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Part 174 Jogging's

The hero fills his day off for a morning run. He had already memorized the ins and outs of this city. And of course his mission could not be done quickly. First he must recover the memories of Arya and Nayla. And it's not an easy thing, it takes unpredictable time and nobody knows.

He wears a hoddie with knee-length shorts, shoes with a famous brand wrapped around his feet. Running makes up for the thin fog that used to come down early in the morning. Occasionally his mouth let out steam as it opened to exhale. Runtastic running and fitness tracker he turned on since leaving the house earlier. However, he still has to undergo activities like humans in general.

The streets still seemed deserted, there were only a few people who were also running in the morning like him. It rotates along the city's famous sports hall. Because usually in this place gather people who like sports.

Hero stops. Feeling the wind around him. He opened the hoddie, then looked up at the sky. As he checked around, there was a man walking closer towards him. The hero tilted his head, while smiling cynically.

"You're diligent as a human being, Sam, too" he said.

"It's none of your business, Bael! What are you doing here anyway? Is hell too hot, huh?" tanya Wira quipped spicy. To him being good with the devil was not his principle. The demons are unbelievable, they are cunning and misleading. No matter how much he treats you.

Bael is a demon who symbolizes greed, and his existence is a disaster for heaven and man himself.

'Looks like you found your ex-lover and best friend, Sam?"

The hero fell silent, gulped and then smiled cynically. The breeze made the leaves around them move wildly. The situation was too quiet, there were no other living beings other than the two of them. "Then what do you want, you? " asked Wira, opening the palm that had been on her right since. A spirit sword specially made to kill demons, was now in his grasp.

Bael looked at the shiny object, then smiled sinisterly. "You like to fight, don't you?"

"'Oh, of course. Especially if you see them!" He ran towards Bael, brandishing the knife. The bael that was ready, took out a trident from his palm as well. The moment the two weapons met, the sound of his friction made thunder resound in the sky, lightning like lightning was walking over them, as if splitting the sky in two. Two different creatures of nature fight without echoes on earth. Time stopped, all pecking when Samael and Bael were feuding. Of course this is a fierce fight between angels and demons, but it is undeniable that Samael is one of the angels who is strong enough. Even when he fell to earth, he had solved some of the thorny problems of man. Because only he can, and is strong when collaborating with Arya.

Bael's head rolled down by the slash of the spirit sword belonging to Wira. That sword was the only weapon that could be used to kill any demon. All the wounds that happened due to the spirit sword, would not be able to be healed by the demons. Another case if using an ordinary sword, a silver sword and the like. They are able to heal themselves, even a cut body part will easily return in less than 24 hours.

Bael's body fluttered on the ground, Wira came closer and hit his heart hard. He dies. A few seconds later, Bael's head and body burned by itself. No scorched left. It only left a black trace forming its body and head.

Time returned to spin, Wira back to do activities that had been disrupted. Close the hood and leave this place.

Unbeknownst to him, Nayla and Arya are jogging together. They did deliberately do sports on Sunday, of course because of Nayla's compulsion. "Temenin, Yes. I haven't memorized this city, how do I stray? Retno doesn't want to." That's what Nayla said on the phone this morning. At the time Arya was still wrapped in her blanket, and enjoying a holiday that they only felt the day of the week.

"Later out this breakfast, yeah," pinta Nayla.

"...." - ".Without any reaction, Arya kept running small in a shirt with no sleeves and ball pants that she used to wear if playing futsal.

"There's a vegetable lontong here, isn't it? Or a nice gudeg where, huh?" cerocos Nayla with questions that make Arya careless.

"You're free to exercise if you're already hoarding fat!" the young man was careless. He stopped, stretching out his hands in a cooling style after running.

"We're wasting calories, yeah. So dong must be filled. Later lemes, keep fainting how to try?"

A tease landed smoothly on Nayla's forehead. "Where are people who run out fainted just because they do not eat breakfast. At least lemes, sit down to fit again soon!"

