Nurvati
Episode 29: Rejection Triggers Pain.

“It doesn't matter if I become his servant, obviously, I'm ready to defend the 'Savior', the strong” Prince Awarta is not even a little incited to extinguish his hopes.

The thin lips of Princess Kerisia still curl a beautiful smile containing evil, or rather, than the smile of a lover who does not want his beloved to go. Just wanting to have, yet being swayed by his own feelings. A woman who first falls in love, a woman who is first introduced to blind love. Silly, but that is reality.

Princess Kerisia has a height of 1.8 meters, her snake is red purple, thin lips full of lies, a tiny nose, long wavy orange hair that frames sweet on her thin face, her molecular body is covered in a beautiful Princess dress, an arm-dress created from precious stones, a shiny red feel, and two wings of charming white, complete with glowing gymnastics skin.

The beauty of the Princess exceeds that of Nurvati, to the extent that the honorable men in the West admired the beauty of Princess Kerisia, once again, in awe! Not love, especially love.

Errata, the majority of the Elf race never use footwear in their lives, even Princess Kerisia and Nurvati never use footwear.

“It could be that the Savior was male or born not in our time,” offended Princess Kerisia with a gentle tone of voice looking at the Prince's black netra deeply. And the Prince did not want to be owned by another.

“I'm very sure, he will be present in our age, lead the Elf race to glory and then lead another genie race.” Continue to be ambitious and continue to hold the heart of the Prince.

It was a sentence of rejection for the Princess of Kerisia, and rejection was the most capable of making the Princess' soul burn with wrath. But the charade of kindness he did was still performed.

But wait a minute!

A second after that, the father of Prince Awarta spoke, “Pardon me, we came here to refuse the invitation of the master and mistress not to betroth our son ..”

Then he got up from his seat, and suddenly he bowed respectfully in regret, continuing his speech, ”A huge apology, again, apologize.“

The corner of Princess Kerisia's left eyebrow immediately twitched in surprise, pecking at the feeling of a broken heart. Yes, it is undeniable that he was rejected subtly and indeed caused pain. They had angered the Princess, and her wrath was covered by her courtesy.

And in a slow devotional emptiness, at first love presents hope, hope that triggers healing and happiness, until all time embraces reality, and rejection adds to the aesthetics of the truth of love, begin the awareness of the essentials that arise, that is; love is another name of hatred, which creates the power to shape war.

Exactly, such is the picture of the feelings of Princess Kerisia, even she dared to conclude the meaning of 'love' according to herself, a foolish period with love that feels beautiful, because in fact, it is, now it is the path to the reality of suffering.

Satan is right, love for anyone only forms misery, so does love for the Almighty. Aye! Princess Kerisia brazed the conclusion in her soul, because the tip of this post only gave birth to disappointment.

The King and Queen of the South had forms covered with light, their heads shining like the day sun. Except for Princess Kerisia's parents, their essence is dead so there is no more light on them. Indeed, some people to the royal family were confused by the drastic changes, but that's magic, until no one questioned it.

Along with the return of the seated Southern King, Princess Kerisia spoke up, ”If we form a familial bond, wouldn't it be much better?“

Princess Kerisia tried to instigate once again, the article, the Princess' smile was impressed unappreciated; useless. In fact, Prince Awarta dared to reply, ”Family bonds can be woven without having to carry out a wedding promise, Putri.“

Utilizing his family unsuccessfully, utilizing a smile of decency to no avail, the Prince's all melodious voice now triggered tears of heartbreak. And this is what a woman who first falls in love and is rejected bears: the burden of grief.

The Princess's countenance suddenly was flat heartless; void. Her lentic fingers clenched over the thighs. The atmosphere was now immersed in a dense silence in awkwardness. No word just sting happening.

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But wait, apparently there, in the soul of Princess Kerisia, there is a voice calling for the completion of this muktamar. The voice of the Devil.

”Look ... Your hope triggers disappointment, and rejection breeds pain, just kill them, because only death can avoid reality.“

Suddenly, a smile full of evil tactics painted the beautiful face of Princess Kerisia, in the calm she said, ”Alright .. but, let me talk to the King and Queen of the South, and to the Prince, the Prince, wait for me in the garden Butterfly.“

Leaving the Princess with her family with the Prince's family, sitting quietly still faced without obstacles.

