
Bayu could not bear to see Sari sobbing, he pulled Sari in his arms.
"Pacify yourself, Sari, and make the best choice. For you and for everything."
Sari was finally able to regain control of herself. He rubbed his wet eyes and then smiled.
"So melow like this anyway. I have to be strong, right?" sari asked Bayu who was greeted with a smile.
"Yes, you have to be strong. What happens now cannot be repeated, nor can you go back in time to change the story."
"All I have to do is face the next one, right?" tanya Sari tried hard.
"Good girl .. Go home and do some meditation." advises Bayu.
Sari nodded and before long she returned to her body. Sari opened her eyes slowly, then spread her body. He rested for a moment before looking back at the world.
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In another room in the same hotel,
The phallus stared far out the hotel window. His memory was twisting the fight he had stolen from Airlangga's vision.
Although the two are opposite but the blood bond keeps the two connected. Moreover, the two are twin brothers who have an unusual bond.
"Sari's dream has already gotten the sword" he muttered softly.
"Sorry, sir said something?" tanya Saka made sure.
Lingga snorted violently, then turned to look at Saka. "Come."
"Mbak Sari's? What's wrong with Sari sir?"
"The sword is already on him." The phallus walked up to the table, picked up his phone but then unscrewed it.
"Why is it so complicated? It should all be finished in no time."
"Do I need to steal that sword?" ask Saka again.
Lingga was silent for a moment, thinking then looked at Saka. "no need. I have to do something, if plan A doesn't work then I need to execute plan B."
"I mean sir ...," Saka realized something and wanted to confirm it to her master.
Lingga nodded at Saka giving the code that Saka immediately understood. He was waiting for orders from his master.
"I don't think it's like this, all because of my sister!" he said with rage.
"If Airlangga had not given him poison and I had not given him a counter poison as well, Sari would not have changed like us."
"Yes, he .. has turned into like me, immortal. Who would have thought that the poison that we both planted in his body could actually fuse perfectly with the help of energy from his saucer." replied Lingga flat expressionlessly
"Kalo mbak Sari eternal then the original master's plan can not run?"
"That's why we're running another plan." The phallus is agitated, and he begins to get frustrated.
Lingga asked Saka to come closer and whispered to Saka. Soon after, Saka left Lingga alone who chose to close his eyes.
Sorry if I had to be cruel. But I have to do it, only you can end this.
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Sari woke up as a soft voice greeted her. His tired body now feels refreshed.
"Sar, what time do you want to sleep? We're going to the tomb, you want to come?" Bagas.
"Ehm, what time is it?"
"Hour 3pm. You sleep all day, very sound. Doni's nagging to wake you up."
"Ooh ... 3pm?" Sari sat down and peeked out from behind the curtains.
"We'll check out later. Now you take a shower, keep us going. I'm waiting downstairs, right?"
Sari smiled and nodded. Bagas gently rubbed Sari's hair, slightly tidied up and kissed Sari's head.
"I love you."
"Quite a few yes, afraid of the bore to the tomb." Book Bagas while closing the room door.
Silent and like entering a vacuum, it was what Sari felt as she entered the funeral door. Ahmad's tomb is still filled with fresh flowers, the rest of the night. Sari and the Journey to the East team recited prayers at the side of Ahmad's tomb.
Sadness still lingered on their faces. Sari shed tears again.
"I'm sorry Mad." she said softly by pouring the prayer water she bought in front of the funeral.
Bagas gently rubbed Sari's back, giving her strength. "Udah Sar, don't beat yourself up. Ahmad also knows it is not your fault, he must also be sad if you see this way from up there."
"Yes Sar, it's. Don't be so late. It's not Lo's fault, it's fate that has become Ahmad's path." Doni added.
Sari was silent and rubbed Ahmad's headstone.
Mad, calm down there .. I'll finish everything. I will often come here nengokin you are also your mother. Thank you for being your best friend until the end of your life.