"You don't really believe it, yeah. My friend never did that. So it was, yeah ...."

Arya noticed the ground she was poking, her forehead wrinkled, then swept a glance around her. "Wait on! This what?" he asked by looking at the ground he was looking at. Nayla who continued to slap, came down, looked at her legs and finally she glared when she realized below them there was a strange black mark.

"Aryan ... This is exactly, similar ...."

"human body. That's his head," point Arya to a round shape not far from them. The charred black former formed a human body, with legs and hands intact.

"We stepped on a burnt-out human body?" nayla asked with horrified eyes. Meanwhile, Arya looked around, trying to check out the strange things that were near them.

"She's looking for breakfast, yuk!" take Arya and run away. Nayla was still staring at the astonishment under her feet, she who had a high enough curiosity began to connect her with various theories from the books she had read.

"Aryans! Wait!" Nayla started to catch up with the young man who had a hard time running further. "Aryan!" his screams, but not ignored by Arya.

"Big, Yeah. Sit where?" asked Nayla while looking for a place to sit.

"No, sana. Yuk," point Arya to a group of young men who are playing guitar.

"But it ...." Nayla had not finished her sentence, her hand was pulled by Arya and now they walked to the place.

When the two of them were difficult to be near the group of street thugs, Arya looked one by one into their eyes. "Why you?" ask one of them in a high tone.

"Surge. We want to sit down. This place still belongs to that gudeg stall, right? So we're entitled to sit here." Arya's words sounded out loud without any fear on her face. In contrast to Nayla who tried to hide behind Arya's body.

"Find somewhere else! It's ours!" reject again. It was like challenging Arya.

"full. It's just here that's still empty, because you didn't order anything, right? So if you want to hang out, not here, there are still many empty places!" sahut Arya pointed in the other direction where there was a sidewalk of the road with a pile of garbage in the corner. Feeling insulted, they then approached Arya.

"Arya, it's new. We'll find somewhere else" whispered Nayla pulling the tip of Arya's shirt from behind.

"Reverse" whispered Arya, looking back. Nayla immediately stepped aside and looked for a safe place. It felt free that Nayla forbade Arya, and she had to give up.

One by one they started attacking, their fights looked unequal, one against six. But so far only the six people who look overwhelmed. People saw them but refused to break up. Until finally the six of them gave up and ran away.

"Yuk," said Arya turning to Nayla who was still standing in fear. He stretched out his hand so that Nayla would come closer. The girl certainly complied and finally they got a comfortable seat to enjoy their breakfast.

Nayla was a lot of quiet while enjoying her gudeg. Though she is a girl who is chatty and often makes Arya overwhelmed to hear her chatter. Arya certainly stays with her attitude, cold and indifferent. Until the last mouthful, Arya flips the spoon and pushes her plate away.

"Later to noon you have an event?" tanyanya without looking at Nayla who is still busy eating.

The girl glared as she swallowed the rice filled with gravy. "Eum, why?"

"And I asked what kind of show it wasn't."

"Oh, uh, nothing. Most want to read the book yesterday," he said and continued eating.

"May I ask for help?" arya asked while looking at Nayla.

"Please? Eum, what?"

"Lusa, birthday mom. I want to buy you a gift. I don't know what to buy."

Nayla smiled faintly. "Oh, okay. What time?"

"What is 11 hours?"

"Can." This time Nayla ate out her breakfast in 45 spirits.

"Yes, at 11 I picked it up. Don't take too long. I don't like waiting. Especially waiting for a girl to dance," he sneered while glancing at the cynical Nayla.

Nayla pursed her lips and gulped down her warm tea. "Brew!" saith.

It was almost noon, sunlight started to appear from behind the clouds. The cold air of the morning mist began to dissipate. Change the warm atmosphere.

The two of them went back on their way home and were certainly preparing for their date. A date? Ah, for Nayla like that. I don't know for Arya.

Without them noticing, there was a pair of black eyes watching them from earlier. He just hides without showing his form and is very careful in acting.