Only, time has been taken a lot by silence, thirty seconds after the departure of the Prince, Princess Kerisia is still sting without certainty, triggering questions invaded in the heads of the King and Queen of the South.

”Jadi ... what do you want to say?“ investigating the Queen of the South won't waste time.

There, Princess Kerisia was bowed cross-handed, her heartache having controlled her thoughts towards the intention of vengeance. Demanding accountability for her broken heart.

”Mr Princess ...“

The call of the soft voice of the Queen of the South was completely ignored by Princess Kerisia; still on her head.

”I do not want there to be a war just because the first woman is heartbroken, I also do not want there to be hatred just because of rejection.“

A question-forming sentence managed to make the two old men Prince Awarta mute in astonishment, but the King voiced his confusion. ”We will not fight, instead we are allied in this world war.“

It does not make the Princess happy to hear that stupid sentence. Princess Kerisia suddenly raised her smooth face at the two esteemed people in front of her, it was even accompanied by a calm smile in modesty. Although the chest feels indistinct, and breathing is quite heavy, his elegant attitude does not disappear in an instant.

But suddenly, when silence and tanya synergized, somehow, a second after that, the two old men of Prince Awarta instead held his head full of pain. Their light dimly extinguished like a lamp that lost its life energy. Due to the fact, in silence, the Princess had recited a magic spell in her heart, just a controlling spell, she was trying to insert her 'children' of Satan into the body of Prince Awarta's parents.

Even in that evil act, the Princess' thin lips still smiled quietly and shady, not a single speck she was afraid or guilty. Untolerable of his broken heart. All he knew was his honest feelings, and he purposely set up this priest just to talk with his heart; to learn to know.

Although in fact, it is not easy to discourage the feeling of first love, let alone the impression of 'what is' into a reciprocal inner misery that closes the hope of victory.

”AAAAAAARRGH ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING PRINCESS!“

The whine of agony whistling melted the awkward silence that had now turned into a calamity, a disaster for Prince Awarta's parents. But justice for Princess Kerisia. Love is fair, if the hurt is hurt again, that's the hypothesis of the Princess of the West, Kerisia.

While next to the Princess, his two beloved parents, just peeked at enjoying the magic fighting for justice; vengeance.

”AAAAAAARRRRGGGH ..“

The cry of pain was only rhythmic giving rise to the smile of satisfaction of the Princess. The great power of the King and Queen of the South is useless. Of course useless, in the eyes of the 'Goddess Kerisia' the power of the Elves' light was only the covering of the Elves' soul weakness which to her was worthless.

Time accompanied the pain that both Awarta's parents endured, sitting in a chair clutching her head bearing the pain. Until the arrival of the shadow of the Princess Kerisia 'children' Satan appeared in a terrible shape and blood red, wide mouth closed cheeks, black round eyes and tiptoed towards the parents of Awarta, the, they are less than a meter tall. The number of Satan created from the shadow of Princess Kerisia is 7 children. Their heads are shaped like eggs.

The Four Satsan penetrated into the body of the parents of Awarta, two to the Queen, the other to the King, penetrated from the side, penetrated like worms to the ground, stopping their screams, and they were, grimacing and then silence formed, they —ratu and the king of the country of South— immediately sat stumbling, as if sitting sweet never happened anything. The remaining three of Satan just pranced silly on the floor, chuckling at the sight of his brothers successfully mastering the body of Awarta's parents.

And having glazed over the princess' neutrality, rejection has provoked pain, and pain demands justice, and then the youngest son of the ruler of the West, his aura dimmed as hope was extinguished.

One of the Satanists spontaneously jumped onto the table in front of the Princess. Sitting cross-legged facing the Princess with her head tilted while smiling widely. He looked at Princess Kerisia's flat face innocently which indeed implied a deeply wounded heart. Netra Putri was set ahead in the wishful thinking about her hopes that even dashed.

”Don't cry 'mother',“ said the Satan boy innocently trying to comfort the 'mother'. He didn't want his mother to suffer.

But even though it was only the words that came out from the child of Satan, a peaceful smile turned out to be on the smooth face of the Princess. The smile of satisfaction of one who succeeds in embracing justice in love, smilingly gazing at his son Satan in gratitude. And let both Awarta's parents now be controlled by his Satanic sons.