GemBLUNG
The Secret of the Wanderer God

"What makes me hot is that I heard that my brother Wirya had married my girlfriend and fiancee!" continue the story of the Wandering God with a soft but still can be heard it.

"Teacher....!" call Roro Wening with feelings.

"Can you imagine how broken my heart is. Sadness mixed with dust in my chest. I swear to look for them! For decades I searched and searched without despair. I finally heard about my brother. He has become a high-headed guest. It was even appointed by the Alas to be the Chairman of the Persian World. I didn't show myself. But quietly find out where my beloved who has been married by him." continued the story of the Wandering god who again sighed.

"Would grandfather be able to meet with a tunagan grandfather?" asked the curious Roro Wening.

"I finally managed to meet my ex-lover! What I saw was coming true. My beloved has become a cripple of his feet and hands. A lifetime of defects. He said that it was all the work of my brother Wirya!" answer the Wandering God.

Until here the breath of the Wandering God returned to sting. But by holding back the flow of blood that would spill from his mouth again he continued his speech.

"I ..I looked for my brother with great anger. I've lost my sane brain. It felt like just pulverizing the body of my brother who had persecuted my lover to such a terrible extent. I also managed to meet my brother. We fought. Not one bit I want to hear my brother Wirya's explanation, because my emotions have overflowing! Thankfully

the bloodshed did not happen at that time. Him

run away. And vanished somewhere.

From then on I never saw him again." The Wandering God.

"One night when I fell asleep

place, I was awake when an object floated towards me. But quickly

I've caught him. I still had time to see the flashing of a body that disappeared in the pitch-black night. It turned out to be a roll of paper. After I opened it, it turned out to be a letter addressed

to me." said the wandering god.

"Who's the sender of the cake?" asked the curious Roro Wening.

"The sender is my own brother. The letter explained the matter until she married my lover. My lover was found pregnant, without knowing who had done it. He was forced to marry me, because my girlfriend committed suicide. Even my beloved girl did not want to meet me because she was embarrassed.

That is why my beloved girl invited my sister to from our hometown. The flaw suffered by my ex-lover was that he did not know at all, because he had long since separated from his "wife". My brother said in the letter, that he had never had his wife once." explained the Wandering God.

"Then how's it going, grandpa?" ask the girl who is curious.

The old grandfather in front of Roro Wening looked

being quiet for a long time breathing.

"Hm, I still can't believe for a long time with his description that night I was looking for him. But my brother's trail is hard to trace. The coming and going are hard to know." replied the wandering god.

"Then what's next for the cake?" ask Roro Wening who is still listening.

"One fateful night while I was sleeping

the flutter in an old house. I was surprised

when I hear a noise. Turns out there is

the fight that has happened. Surprised me

seeing who was fighting was my own older brother Ki Wirya against a man wearing a mask covering his face. And it wasn't my surprise to learn that the masked man had stolen my sword! My brother had caught him, and tried to take the sword and open the veil of who the masked man really was. It's a shame the masked man ran away, and my brother chased him. Honey I don't

caught up with them!" said the wandering god.

After sighing again he continued his speech.

the trail of my brother is also the masked man, but there's no trace of them. Until I decided to see my ex-boyfriend again. He was alive and in a state of disrepair, paralyzed both his legs and hands. My ex-boyfriend finally opened up a secret. That the masked man was his own son. The boy was the result of his mischief with my own teacher!" obviously the old man was a soft-eyed man who was able to make Roro Wening widen his eyes.

"Well....! with your own grandfather's teacher?" sentak Roro Wening was very surprised.

"Really! I didn't think my own teacher wanted his student's lover. As for my beloved Larasati, it has two grudges. First a grudge against my teacher, second a grudge against my brother Ki Wirya. Grudges against my teacher because he is the one who has ruined his honor, and

it shattered her hopes of living together with me. The grudge against Ki Wirya, is because my brother never wanted to marry her even though they were married! The bastard son was taken by a student from Tibet. It is the man who educates his son to a high-headedness.

Larasati has sworn to kill my teacher, and kill Ki Wirya. That thing has already been done. And he showed me the evidence with that piece of sword you held on to me!" obviously the wandering god.

"Are you sure of the evidence?" asked Roro Wening who was still curious.

"Yes, I'm sure. After giving his testimony, Larasati had killed herself with the sword!" replied the grandfather by nodding his head which was the sound of the toilet and looked bitter.

"What about the Demon Weasel King? Was he involved in the affairs of the Medal?"

This question surprised his grandfather and students. Because Jaka Kelana had been standing near them.

Since then he had been surprised to see the girl pull out a sword that had its end maimed. Then carefully listen to the words of the Beggar King.

"He...he...he...he....he ...! what is your name

dashing boy?" ask the wandering god who looked at Jaka Kelana with a look of wonder.

"Include me Jaka Kelana who usually people call me by the name of Jaka Gemblung." replied Jaka Kelana who looked at the wandering god and Roro wening alternately.

While he was looking at the Demon Turtle King

it was no longer visible and had vanished somewhere. Only Jaka Kelana knows. Because shortly after the collision of two forces in the two kosen old figures, the turtle Demon King who staggered went to the top of the highest hill, on the island.

Jaka Kelana was going to chase, but her eyes

it was fixed on the sword that the girl had pulled out. The sword whose beam was the same as the tip of the sword messenger that was in his hand.

Until he broke his intention, and put his ears wide listening to the narration of the wandering God to his disciple.

By stealing hear that, feel

the secret of the killer Ki Wirya

once his teacher was beginning to unfold.

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