RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 65 NEW TRADITIONS

EPS 65 NEW TRADITIONS

Different villages different cultures, different countries different traditions.

There was a difference in the treatment of the villagers of Okunumenda once they learned of Pranaja's ability. If previously they had so underestimated the young man, now even adore him. The Village Chief even prepared special bodyguards for him. But the difference is, the bodyguards are not taken from the best young men but from the most beautiful girls. Yes, the ten prettiest girls of Okunumenda, were ordered by the village chief to serve the young man wherever he was.

“This is your new bodyguards Mr. Naja,” said the Village Chief. “Which red shirt Mey, green shirt Yol, yellow Awf, blue Zel, black Gli, purple Ryu, pink Prat, grey Grey, orange Tale, brown Myra.”

Pranaja smile-smile pleasure. His handsome smile came straight out. Adduh, those girls are really pretty. Typical mountain girl. His skin is reddish white, his eyes clear drown and his smile dimples, dalem bang into the hall hallucination of teenagers who again grow flowers like Pranaja. They were scrambling to hug the body of the cute-faced young man. But because Pranaja's body is very high, finally only the bias kiss keteknya covered in protective clothes T-Shield 313216.

“Do you like mister?” asked the Village Chief with a face of concern.

“Thanks, Village Chief,” said. “Of course I like.”

At first Pranaja felt happy-happy just escorted by the beautiful girls. Who doesn't like pretty girls? Moreover, they were told to do it. It means to make coffee, make food, sing and everything else. But for a long time he was disturbed as well. Moreover, they never let Pranaja alone. Unless they're in the bathroom or in the toilet, they're just out there.

“Well, now you guys go home first. I want to rest. Now go,” said Pranaja as he waved his hand, driving them away.

Then the young man broke down his body pretending to be asleep. Instead of obeying Pranaja's words to go home, they even massively massage his body. Of course Pranaja felt uncomfortable. Moreover, they hold all parts of his body from head to toe.

“Hai! What are you la.mpfff!” the sentence is not finished.

His head was buried in a pillow by the hands of Mey who was on her massage. His face was straight to the left, so he could breathe. He was completely rendered helpless. His hands and feet also touched him. Only his mouth kept screaming.

“Woi! Don't hold that part. Sensi knows! Auwhh!” Pranaja screaming. “You're even squeezed! How the hell?”

As he was about to run out of sense, he suddenly found a way to escape from this nest of beautiful thieves. Suddenly his mouth screamed loudly, like a frightened person.

“Kok a lot of cockroaches under your feet!” his yell. “Aarhh!”

Hearing Pranaja's cry, the girls simultaneously looked down. And reflexively they jump and run oddly while in a row. Their concentration was instantly gone. Pranaja used this golden opportunity to escape. His body darted fast and disappeared in the darkness of the forest.

“Sorry! You just got ‘Prank’! Hahaha..,” Pranaja laughed out loud. “Kabuurr!"

The girls, who had just been exposed to a Pranaja-style hoax, immediately tried to chase after him, but of course their speed was no match for Pranaja.

“How about Ox, I can't keep chasing them,” he told Ox, his new best friend who works in the kitchen.

“Say you don't like being escorted to the Village Chief,” Ox replied casually.

“Indeed they would like to obey my words?”

Ox laughed out loud.

“It turns out you can be stupid too huh. You are considered a god by them. Every wish of yours must be obeyed and followed.”

Pranaja nodded his head. That's right Ox said.

“Encer is also your brain,” said Pranaja while patting Ox on the head.

Buk up!

Adduh!

***

Night in Pranaja gathers all the men in the village of Okunumenda, including the Snow Goddess warriors who have realized. From their story, Pranaja tried to pry information about the existence of the Snow Goddess. From them also Pranaja so know, there is a black power that controls the body of the Snow Goddess, which comes from a mustika stick belonging to an old witch named Sarju.

“True sir. The Snow Goddess was just an innocent girl who had the ability of indigo, thus being able to make any object out of the frozen snow and ice. Including the ice palace that is now possessed by the evil witch. But the girl was then exposed to a curse trap set by the witch, so she fell asleep forever. But Sarju, with his black power is able to resurrect his body and abuse the power of the Goddess for his own sake,” said the Snow Goddess' follower at length.

Pranaja nodded his head.

“So who built the palace was the Snow Goddess herself? So why did Sarju kidnap and collect young men and boys there?”

“They will be emblazoned and given combat power as the soldiers of Mr. Naja. Because Sarju wants to establish himself as king in this mountainous area. That's why he needs the Palace as a symbol of power and the army as a support for the power of a kingdom.”

‘Modern times still exist who dream of being king,’ inner.

Pranaja shook his head. It turns out that in this cold high mountain region there is a life of its own, far from the values of the international community.

“Looks like I have to intervene myself to handle this case. I will go to the Snow Palace of the wizard Sarju,” Pranaja said confidently.

“We are ready to follow all the orders of Mr. Pranaja,” said the Village Chief.

“No! Nah! No!" Pranaja shook his head quickly. The face of the village chief was deep. “I need your help to keep this village with all its citizens.”

The Village Chief nodded in understanding.

“Only Snow Goddess warriors are allowed to follow me, because I need you,” Pranaja said later.

After all they were well-trained warriors with powerful strength.

“Ready! My lord,” greet them in unison and thrill.

They're packing up right away. Pranaja chose a white horse that had been healed from his wounds. They both look harmonious, like Prince Diponegoro with his dark horse, Rimang Crow.

“I go first Village chief,” say goodbye to Pranaja to the villagers.

“We will always pray for you, Dewa Naja!” shout them.

Before leaving, the Village Chief took Pranaja's hand.

“Tuan Pranaja. Will you sleep with one of my daughters. Choose one of the ten girls. They are all my daughters, and I would love to have grandchildren from you,” said the Village Chief with a clear face.

Hearing the whisper of the village chief, Pranaja became anxious. He swiftly stood on his horse and looked at all the villagers.

“From today I do not allow a man to mix with a woman, before being tied up in a holy marriage! Understand!”

The residents hesitated. The practice of****free is common in this village, as long as they like it. There are even some couples who want to fulfill their crazy fantasies. Na’ubillaahi Min Dzalik.

“And make this holy wedding a New Tradition!”

“How?”

“Later to teach!”

“Absolutely Mr Pranaja did it?”

Pranaja.

“Cerewet times you. Push up a hundred times!”

Hehehe.