pancason
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"I love you, Nay."

I faintly heard the voice of the Hero very close to my ear.

I opened my eyes slowly.

Where'sisthis? This isn't Zaki's house yesterday. I remember very well. I think I know, this is Wira's room. Was I dreaming?

Chequek...

The door of the room opened, enter Wira with a tray of food, which seemed to me.

"Are you awake, Nay?" Ask while smiling.

"Cock me here?" I was surprised not to respond to his words earlier.

"Where's zaki?" Suddenly I remembered Zaky. Because I'm sure what I'm going through is real.

"He can't hurt you anymore, Nay. You don't worry" he said with the look of a face I somehow described.

"So right? Are you the same as Zaki?" Ask suddenly.

I'm really sick of being a fool who doesn't know anything about the man I've been in love with all this time. I am tired of being lied to constantly.

"No! I'm not the same as Zaki," he said loudly defending himself without any hesitation.

"Then? What did that mean? You can't die? You were stabbed by a sword! I even saw your body hurt. That's what's her name?" I was urged with intimidating questions.

He was silent for a moment, looking at me. There was a look of regret and fear that I caught.

"OK Nay, I'll tell you all the same.

I did learn a science. But it's not the same as Zaki. Ah not the same. Same, just different. I have pancasona."

"Pancason? Seriously? "I feel like I don't believe it.

The hero nodded slowly.

"There is, yes, such a science? Isn't that just in the past? Colonial times?" Askaqua.

I heard and knew the science of pancasona when I was a child, even because often watch colossal films on one of the television stations.

"That science is still there, Nay, not many people have that knowledge right now.

But I'm the same Zaki is different! Zaki does need a collision for his power, but I don't need any of it. I studied this science, by doing tirakat fast that is not for a moment. It takes months or even years. And I never gave any collateral," explained Wira.

"good. You have to be honest from now on" I asked.

"Yes, I'll be honest. About whatever it is."

"When were you born?" Seriously many.

I asked this because I remembered Zaki's story yesterday. Like his Zaki knows a lot about Wira.

Again the hero was silent for a moment. As if the answer he was going to give later was a very heavy thing.

"I was born before you existed. Precisely in 1870," he answered slowly.

"Huh? 1870? Seriously?" My eyes are rounded. Even the veins on my neck all poked under my skin.

"I used to be senopati in a kingdom on the island of Java.

Ajian Pancasona immune science is one of the occult sciences belonging to the black magic that is owned by many champions in Java in the past. They use this dish to make themselves eternal until the end of time. This they do because in the past, where the colonial period and the era of the kingdom was a time of war. In the wars of the ancients certainly did not want to die just at the hands of the enemy, so that the formation of the Rug or Pancasona study, so that they can survive. A wounded body can recover with just this study, even a severed body can be connected again" explained the hero patiently.

"So you can't die?"

"It could be, Nay. I would only die if my body was crossed into the river or by hanging so that my body would not touch the ground. When my body comes into contact with the ground then the body parts will come back together as before" he said.

I'm starting to digest all this. Means I don't have to worry about the Hero. I'm sure he won't hurt me.

"Yes, now you eat first, yes," said Wira then scooping rice and side dishes then bribe me until the food runs out. I was really hungry and the food was delicious. Always delicious.

"But, Ra... Zaki where are you going?" my many. The hero put my empty plate on the nightstand next to me. He seemed to be very careful in answering my questions.

There are so many questions I still want to know the answer to.

"He's dead" he said.

"Huh? you killed him?!"

"Yes. I'm forced. All for your sake. He has been looking for a tumbal several times. I actually knew a long time ago. It's just that I've been quiet all this time. Because he knows about me, though,

I just don't want people to know my secret.

He also offered me to join him, he was really too obsessed to rule the world.

But I refused, because I wasn't interested in it all.

So rather than her existence harming a lot of people, I'll just kill her, along with her parents."

"You're crazy! Why did you kill her parents too?"

"Naila! They're not Zaki's parents! Only his body, but his soul is the devil! The soul of the dead man, will soon return to its creator and the one residing in the body of Zaki's parents was the devil."

"Gosh," I shut my mouth, surprised by the hero's words.

