Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
20. Guests

Inside the lush forest was the sound of people sweeping the courtyard. The soft broom that was not too long forced the grandfather to bend a little even though his body was healthy again mighty. Collect the dead leaves scattered to one place until they accumulate, ready to be decomposed along with the blazing flames.

Shortly after he did his activity, a guest present from behind the ascending footpath, had to climb to reach the place. He was a young boy with black curls, dressed casually in white and carrying bundles wrapped around his left hand. When the grandfather realized his presence, the man smiled.

"I'm back, Master Madiarta."

The originally flabbergasted expression faded replaced by cheerfulness, radiant as if shrouded in sunlight. For a long time, Suluh was only able to meet a grandfather who had been very meritorious for his life. They only exchanged greetings and circumstances through the intermediary of Suluh's father, Bara, who occasionally every Sunday will present to bring food. Form of gratitude and gratitude.

For now Suluh is playing that role. Also, the boy was not alone there but accompanied by a sweet girl named Sabrina who certainly looked exhausted. He was really stubborn, had been warned repeatedly that the journey would be very worrying for a boy his age. Still, as she talked to the stone, Sabrina insisted.

As a result Suluh had to repeatedly stop, carry, and lead his beloved sister. He was a little annoyed with his attitude like that, it could have even made him fall ill. But no, Sabrina's spirit of adventure does need to be recognized thumbs up, want a testimony from her brother that she is capable. Whereas since the first time he could be at the top of that huge hill, Suluh had already acknowledged his prowess.

When Suluh bowed, Sabrina did the same. His innocence in stealing a glance at the approaching Madiarta Master, was infused with a small rarity from the grandfather. Those fragile eyes took turns watching Sulah and her sister, starting to pat the boy on the shoulder to stand straight back up.

"When more than a month did not meet," said Madiarta's grandfather who sounded hoarse. "You seem to have changed a lot, my son."

Reed pulled the corners of his lips gently, "Dad probably hasn't told me all the things I've been through in Cenderawasih."

Master Madiarta lowered her head while exclaiming, "We have plenty of time to talk about it, you don't have to worry."

Then the glance turned to Sabrina, the grandfather continued, "And who are you, beautiful virgin?"

Suluh also turned his head, whispering, "Include yourself, sister."

Sabrina was wrapped around clumsily in awkwardness, bluntly speaking, "A-I, na-my name is Sabrina, Cake."

Master Madiarta chuckled softly as she stroked Sabrina's dark hair, exclaiming later, "A child as small as you is already very extraordinary to be here. Come on in, there's plenty of food waiting."

After the grandfather turned around, Sabrina's face flowered with a big smile turned to her brother. The anticipated thing paid off. They both followed Guru Madiarta to a house while helping to prepare, not sparing the bundelan supplies also added a variety of dishes at that time.

Suluh told his development during his schooling there, telling the latest techniques of Guru Madiarta which until now, no one has been able to break the resilience of Sulah. While he was just nodding his head while touching the food, he chose to listen enthusiastically.

Until the Prana training phase, Suluh revealed that he had received the element and cultivated. Had made Madiarta's grandfather freeze for a moment, then glanced at the only student who was still raiding. It was fitting that he felt something different from Suluh, something fantastic. He clapped his hands, cleaned up the dirt and somehow sat cross-legged perfectly.

He fell silent, stopped talking. It was a sudden mess with what grandfather was doing in front of him. The face of Master Madiarta suddenly changed drastically full of seriousness, linking the two eyebrows tightly as if unwilling to lose concentration. Shortly after, everything died down. He opened both eyes to say something.

"Ten, did you know that the Prana capacity in your body is beyond the limits of human ability?" said Guru Madiarta who was loud, panicked.

Reed who was aware of the strange gurgle of the grandfather responded by exclaiming, "Yes, Master, Elders Mustari told me."

The old man sighed deeply, whispering, "So he already knew what was going to happen and let it go."

The young man dissolved in agitation, especially when he was unable to digest Madiarta's grandfather's sentence at all. "What does Teacher mean?"

