RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 130 CANNOT MOVE

EPS 130 CANNOT MOVE

The morning was very bright. The sun shines brightly, spreading warmth on the face of the earth. As bright and warm as the heart of Pranaja who is flowering. Staring at the natural beauty of ayu girls who are still so innocent have not been touched by the technology of any beauty products. She was a wild rose that grew on the edge of the forest. Equip himself with sharp thorns to dispel the beetles that desire to suck their honey.

“Your house is so big and warm Pranaja,” Ana said.

They both walked around the three-story building. Most of the interior of the Pranaja house is made of wood, from stairs, floors and roofs. While the walls are plastered with natural stones and marble in some rooms. There are several gazebos set up in several corners of the room. It feels good to rest.

In the front yard there is a large and quite spacious Gazebo with soft pillows. There is also a gazebo set up on the edge of the pool. Inside was a hanging mattress on top of a large swing that could be used to sleep three people. The swimming pool itself is quite spacious surrounded by tall and shady forest trees. There is also a small Gazebo in the middle of the orchid garden, where fathers often meditate and exercise.

“This house is so comfortable, making me feel at home for a long time here,” continued Ana. “You don't mind right?”

Pranaja shook his head.

“Of course not. But, isn't your father going to look for you?” sahut Pranaja's.

Ana smiled.

“My father has entrusted my safety to his guards. For him it was enough,” he said with a blank look. “My father loves me very much, but his work is above everything else. I rarely meet him.”

Ana's face looked sad. Pranaja just kept quiet. It felt like hugging the girl's body, so that she could feel her sadness. And share their happiness.

“You're lucky to have a father who loves you Ana. Protecting you wholeheartedly, giving you a beautiful and very magnificent home. Even my house there is not a quarter of your house,” entertain Pranaja.

“But my house is deserted Pranaja, unlike your house. There is a warmth that always shields this house. Your mother's hospitality, your father's wisdom, the beautiful interwoven affection I've never met in my life.”

Pranaja fell silent, glancing at Ana's face. His eyes looked as thick as dew. His gaze was thrown far ahead, but so empty. It was as if the void that reaped desolation had always adorned his days.

“I also rarely have friends I can talk to. That is why I prefer to keep wild animals that like to growl and roar with a loud voice. And I turned the back of my house and the forest behind it into a small zoo where my strange animals live.”

Pranaja laughed at Ana's words. He took Ana's hand to enter her house.

“Let's go inside Ana,” said.

They entered the joglo-shaped living room. In the pergitan room, Ana seemed interested to see some large paintings plastered on the walls of the room. Painting some old figures with their respective characters. But one painting only depicts white light and is located at the top.

“Who are they Pranaja?”

“Oh, these are my ancestors. The top one in the form of light is Begawan Wanayasa, and the bottom one is his three sons.”

“How come they are strong people. Seen from the look in his eyes.”

“The oldest is Roro Lawe, the number two Panembahan Somawangi and the last is Eyang Karangkobar. They were the most feared martial world figures of his time. Even Panembahan Somawangi had become one of the mainstay commanders of Kanjeng Sultan Panembahan Senapati Ing Ngalaga, Ruler of Mataram.”

“Somawangi?” Ana frowned, as if remembering something. “As the name of the magical village located not far from the Megapolitan project area managed by my father.”

“I don't know for sure either. People say the hell because the village was never known location, but the population there.”

Pranaja shook his head.

“I don't understand anymore. You mean the Somawangi villagers exist but the village is never known?”

“Say people are so. Hence called the village of occult.”

“Pranja! Ana! Breakfast is ready! Come on you guys enter the dining room, it's been waiting for dad,” exclaimed mom from the kitchen.

Pranaja immediately took the hand of the girl to enter. When I entered the room, I immediately invited them to eat.

He served black sauce over a large bowl. Food that Ana had never seen. His nanny never gave it to him before.

“What is this, Aunt?” asked Ana with a curious face.

Mother smiled, then in a soft voice explained the newly made cuisine.

“It's rawon, Ana. Father's favorite food when Pranaja was a child,” replied the mother with a smile while showing lumps of meat in the bowl.

“Until now I still love Mom. It's just that mothers now rarely cook rawon, often yes fried chicken,” between fathers while laughing.

“Already, already! Come on, let's just start breakfast this morning, surely you guys are hungry from earlier no food has entered your stomach,” said Father.

After leading the prayer, the father first took the rice from his pot. Disusl's mother, Pranaja and Ana. It turns out that mom's rawon cooking is really good. Dad almost ate some of his favorite food. Pranaja until added twice, while Ana looks greedy to finish her food.

“Hm, this hungry what doyan?” sindir Pranaja's.

Ana is embarrassed. His feet reflexively kicked Pranaja's feet.

Duk!

“Aduh!” shouting father. “Who kicked my leg?”

Ana immediately gasped. His face looks red. But Pranaja responded to the situation.

“Eh, sorry dad. I was kicking an ant that bit my leg, hit my father's leg,”.

Dad nodded his head despite feeling strange. Is there an ant in the kick, usually in the inject?

Pranaja and Ana immediately parted to go to the back while carrying their respective dirty dishes. The right hand holds the plate while the left hand closes its mouth tightly. Apparently they were trying hard to hold back the laughter that had been urged to come out.

When they reached the kitchen, they laughed together.

“Hahaha..!”

The father and mother who were still in the dining room only smiled hearing their laughter. Young people today! Laughing both of them was so boisterous.

Suddenly there was a sound of people knocking on the door. Dad immediately got out of the dining room and went to the pendopo room. In front of the room there were four men standing rigidly looking at the house. Wearing a black suit, dark glasses. Their bodies look sturdy, strong and well-trained. Their faces look cold with the expression of criminals who are ready to attack like in action films.

“Waalaikum greetings!” answer me even if they don't say hello. “Please enter!”

The four people just stood upright regardless of father's words.

“We got an order from Pramono's boss to pick up Miss Ana,” said one of his bodyguards.

“Then tell your boss that his daughter is fine,” replied Dad.

The four bodyguards of Pramono were clenching his head. They stand up straight in motion

Not because of discipline, but because suddenly their bodies could not be moved at all.