RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 137 TREE OF LOVE

EPS 137 TREE OF LOVE

Pranaja activated his T-Shield 313216 armor. It felt like there was a cold air entering his pores, and directly into his veins and all the cells in his body. Gave him a multiplying energy, also with his sense power. With the strength of his eyes he can raise a small object to appear ten times larger.

At a point so far away in the middle of the empty land in Megapolitan City that stretched to the horizon line, Pranaja saw something that was winding in the wind. Like a very small animal that was tossed about by the waves in the middle of the ocean. The wind that blows fast without being blocked by trees makes dust and smoke fly into the air.

Pranaja sharpened his sense of sight. The longer it becomes clear what attracted his attention. Apparently it is a tree that still stands strong, towering in the middle of thousands of hectares of Megapolitan land that has not been touched by development.

“What tree is it? Why is the tree still standing strong, even though the other trees have been cut down?” his inner.

Pranaja got down from his vehicle and stood behind his truck. The tree was becoming more and more visible in his eyes.

“Hah? Is that a water guava tree?” his inner.

His instincts say something happened to the tree.

‘Hm, I have to investigate it,’ he said inwardly.

Just now he was about to step foot, suddenly his sharp ears heard the sound of footsteps approaching towards his truck. With super speed, he immediately went back inside his vehicle. Pretend to sleep behind his seat.

“Hem!” a coughing sound is heard. “Pranja!”

Pranaja woke up. Pretending to squirm while yawning. Then his head came up from behind his seat. He saw a security guard standing next to his vehicle. Hm, apparently the officer who was checking the cargo. There's a name emblem on the uniform she wears, Rokhman.

“Ready! What's wrong sir?”

“You can unload your cargo now. Apparently the natural stone you brought will be directly in pairs today as well.”

“Ready pack!”

“Ah, you look like an army only, Driver yes driver! Just a few times, no need to be! Call me Rokhman”

Pranaja grinning horse.

“Sia..eh, yes mr Rokhman.”

“No wearing sir! I'm still single.”

“Owh!”

“Don't think no woman likes me lo ya?”

“Of course not sir. Moreover you handsome.”

Rokhman smiled knot. His face was a little blushing.

“I was single because I was confused to choose the girls who chased me.” Rohman said while opening the side door, then jumped in and sat next to Pranaja.

“You're the new driver, right? Come on, I'll show you the way!”

Pranaja immediately turned on his vehicle. The smooth sound of the machine made Rokhman amazed.

“Wah, your new car Pranaja?”

“Owns company.”

Rokhman laughing.

“Iya I know. Of course the company. Poor driver like you can afford a sophisticated truck like this.”

Pranaja nodded his head while smiling wryly. Even though his heart is happy. The more people demean it, the better. Then his disguise managed to trick them.

“Eh, where else is this sir?” pranaja asked as he reached the crossroads.

“Turn to the right. We'll unload your cargo at the ten.” coordinate point

Rokhman smiled increasingly harassing.

“You have never worked in a company owned by Subrata sir huh? Pantes, hick base.”

Again Pranaja smiled wryly.

“How wide is the area of this project sir?”

“The land area of Megapolitan City is ten thousand hectares, which is divided into one hundred coordinate points. Meaning that one coordinate point is about one hundred acres.”

“Gosh!” Pranaja put on an astonished face, his mouth open. “Excellent!”

Rokhman is getting proud. It turns out there are still people who are more songful than me, he whispered while glancing at Pranaja. His face was handsome, his appearance was cool but his brain was zero.

“Type coordinate point is the location of Megapolitan City.” headquarters

They began to enter the area that had been built. The skyscrapers began to appear on their right and left. The project cars that had passed him were no longer there. Replacing with luxury cars owned by employees, Megapolitan officials, investors and military vehicles.

“Many soldiers too? For what?”

“They are mercenaries. Professional soldiers from different parts of the world. Educated by Colonel Blade Muller, SAS commander or British special forces.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“Indeed the situation is serious here sir?”

“No. But Mr. Subrata always wants the best for every project. Up to the best mercenaries are brought in with expensive contracts to work here.”

“Since when?”

Rokhman was silent, as if remembering something.

“About three months ago. At first they were brought in to secure the cutting of a sacred tree in the middle of the residential area Megapolitan Clusters.”

“Please Sacred?”

Rokhman nodded his head. His body seemed to tremble and his face looked terrified as he called out the tree.

“Yes. A water guava tree that until now no one has been able to cut it.”

“Owh yes?” this time Pranaja was stunned.

“Propositions..”.

Rokhman stopped talking, Suddenly all the fur of his horse seemed to be all bristling.

“How?” ask Pranaja again.

“Said the tree belonged to a couple who died five years ago. And their bodies were still intact, buried under the tree. Their strength is what makes the tree unsealed, ” said Rokhman.

Pranaja nodded his head. He was sure that the tree Rokhman meant was the water guava tree he had seen. Standing strong, high towering and not falling despite being hit by a gust of wind so fierce. The question is, is there really a pair of lovers who give life force to the tree? Then what power is that? And who are they really?

***

Nights are available without moon and stars. Darkness enveloped the landscape of thousands of hectares of land that had been emptied at the fifty coordinate point of Megapolitan City. A water guava tree stood gallantly piercing the sky.

In the dark of the night, the tree was glowing. And Pranaja could hear his moans. The poem of vengeful anger and a strong determination to fight against destiny that has given injustice to lovers. When they thought happiness had come after long suffering, death separated them.

“No one will be able to fight our love brother. I will fight this destiny. Let the gods know that our love will never end. Our love will be a legend story as endless love,”

Then the voice of the woman began to hum to sing the Asmarandhana song. His voice was so heartbreaking to anyone who heard it. Slowly his voice grew louder and disappeared.

And in front of the tree, Pranaja shed his tears.