darsih gasped in shock at the woman pictured in the stone. It was a bit vague but he clearly knew his face. For she was Daningrum, the woman who had given birth to her
“Mother!” he screamed unconsciously.
His face stiffened immediately. She had not expected to see back her mother's face after hundreds of years apart. For a while he was still fixated, continuing to observe the moving image in front of him. Then his gaze turned to Goddess Suryakanti. His eyes were sharp as if they were about to swallow the body of the Goddess.
***
FLASHBACK…
The Lymph of the Past Year…
Exactly forty days Tusin and his wife, Daningrum, did hermitage. Focusing his mind at the highest level, so that the screams of their hearts are heard by the owner of Karang Bolong cave, Dewi Suryakanti.
“Build Tusin and Daningrum. Stop your hermitage,” said someone, his voice echoing in the slippery and dark cave.
The couple opened both eyes. They saw a woman as beautiful as an angel wearing clothes like a court noble. From head to toe was filled with various kinds of jewelry from pearls and diamonds wrapped in pure gold.
“I Dewi Suryakanthi, the owner of this cave. Now convey the meaning of your arrival to me,” he said.
“Daulat paduka, I get instructions from the eyes of the teacher Sapujagad to ascend here to get the Coral Flower belonging to the king of Dewi,” said Tusin.
Goddess Suryakanthi laughs. His voice made Tusin and Daningrum's ears shudder.
“Yes, I can read your mind, even since you guys just came here.”
Tusin and Daningrum looked at each other.
“Then, will your majesty Dewi grant our request?”
Goddess Suryakanti smiled, staring at the two human faces who were also looking at her expectantly. Ah, I don't know how many times he had to deal with humans who lost their minds. Carrying endless grudges, caught in anger by a wounded heart, they finally asked for his help. Impatiently rested in the path of light, they were determined to pawn their lives in the path of darkness, provided that their grudges and anger were resolved.