RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
THE EPS 139 RENDEZVOUZ

THE EPS 139 RENDEZVOUZ

The dry ground revolted in the harsh wind. Ravishing crows screaming on dead branches. When the moon is as red as blood is drenched in tragedy. Bringing the heart there are pills that are connected non-stop. When the spirits are still searching. In your stern groan of eternal life.

Hearing Pranaja mention the name Santika and Miryam, the spirit of Dadhungawuk immediately turned his body. His eyeballs that came out hung full of blood and pus. Then it floated lightly close to Pranaja.

“Santika is our real leader. He is the parish of Jalatunda while I am his caricature. When he went to visit the school of Wanasepi, then I replaced him as an official lurah. Miryam is her lover. It is the Rose of Jalatunda. Her beauty and beauty are immortal in the minds of men who have seen her. But he only knew one love in his life.” Dadhungawuk did not continue his words.

“You cried Dadhungawuk?” ask Pranaja.

Clear drops of blood flowed slowly from the hole of his eyeball. Pranaja looked at the ghastly ghost with a look of amazement. Hm, even the ghost can be moved to remember the love story of Miryam and Santika. Of course, many people love the two figures in his time.

“Thanks young man.”

“Thanks? For what?”

“The Power of Your God's Eye has perfected the death of my people. Releasing them from the shackles of the nyai nyabadra curse for hundreds of years,”, said Dadhungawuk. “Now I beg you, complete my death as well.”

Pranaja looked at that ghost deeply. For a moment there was no conversation between them. Just the sound of the misfortune of the wind blowing collided. Creating chaos in the heart.

“Of course Dadhungawuk, I will gladly grant your request. But I asked you one more thing. Is it true that Miryam and Santika are still intact?”

Dadhungawuk moved his head down. Making his hanging eyeballs sway in the air.

“They have taken him with the help of a very powerful man.”

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“Do you know him?”

“No. He did not come from my time. But I heard people call him Kyai Badrussalam,” said Dadhungawauk. “Ehm, young man, hurry up you complete my death. I can't wait to regroup with my people.”

Pranaja smiled faintly.

“Good ki Lurah Jalatunda. May you rest in your sleep in the realm of eternity.”

Pranaja closed his eyes again. Concentrating on gathering the power of the God Eye Grace through his two eyes. After that, he opened it.

“Slap!”

A streak of blue light shimmered from both eyes, darting rapidly towards the figure of the spirit of Dadhungawuk. Instantly, the celestial spirit disappeared without a trace.

The night is a mystery. We never know what dangers are threatening in its darkness. Then a speck of light can be a helper, like an oasis in the middle of a barren desert. Providing a solution to a life dying from the stinging heat. And that is the truth of light.

In the darkness of the trees on the rolling hills in the southern part of the Megapolitan region the body of Pranaja floated lightly from one branch to another. From the hills of Grilangan, Mahameru mountain, Salamerta base, to the top of the hills of Kethileng. At some point he stopped, looked at the landscape of the Megapolitan region from a height, then mapped it in several parts according to its characteristics.

“I can already capture the picture of the development plan Megapolitan City,” inner.

The Western part as the only entrance to the Megapolitan region was built as the face of a new civilization of the lives of super-rich people who live in one city. There have been built skyscrapers as new world business centers and financial transaction centers, condominiums, five-star hotels and restaurants, entertainment centers such as discotech, cinemas, and restaurants, the stage is open to art and culture buildings.

In the north is the educational center from Primary School, Secondary School, Vocational School to modern University with curriculum that drives the economic, business and financial sectors. There are also research places equipped with the most advanced equipment from all over the world. There is a ten-storey library building, the Museum of Geology, History as well as a museum of Sosioogi and anthropology.

To the east are educational attractions, hotels and restaurants that surround an artificial lake covering an area of two thousand hectares. This lake is connected with green open space and a row of artificial forests that snaking connect to the Gralangan hill. In the lake and forest, a diverse ecosystem will be created that can accommodate every strange and rare animal from around the world.

In the south is an elite residential area. Made house like a palace with a classic model of the middle ages. Each house covers three hectares, equipped with various sports facilities, swimming pools, private cinemas and private cafes. There is a helipad runway on the roof of the three-story, Later who live there are the tycoons, conglomerates, rulers of the white and black world, sultans from all over the world as well as other highest level business people.

Not to mention the long hills he had just crossed. These hills are deliberately left as natural forests to maintain land use and water resistance that meet the needs of Megapolitan residents. The Tambra River that divides the region will be created by a giant dam to be used as a power plant and water supply that supports trees and parks in every corner of the city.

“Super duper masterpiece Megapolitan. Waw! Waw! Waw! Very classy,” inner cute young man.

After being satisfied to observe Megapolitan from the height of the hill, Pranaja immediately continued his journey through the largest hills among other hills, namely the hill Kethileng. Creeping up the hill the situation is getting darker. Moreover, when he entered the forest that spread out over twenty hectares at its peak, ordinary eyes were unable to penetrate the darkness of the forest.

His sense of sight was sharpened by the power of his T-Shield 313216 armor. Now he could see the state of the forest clearly. His eyeballs spun up and down looking at the towering trees. There are no shrubs. Only the shrub trees propagate on some of its branches. Then his gaze was spread out, observing the surrounding state.

“Aaarggh!”

Suddenly there was a growling sound as his legs began to slowly step into the forest. Pranaja gasped in shock, the voice even heavier and more terrifying than the roar of a male lion. He took two steps back, then prepared himself, just in case there was an attack from this forest-dwelling beast.

“Kriyul! Kress!”

His feet stepped on a pile of leaves and twigs and dried fruits among the great trees. Pranaja picked it up and observed it.

“Eh, is this Kecipir fruit?” his inner.

Then his eyeballs spun around observing the situation around him. Many vines hung between the branches and the branches of large trees. Then he remembered about the legend of the Kecipir forest that he read a few days ago. He said there was a forest that was not overgrown with shrubs, only a thin tree in it.

“Hm, I am sure I have entered the territory of the thin forest at the top of the hill Kethileng, his inner”.

But suddenly the growling sound was heard again.

“Aaaarkkkk!”