RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 132 RETURNS TO SOMAWANGI

EPS 132 RETURNS TO SOMAWANGI

Pranaja and Anastassya were still looking at each other in front of his guards who stood sculpting. They could only shout inwardly calling out the names of the two lovebirds who were dissolving in their respective feelings. It was as if they had no regard for their existence there.

“Hem!” suddenly there was the sound of father coughing from the inner room.

Pranaja and Anastassya instantly awakened. With a blushing face they turned their faces towards the entrance, but there was no one there. Dad must have seen when he was looking at Ana, Inner Pranaja. Ana just shook her head. Strange family, her inner.

“Eh..mm then how do I get my guards to move again Pranaja?”

“Just have your men apologize, I'm definitely sorry.”

“How to? Their mouths are locked.”

“Sorry in your heart. Dad heard it kok.”

Ana looked at Pranaja's face full of disbelief. But he then stepped over to his guards and asked them to apologize to Pranaja's father even in their hearts. The order was immediately executed. They apologized inwardly, before long their bodies could instantly move back.

“Huhu..” the sound of their cries that have been held back since suddenly came out simultaneously.

Pranaja and Ana chuckle at the sight of the violent and cruel humans. Like any other child, their bodies slumped to the floor and burst into tears. Ana immediately rebukes them.

“Hai has been silent sir Firman, Doyo, Opi, Kebo! Aren't you ashamed to cry so hard? Rich little boy!”

“Hah?”

Hearing Ana's snapping, they instantly fell silent and looked at each other. Slowly they realized that their bodies could move again. Their faces were embarrassed. They stood straight up again in front of Ana and Pranaja.

“Mean it if the guest is polite, use karmic procedures! This is my friend's house, why are you guys acting so hot-ass? Made into a statue even crying! Now you're the ones who are embarrassed, right?” Ana ngedumel at length gripped them. “Awas yes! I'll complain to dad, let you guys be punished!”

Hearing the threat of his young master, their faces immediately paled. Let alone humans, demons are afraid to see Pramono angry.

“Already Ana, don't you share your anger. Without you to punish they also have received punishment from father, right?” pranaja said while holding Ana's hand.

Ana snorted in annoyance.

“Huh! Thankfully there is Pranaja! Alright, this time I will spare you!” skink.

Pranaja invited the girl back into the house to meet Pranaja's father and mother, all parting because she had been waiting for her father, Pramono, at home.

“Om, I'm sorry and my father's bodyguards are ya?” said Ana.

Again Ana was embarrassed.

“Eh, yes Father.”

He also said goodbye to my mother. The beautiful woman hugged Ana's body tightly. Then she whispered in Ana's ear.

“Thank you Ana, you made my son flower. This time, Pranaja brought his girlfriend home. Usually he is most afraid of women.”

Pranaja's face immediately flushed with embarrassment.

“Ah, mother of time dismantling her own son's disgrace,” he said.

Mother and Ana instead chuckled at the red face of Pranaja which resembled a boiled shrimp.

“Thanks Mom. Ana will definitely stop by here often, if there is an event in Jakarta.”

Mother hugged the girl's body again for a long time, like hugging her own daughter's body. There was water in both corners of his eyes.

“Mom must have missed Keysa again. The daughter of that beautiful mother,” Goda Pranaja.

This time the mother seemed embarrassed. Hugging Ana makes her feel longed for her eldest daughter who became a plastic surgeon in Korea. After a while she finally let go of her embrace, and let go of Ana.

***

Finally alone again. Spending his time off by wading through cyberspace and the real world, Pranaja took the time to meet his ancestors in the dukuh Somawangi. Apparently he had felt longing for all relatives of the Somawangi breed, especially to Panembahan Mbah Iro. This time he came with his father.

The magical village that can only be visited by descendants of Begawan Wanayasa, is still as it used to be when he first came. Passing the path that stretches straight and ends in a mound of land resembling a small hill. Strangely the path and the hill were like being inside a giant water bubble. Maybe this bubble is what is meant by an occult sheath that closes the dukuh Somawangi from the sight of the human eye.

Pranaja and his father then penetrated the magical veil. His foot went into the air bubble. Suddenly the landscape in front of him suddenly seemed to spin rapidly and then stop. Presented a completely different new scene from the moment he entered.

In front of him now lies a wide and well-maintained road. Not yet paved but composed of hard stone formed like bricks, then neatly arranged along the way, with a wide enough surface. It almost resembles asphalt, but is much stronger. On the right-hand side is given a wooden fence that is given a white color, and planted with Waluh trees. The yellow flowers look beautiful decorate the main street in this dukuh Somawangi.

The dukuh Somawangi is so neat and orderly. After passing through rice fields and plantations, they also entered the village. Rows of wooden houses neatly arranged with the same design and direction, such as the letter L. All the houses are facing the main road. The houses had only two doors that were not parallel. One front room entrance, and one back room exit. There are no two doors that are opposite or straight.

The roof is not from the jerky or zinc, but from the grass, reeds and nipah leaves. With the condition of the forest and trees are maintained, water flows into every house. Fill the fish ponds in the back, and wash hands and wash in front of the house. The water looks clear and healthy, so children feel safe bathing in it.

Somawangi residents who already know the plan of his arrival have gathered on the side of the road. They welcomed the arrival of their future leader, the descendants of the Chosen Somawangi Tribe, Rich Pranaja. As soon as they entered the village they immediately greeted him with a friendly smile. No cheers or big celebrations. A simple greeting but full of brotherhood.

“Welcome back my brothers,” greet them.

One by one they greeted and embraced the bodies of father and Pranaja.

“Thank you for your welcome,” said Father full of taste haru.

The main road they passed stopped on a huge banyan tree. It was so big that it wanted to be like a small hill. And behind the giant tree, stands a very large and very large Javanese traditional house.

That is the home of Padukuhan leader Somawangi Panembahan Mbah Iro.