BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 87 STICK MUSTIKA DANDUNG (2)

EPS 87 STICK MUSTIKA DANDUNG (2)

A gentle wind whirled around the soul space. The fire of romance becomes love. Longing makes the heart open. But a lovebirds who are kasmaran will not know the way home. Because the world is too narrow for them. To whom shall I heal this heart? To the one who sacrificed holiness or to you who changed my days in heaven?

“Go Home Dandung! It's outside your world. In one full moon, come back to this place. We will return to play together to spend time in this beautiful place,” said Ken Darsih.

His body stood upright in the clothes of the dancer given Nyai Nagabadra. The end of his flute covered in gold seemed to sparkle behind his shirt tied with a purple silk scarf. His black curled hair was left to scrape down. Hiding some of her beautiful face that makes Dandung heart could not bear to leave her.

“No!” Dandung shook his head quickly. “I will not be involved in your war. But I will keep an eye on you, keep your safety from a distance.”

“But..” is not finished Ken Darsih spoke, Dandung has put his index finger touching the red ration of his lips.

“Do not argue Ken. This is my duty,” he said.

‘True man will not leave his lover struggling alone to reach distress,’ Dandung inner that he did not have time to say.

Finally Ken Darsih nodded his head. A wide smile appeared on his lips. For the first time in her life, the girl felt happiness due to the presence of a man other than Eyeang Senthir. He turned towards Nagaraja.

Nagaraja stuck his tongue out, then dimmed his eyes. He understood Ken Darsih's heart. The girl wants Nagaraja to give supernatural powers to Dandung's body. Although the young man would not engage in battle, he would have the strength to defend and defend himself.

Nagaraja released one of the manes that grew elongated above his head. A bright red mane with a light yellow color at the end of it was thrown to Dandung. The young man swiftly caught the dragon's hair about two meters long. Then he watched it from end to end. Like a flame-patterned whip, soft but very strong.

“Fix that mane on your waist. Feel the power,” said Nagaraja.

“As long as you are connected to that mane, your body will not be injured even if exposed to the sharpest weapon,” continued Ken Darsih.

“You mean, my body is immune from all sorts of sharp weapons?” ask Dandung.

Ken Darsih nodded his head with a smile.

“Including immune to bullets?”

“Whatever weapons made of metal, will not be able to hurt you,” said Nagaraja.

Dandung nodded his head. He took off his shirt until he saw the skin on his stomach and waist. Then the mane of Nagaraja is fastened to a circular-linkar waist. As soon as he tied the tip, suddenly the mane disappeared from his sight. Dandung gasped in surprise. But he felt his body feel stronger and fresher. After all sorts of germs in the suction by Ken Darsih, what strength else does he have?

“Thanks Nagaraja,” says Dandung.

“Thank you to Nyai. He was the one who asked me to give the mane to you.”

Dandung looked at Ken Darsih's face deeply. The girl did not need her presence. But somehow he did not want to let the girl go alone in his absence.

“Thanks.”

Dandung subconsciously grabbed Ken Darsih's body in his arms. And this time the girl just kept quiet, no longer rejecting him.

***

In cold weather that freezes the car Mercedes AMG GT 63 S metallic green it glides slowly in the city toll. The atmosphere of the late capital, makes this toll road quiet. Only one or two vehicles appeared to pass. But not as silent as Dandung's heart that is still silent restless thinking about his love dilemma. Returning to the capital recalls her love story with Frida.

At three o'clock in the morning the car went into his apartment garage. Walking with steps rather shaky because of drowsiness and fatigue. Almost six hours he took a long journey from Kethileng hill to return to Jakarta. While Ken Darsih rose to the back of Nagaraja then disappeared through the visible realm. He said he would meet his friends from the jinn and demons.

Get off the car, Dandung breathes rough. Then walk up to his apartment on the fifth floor. Having just climbed to the last step, Dandung was shocked. There was a girl sitting on her knees in front of her apartment door. His face was invisible, because it was placed on both knees. Apparently asleep.

Slowly Dandung turned the key to his apartment door. Clamps! But enough to keep the girl awake.

“Akang Dandung is home?” greet the girl.

“Eneng?” he said with a surprised tone.

“Iya kang's. Shocked yes, deliberately Eneng love.....Surprise!” his yell.

“Hush!” said Dandung while putting his index finger over his lips.

These nights are screaming, not good with the neighbors. Dandung immediately pulled the girl's hand inside and told her to sit on the sofa.

“Eh, how do you know akang apartment?” ask Dandung.

“I asked Lilis, her brother Eneng who had played here . After I searched at home never met,” said Eneng with a seductive smile.

Eneng and Lilis are distant nieces and nephews of their mother, but they are very happy. So he's his son's sister-in-law's brother's mother in Bandung. It's far away, right? It is also found at least once a year if there is a family event. Indeed, secretly in the past Dandung also often steal the view because of the body of Lilis and Eneng bohai and her beautiful face typical of priyangan girls. But his slovenly thoughts were instantly thrown away. The cousin brother.

“Keep you came here for what?”

“Hehe, Eneng want to pinjem money with Dandung.”

“Owh, Eneng need money? How much?”

“Limarus million.”

Dandung gasped in surprise.

“A lot, make what?”

“Create kang plastic surgery. Let Eneng's nose run rich European girls”

“Hah? You are already beautiful, why all plastic surgery?”

“To change the fate of kang. You want to be an artist, like Cinta Laura?”

Dandung shook his head. Then take one sheet of ketas check, write the figure of five million, continue to be given to the young girl.

“Nih. Make your capital an artist. Just wear it, no need to return.”

Eneng shook his head. Then take off his clothes one by one. Showing his good wishes. Instantly Dandung's virility blood instantly rose again. But he was still conscious, his mind immediately remembered Ken Darsih and Frida.

“Eh, what do you want Neng?”

“I don't want debt. Akang is good, so Eneng should serve akang also.”

Then the young girl stepped forward. Pushing the young officer's body down onto the sofa. Like a beast, he unzipped the zipper of Dandung's pants. Grabbing ‘his mustysticks’ and put in his mouth. His mouth was full and his eyes glared in amazement, ‘this is his inner telephone pole’.

“Mpft..mpft...mpft..(gede really have akang),” said Eneng who can no longer speak fluently.

The ferocious girl began to move her head forward and backward slowly. ‘Mustika Dandung's wand begins to harden and bribe the wall of his throat. His eyes looked at Dandung with a seductive look. Dandung went wrong. Cousins are forbidden, not forbidden…

“Ouch! Neng remembered Neng, this is a sin! We'll have to curse later. Auh!”

“Mpft!...Mft!...Mft!…”

Eneng did not want to listen to the advice of his cousin's brother. His head kept moving back and forth. Dandung continued to groan, his face grinning like a tormented person, his eyes brushed and both his hands clutched firmly with Eneng's hair. A few moments later there felt someone pushing out and could not be held back again.

“Aargh! Ery! You..outrage!” his booming scream broke the silence of the night.