Not my Man
43
Ananda's personality is like that, understandably still young. If his age is calculated by the Gregorian calendar, Ananda is still 19 years old. The young man has a unstable and pretentious attitude, his true nature is fizzling like to ngandelin people's strength rather than their own abilities.
"No! I can't be a loser. I'm the future king of Sertayosa, so be strong and brave!" he said to encourage himself a little loudly.
With doubt Ananda advanced toward the bushes that continued to sway incessantly. According to him, the bush swayed due to the movement of the animal, although not sure of its safety he continued forward with trembling legs.
"I'm the crown prince" he said softly with eyes that kept glancing.
Ananda excitedly as his two hands half-raised in a still clenched position, his long hair blown in the wind. His strange appearance looked gallant while determined to kill a savage beast.
"I will prove it to humans who often insult me" he said enthusiastically.
Ananda's hand prepared to open the bushes, then suddenly Kanilaras appeared and patted Ananda's shoulder so he gasped.
"What are you doing?"
Soon Ananda turned his head, then the young man breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Kanilaras had returned.
"Auntie knows?" he said, crossing his hands in front of his chest.
With both shoulders raised Kanilaras replied.
"Where do I know."
"Dengerin first! I want to say" said Ananda annoyed.
"Yes, sorry!" The two palms of Kanilaras fused perfectly, "you can't do what I just did?" continue Kanilaras before Ananda continues with her cut off speech.
The shadow of the girl who owned the dragon sword was a powerful man. Tall stature with a fierce face, but reality says otherwise. Let alone the deadly technique of fundamental movements only the young man could not do it even catch a rabbit he could not afford.
"I haven't learned martial arts yet" he replied timidly, looking his fingers intertwined.
King Daneswara's daughter patted her own eel, then she held tightly to Ananda's arm and took the young man to the black house. Canilaras move like a squirrel who has a fairly clever jumping skills. As if having a paper-like body the girl flew through the air, her legs occasionally twined on branches and tree branches.
Kanilaras landed 50 AD from the gate of the black house, he advised Ananda to claim to be Kendrick's guest.
"Do you understand what I just said?" ask her with a hand that keeps moving erratically.
"Hm." Ananda replied with a murmur.
The young man improved the appearance of hair and also typical Javanese court dress, after feeling ready Ananda walked jumawa approaching the gate which was guarded by 4 people of large height.
"Open the gate for me!" he said with a heavy, contrived voice.
Soldier Kendrick looked at the flabby young man cynically then clucked in disbelief at the bravery he displayed.
"Don't mess around here, just go!" throw away the fat-haired man with a hoarse voice.
"I am your master!" The boy patted his chest full of confidence.
Kanilaras was irritated by Ananda's arrogant behavior, he really did not understand why his great-grandfather had descendants like Ananda—s, slengean youth did not have the slightest knowledge of canuragan.
"Hey, kid! If you want to act, don't be here. Hus ... hus!" scorned the other man and three more people laughed out loud as a result of Ananda's ridiculous behavior.
Seeing that there was a commotion, Beril ordered one of the soldiers in charge of guarding the gate to bring Ananda in to face him. As the door opened and Ananda was dragged by the soldier, Kanilaras appeared to snuggle in without turning his head towards Ananda.
"Where did Miss come from?" whispered two men who stood firmly against the door.
"Come," he replied with a pensive shoulder.
The girl seemed to ignore the distant brother, even he went up to the second floor to see the state of Kendrick who finished being treated.
The fingers of the girl continued to tightly grip the dragon pendant she was wearing. Unknowingly Kanilaras stroked Kendrick's cheeks that were sound asleep, a handsome face that smoothly captivated Kanilaras' attention.
"When can I stay by your side, Ken?" Kanilaras' head was raised staring at Kendrick's ceiling.
Although the size of Kendrick's house exceeds the breadth of the football field. However, he chose a minimalist room design dominated by dark gray and black looks classy thanks to indirect lighting placed on the ceiling and the bottom of the bed, which is a very good choice, there are not many decorations in this minimalist room design, except one painting on the wall.
The feel of a very comfortable room makes Kanilaras bewitched to lay his tiny body next to Kendrick.
"Did you hear Ken? I'll leave you, so be happy without me." Glancing at Kendrick's face.
As his eyes closed, Kanilaras saw a small house by the lake. A simple house, but it attracts attention. Although it is simple to look comfortable living there, Samar Kanilaras hears the screams of a small child in the middle of the same music sound when Kendrick disappeared at the hotel last time.
Out of curiosity Kanilaras walked wanting to see who screamed for help, but the more Kanilaras walked as far away as the house was felt. Tired legs and wheezing breath make the movement of Kanilaras slow.
In the heart of Kanilaras cursed himself who was always curious about
other people's business. His curiosity continued to push the girl faster to step closer to the small building near the lake. After a great effort the girl finally arrived, it just so happened that she was standing beside the house.
Slowly Kanilaras peeked at the situation inside there, there seemed to be a little child curled up crying as he pleased. I want him to ask, what is going on so he cries bitterly like this? However, his voice choked as if his neck was being strangled until his throat hurt.
Still trying to make a sound, there were footsteps approaching in the room where the little boy was.
"You're still crying!" the young lady snorted very loudly.
"Sorry Mommy!" the boy complained with tears.
"Shut up!" screeched the young lady wearing the white apron.
Soon the boy stopped his crying, though his body was still jolted with tears.
"Fast eat!" tell the woman while pushing the plate containing the meal with her feet.
"Later sir will come. You have to be nice don't be defiant!" firmly with glaring eyes staring at the tiny face of the boy.
Without a rebuttal the poor boy nodded while devouring the leftover food the young lady who was taking care of him gave him.
A few minutes had passed and finally the master they were talking about came, a sweet smile was always framed on the lips of the man who had a mustache and also a thin beard. From the main door the man called out the name of the boy who had memorized the words of the woman who was always nearby.
"Why not go out?" The heavy sound was heard when the door of the room was wide open.
A forced smile emanated stiffly on the little face of the boy.
"Have you eaten?" ask the man lovingly.
"Here you go" he answered briefly.
"Thank God." Gently stroked his son's head, "have you cried?" he lifted his son's chin.
Shaking rapidly then, involuntarily the clear circle dripped.
"Are you starting to refute Puspa's remarks?" accuse the man without hearing his son's explanation first.
Soon the little boy shook his head, "I didn't do anything!" with sobs.
"Oh, so Puspa tortured you so?" he said with raised eyebrows.
Silence, the boy was silent a thousand languages. Actually, he wanted to tell his father that he was possessed by the woman named Puspa. However, he did not have the courage to uncover his pain during his 5 months of living there.
"Don't make gara—" the man's words hung as his hape rang.
The man automatically moved away from the boy who had been curled up to cover his head. After a few seconds the man came again to pay attention to his son, it was heard that he let out a long sigh.
"Son, remember papa's words!" Kiss his son's head and speak up again.
"Don't be naughty! Be a child who is always honest and keeps doing good" the man said before leaving the small chocolate-painted house.
Fifteen minutes passed after the departure of the man called the great master. Puspa held the whip and entered the room of the boy he had threatened earlier.
"You have exhausted my patience. You son of harom!" great-grandson Puspa with glaring eyes.
With a loud jolt Kanilaras awakens from his conscious mind.
"Ken!" kanilaras exclaimed while tightly hugging the man sitting next to him.