"Udah. Don't think too much. I'm glad you're okay" he said, who suddenly hugged me tightly.

Ihavegotten hug.

"Yes, Nay, I'll take care of you. I-i promise. I won't repeat my mistake again" he said.

"What do you mean? Your mistake first?" I let go of my embrace and looked into her eyes. Awaiting the next incarnation.

While Wira did not dare to look at me.

"Geez, I forgot. No, I'll take you some warm milk. I was ready." He moved and left the room. I will soon be back with a glass of warm white milk

"Drink first. Then take a break, yeah."

I nodded, took a sip of the milk the Hero made and then went back to lying down. The hero kept me company until I fell asleep again.

***

I went to college a little bad. Because my body condition has improved. I plan on going to college later. Since last night I slept in the room of Wira. We slept together without doing anything else. Well just sleep. The hero hugged me until I slept well.

"Nay, you're home first. I have to teach you in the morning, right. Oh yeah, if there's anything you say to Arya," Wira said as we ate breakfast.

"Aryans? Who?"

"Stand, yeah! Aryan!" shouted Wira while looking at the front of the house.

Then came a man, with a flat face. It seems that his age is not much different from mine.

Speaking of age, you are very old, yes. Well, I'm going out with my grandparents if so. Hihihihih.

"This is Arya, she's one of my best friends. You're fine at home. If there is anything tell Arya," explained Wira.

I just smiled at Arya. As a form of greeting, but he did not return my smile at all.

Hm... The ice man.

"Aryans. Take care of Nayla as long as I'm not home" Wira said seriously.

Arya just nodded then returned to the front.

The woman moved and kissed my forehead before leaving.

Maybe I should be able to accept heroes. All about him.

Arya stood in front. Is this not excessive? Isn't Zaki dead? What else is worried about the hero?

Ah, nevermind.

I went back to the Wira's room. It felt like being in his room was the most comfortable thing if the Hero was not by my side.

I sat at his study table. He seems to love reading, because there are so many books in his room. There's even a full shelf. I began to look and wonder what kind of book Wira had. It turns out there are many types. There was even a book that seemed to have been around for a long time. Seen from its already dull cover.

A pancasona? The title next to the cover intrigued me. I took the book that was on the top shelf. When I picked it up, there was a sheet of paper that fell off. It seems to be in this book. A piece of paper is brownish in color and rather thick. The paper looks very old. Maybe he is the same age as this book. Or just as the age of the hero might be.

I flipped over this paper and instantly my eyes were perfectly rounded. There was a sketch of a face that looked very similar to mine.

"It's me? But..."

The woman in this sketch is the same face as me. But his appearance is different. Her makeup looks elegant and her hair is bunned. Clearly this is not me. Then who?

Later, I ask Wira.

While waiting for Wira to come home from college, I read a book called Pancasona. I'm still curious about this. It's written about everything that's related to Pancasona.

I was a little horrified to see one of the explanations in the book.

Pancasona has a terrible effect because the owner of this study will not be able to die, the body is also unacceptable to the earth. People with pancasona studies will turn into jenglot. His body shrunk, shrunk, and kept shrinking, while his hair, teeth, and nails continued to grow.

Did ya?

Chequek...

The door opened, the man who owned the book entered. I spontaneously closed the book and threw a line of smiles on her lips to welcome her home.

"You're going to college this afternoon?" Her question immediately kissed my forehead at a glance. I just nodded as I continued to look at her who immediately walked into her wardrobe.

He turned and looked at me in wonder.

"Why, Nay?" ask the Hero who seems to know my expression change is not as usual. He walked over to me. While the sketch I've been holding since I immediately showed it to him.

"Who is he? Why is it so similar to me? But I'm sure it's not me, is it?!" I showed you the sketch by holding back emotions. I don't know what got into me and somehow I'm this angry.

He looked at her inside.

There was a deep sense of sadness looking at the sketch.

I was still silent, waiting for the Hero to be ready to explain who that woman was.

"If you're not ready for the story, that's okay. I'm..."

"I'll tell you, Nay." He cut off my unfinished sentence.

"Relatedly? You want a story?" My toot.

He nodded slowly.

"The woman is..."

To be continue...