RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
THE EPS 72 ZYED UTSMANOV

THE EPS 72 ZYED UTSMANOV

Day changed night. The atmosphere is so peaceful. Just the whir of the wind caressed the leaves of the Acacia. It gave rise to a whispering voice that sounded so soft. Acacia is a rare plant that only exists in the desert. Trees that can be aged up to three years have a high water content.

The roots penetrate deep inside to find moisture inside. Acacia Aneura root is also a port of nitrogen-fixing bacteria 

the atmosphere and thus help deal with the problem of nutrient-poor soils in deserts. The seeds are also so hard that this tree can survive extinction although often experience fires due to the heat of the temperature in the desert.

“What grandpa feel hungry?” ask Pranaja.

The grandfather just smiled, but there was a cry from inside his stomach. Maybe he was hesitant to be frank if he felt very hungry.

“How many days has grandfather been lying on the road?”

“Two days ago, nak.”

Pranaja nodded his head. Then he swiftly climbed up the giant shrub plant. Take some young leaves and flowers that are at the top of the tree. The young leaves of the Acacia bush are quite tasty to eat. The leaves are usually used as food by people who run out of stock in the middle of the desert. Its nutritional content contains twelve percent crude protein.

“Suck this flower cake. Inside it contains a little honey that can restore your energy,” said Pranaja while giving a sprig of flowers.

The grandfather accepted it and sucked the flower. There was liquid honey in his mouth. It flows into his throat and stomach. Slowly returning his power.

It turns out true what Pranaja said, the flower contains a liquid honey that is delicious and very nutritious.

“The combination is very good Naja.Tenagaku has started to recover,” said the grandfather.

“Sure cake, it is desert honey. Of course it tastes better than ordinary forest honey,” pranaja said.

The grandfather was really amazed by his helper angel. Amazing, he said in his heart. Although he was very young, but the young man had enough knowledge about the plants and trees that grew in the desert. That's a very important thing to be able to survive.

“I will make a campfire, let warm and mosquitoes go,” said Pranaja.

The young man took out two pieces of flint and was smashed into each other. A violent clash made the two stones give off tongues of fire. He directed the flame at the branches of acacia bushes he had piled up. Apipun snatched the collision of dried leaves and twigs and immediately lit up like a bonfire.

Then Pranaja leaned the water-filled root near the campfire. The heat from the fire will make the water inside the roots boil. At that time, Pranaja put young leaves of acacia bushes into it. Only about five minutes the leaves are boiled and then removed back in a half-baked state.

“Evening we are ready cake,” said Pranaja.

Presented leaves of the mature acacia bush on a flattened cactus stem. Then sprinkle salt, black pepper powder. He also cooked a few slices of cactus. Then they eat with it. Hm, that's delicious.

“Nak this once leaf flavor. Naja. I have never tasted this delicious food,” praises the grandfather.

Grandpa shook his head.

“Because grandfather is hungry after two days of not eating,” replied Naja with a laugh.

Hahaha, they laughed together. Grandpa seems very happy. Gone was the pain he had suffered during this desert. It turns out that Pranaja is also a very pleasant interlocutor. He likes to be funny with his jokes, but his insight is very broad. The grandfather continued to be amazed by his attitude.

“Thank you once again Pranaja. It was an incredible night. The night that God has brought us together,” said the grandfather.

Pranaja paused for a moment, looked at Grandfather's face, then nodded his head.

“Sama-sama cake. I also want to say thank you. If there is no grandfather here, I will be alone tonight without someone accompanying me.”.

And that night they stayed under the Acacia tree. Almost the whole night Grandpa told me about himself. He was a gold trader from Samarkand, Uzbekistan. His name is Zyed Uthmanov. On his way to Bator, Mongolia, he is betrayed by his own bodyguards. They're running all over his merchandise.

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Zyed Uthmanov's grandfather was a seasonal trader. He often travels to various markets to sell. When the big months arrived, sometimes he lived in the city of Bator Mongol with his family and did not do any activities. Sometimes he invited his family to trade to nearby markets such as the market market ‘Ukaz, Majanna and Dhu’l-Majaz.. The markets are only open when there are big days or holy months that are close to the Easter season until the Christmas season is over .

They usually leave for the markets the night before while carrying a lot of merchandise. Items sold in the form of silk, oil, perfume, incense and high-value rocks, mining products such as gold and diamonds. All of them were packed separately and put into boxes made of acacia wood. Sometimes they also bring produce such as vegetables and fruits, grapes, dates, flowers and figs and olives.

‘Heya! Heya! Heya!’

There was a scream and a galloping of the horse's footsteps. Pranaja stood up swiftly. His sharp ears caught the sound of screaming from a distance. Then activate the protective suit T-Shield 313216 to increase the power of his sense of sight Slowly he walked tiptoe towards the rock crevice on the sand dune.. From there he could observe the surroundings for a distance of two kilometers.

There were some white spots running slowly. Those white dots were flames carried by the group of humans. And Pranaja can ensure that the brave men who cross the desert at night must be the tough and brave men. If not mercenaries they must be a band of robbers!

Pranaja immediately returned to his place. The fire that was still burning. Then he slowly woke up Zyed's grandfather. After that he lifted the body of the grandfather and hidden behind a large stone.

“What's Pranaja?” ask grandpa Zyed.

“There is a group of people heading to where we are kek,” said Pranaja. “I'm afraid they are a band of robbers who want to harm you.”

Grandfather Zyed nodded his head in understanding.His body was getting deeper curled up behind a large rock so it was impossible to be seen from the outside. While Pranaja returned to the rock crevice above the sand dune. The people carrying the torch were getting closer. They stopped and checked the former campfire, and the leftovers. Their cries became more and more clear breaking the darkness of the night in the desert.

“Grandpa! Grandpa Zyed!” yell at one of them. “Are you here?”