Instead of interpreting the sentence expressed by the grandfather, Suluh even worried his teacher why-why. The act of disrespect even frightened Sabrina who immediately hid behind her brother's body. Madiarta changed instantly like everyone else, but the authority embedded in the name. Now only fear, fear, can change the human personality with the blink of an eye.

"It's just my gut feeling" chirped the grandfather gasping with his head down, as if he had been doing energy-draining activities. "Ten, be careful when you return to Asarania."

The young man was wide-eyed, repeatedly swallowing saliva also carried away, worried. "Ba-good, Teacher."

This was the first time Suluh had found Madiarta's grandfather acting so strangely. Really a less memorable experience by Sabrina. He still could not forget the expression of the terrifying Master Madiarta, really already like a human being who had lost his mind. When Bara and Arumi heard the story directly from Sabrina, they froze in disbelief.

That night, Asarania the arrival of an honored guest along with the festive welcome that was presented. Air balloons with colorful lights beautify the city, residents on the edge cheering enthusiastically especially children. The rest of the adults who knew that the guest was from another kingdom put on a cautious face. Each sidewalk stands Niskala heroes who stand guard, ensuring the event runs conducive.

The widespread rumors that Indrayana is now under the auspices of Ganendra, made the public more vigilant. They were enemies but by King Reswara himself, King Niskala, he still opened the room to discuss and negotiate in order to avoid the realm of bloodshed. Because according to him, differences in views can actually be rectified for reasons of mutual need.

The train-carts began to pass through the earthquake there, next to it complete heroes with above average martial skills. They were all highly trained in all sorts of attacks, both eyes actively glancing to and fro, analyzing the potential for harm. While behind him are ordinary heroes lined up solemnly, in front of itself there is a procession of innovation from Niskala.

The gas-fueled modified vehicle looks stunning. Of course, among the many kinds of automotive, Mr. Arnadi participated in a show with his expertise. He and his men brought a firecracker that will slide automatically when pressing the bell button on the vehicle. It is very effective to attract many people to see because the excitement that is presented is too spectacular.

Nearly an hour into their warm welcome, King Mandala was seen clearly as he exited the train, trailed by several ministers and his bodyguards. Indrayana clothes obey nature there are arid and full of desert, wearing yellow fabrics not too thick but layered and hair coverings wrapped in such a way. The face of King Mandala alone is very different from the local population, the races in Bentala are certainly very varied.

They climbed the stairs to the palace which stole a lot of attention especially from the Indrayana. Modern and luxurious, so the two matching words describe the attraction that is spread. On the threshold of the great door stood King Reswara and other members of the kingdom, waiting for his presence. They greeted with smiles and shook hands, accompanying and guiding King Mandala into the palace.

"How do you feel about coming here, Your Majesty Mandala?" said King Reswara tried as decently as possible.

"It's amazing, Venerable Reswara, that Niskala's innovation in this matter is amazing" exclaimed the man, unable to hide his lips, stunned by the beauty of the vast room.

"It's nice if you enjoy the very short Niskala environment," said Raja Rewana stopped, tidying up the black beskap suit with a golden pattern. "But there's still time, you're here to watch the competition, aren't you?"

"You're right" said the slightly puffed-up man. "And the imperial problem."

King Reswara fell silent, letting King Mandala continue, "The birds' news spread quickly, Your Majesty. We have to clean it up for the sake of the peace that has been established for hundreds of years."

King Reswara's brows frowned then replied, "What kind of way do we clean it up, Your Majesty? Other kingdoms may not just drag on if they find that, Ganendra dares to conquer you."

This time King Mandala was silent. King Reswara drew closer and whispered, "The proposal I have offered you is a solution of peace. We don't have to hurt each other if negotiations don't have any obstacles."

"Was it by dredging one another's natural resources?" There are doubts about the intonation of King Mandala.

"Not only that," said the thin black-haired man who already looked gray. "We will strengthen your arsenal to reclaim the empire. Of course we don't know what Darsana and Arnawama are up to. They're waiting for the right time so they don't get the wrong target."

"At least that way, we can unite even though others are fighting for the throne" continued King Reswara seriously. "They would think twice if Niskala's air fleet colored the ceiling of Indrayana. Isn't that a promising deal?"

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