BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 08 AND MISS YOU

EPS 08 AND MISS YOU

“Ap..what happened abah?” ask Andika stammered.

Kyai Badrussalam did not answer Andika's question. His body even jumped to the place where the Somawangi people had disappeared. Then stand up straight and turn the view. There's no one. The mysterious people had completely disappeared from sight. Andika immediately approached the body of her Abah who was still standing upright while thinking.

“Hm. It looks like there's a veil hiding them,”.

Kyai Badrussalam raised his right hand into the air. His lips spoke ta’awudz and basmallah before his hands slapped the empty space in front of him.

“Bismlbornokhmaanirrokhim.plok!”

As soon as his hand slapped the air wall in front of him, suddenly the landscape that was seen in front of them seemed to be glowing. Like we pat the surface of the water, the scenery in it will also bend and make the objects in it strange.

“Wow! What is Abah?” yell Andika.

Andika who was standing behind her Abah was surprised. Like there was a layer of water bubbles separating them with a scene inside. Andika stretched out her hand slowly, piercing through the water bubble, and she gasped, half of her hand that went into the bubble was invisible. He reflexively pulled his hand back, and examined it. No problem, his hands are fine.

“It's like a transparent sheath that tricks our view. It is only fitting that those who enter into this veil are instantly lost from sight. Apparently this is what covered their existence,” he said.

Kyai Badrussalam nodded his head.

“You're right Andika. Apparently this sheath is what closes the road to Padukuhan Somawangi so it cannot be seen by just anyone.”

Andika was still staring at that invisible veil with a thousand question marks. Hm, apparently I have to get into that veil, her inner self.

“Wait grandpa! I want more convincing evidence,”.

Then Pranaja put his head in, piercing through the veil like a water bubble. See the surroundings inside the sheath. Hm, it turns out true, the mind, the path from the outside looks deadlocked, it turns out that in this sheath is still connected. This is the same path to the Somawangi shaman. Then he put his head back out.

“What do you see Andika?” ask Abah.

“What I think is true grandfather. This path is still connected. Definitely heading for the mysterious dukuh Somawangi.”

Kyai Badrussalam smiled flatly. Then he turned to the big rock and sat on it again. Andika was astonished.

“Why did you turn Abah? Why don't we just go in and see Panembahan Mbah Iro?”

Kyai Badrussalam shook his head slowly.

“No Andika, that's her name breaking manners. Peanembahan Mbah Iro gave the veil that means he did not want any people to enter the Somawangi.”

Andika stared inexplicably.

“Then what will we do Abah?”

“We will wait here. Later if there are Somawangi people passing by, we can send a message to be conveyed to their leader, Panembahan Mbah Iro.”

Andika raised both her eyebrows. Now he understands what Kyai Badrussalam means.

“Be a good guest Andika. If the house allows, then we will enter into it. But if it is not allowed, we must not impose the will.”

The young doctor smiled. For many years he lived in the boarding school, it seemed that Badrussalam never runs out, There are always new lessons that he gets every day.

A silent atmosphere enveloped the heart. When contentment makes the heart unable to speak. After racing against time, climbing the hill to quickly get to the top, finally the screams of victory sounded so loud. It is as if all the burdens are thrown off, or the debts that are twisted are paid off. All finished in the hubris of the wall of the heart because it managed to prove its power.

Lucra's head drooped spoiled over Dandung's arm that wrapped around his neck from behind. Occasionally Dandung's lips still landed behind his ears, giving a warm touch through his sigh. And the lick of his wet tongue, made Lucre's body tremble and convulse. Little things that cause incredible sensations. No matter how much sweat is running down your forehead, and how much sweat you squeeze out of your body.

“You are indeed naughty Dandung,” sahut Lucra.

Lucra looked at the handsome young man's eyes deeply. Not the eyes full of love, but the gaze of admiration for the might he had just felt. Ah, she was willing to take her time to enjoy being with that young man every time. In every task he did, he was always involved in love location, but with Dandung he felt an incredible sensation.

“Maybe I will take a long time to forget you,”.

“Why did you say that?” ask Dandung.

“My task is done. My business with Blade Muller is done. The M16 will pull me back to its base. Give me another assignment, and maybe I will be involved in another love story again,” said Lucra with a smile.

Lucra's smile was so cold and flat. It's like it's all a game of passion, with no words of love and no heart in it. M16 did release his agents involved in romance in every place they visited. The conditions are only two, do not jeopardize the task and do not use the heart. And Dandung knows it. Several times he had illicit relations with some Caucasian girls, and after it was done they would just leave.

Dandung just nodded while he was singing his lips.

“Why?” ask Lucra.

“Maybe it took me a long time to forget you too. You're the toughest woman I've ever conquered.”

Lucra fixed her seat, then her face faced Dandung's face.

“Oh, yes? What about the policewoman. Don't tell me you're not related to him. I know from the look in his eyes.”

“Frida mean?” dandung said with a big smile. “Yes, he's tough like you too. But he's too sincere, sometimes I feel guilty to him.”

Lucra shook her head.

“Of course you feel guilty, because you really love her.”

Lucra said with great emphasis. This time Lucra's face looked serious.

“I'm right?”

Dandung. Of love? Does she really love Frida? But why do his heart and mind always remember Ken Darsih?

“I don't know Lucra. I myself am too afraid to fall in love.”

Lucra was silent at the young man's words. Hm, jumping too.

“I'm afraid I can't keep the love I'm building and will eventually hurt her,” Dandung said as he sighed.

Lucra ripped through Dandung's disheveled hair.

“Hm. In the end, everyone will always learn to love. Because every journey inevitably stops, and every heart needs true love”

Lucra stood up. Re-wearing one by one his clothes were scattered everywhere. Then kissed Dandung's lips gently and just passed. Leaving the man's heart suddenly shrouded in agitation. Leads him to one door to the room of longing.

Frida, I miss you.