SanSekerta (Back Find You)
Caught on!

Dap... Dap... Dap...

A shadow was seen darting between the darkness of the night. The figure was wearing a kebaya suit complete with a small bun that curved over his head.

"A little more.... " Whisper the figure on the sidelines of his breath that began to gasp.

He continued to run as fast as the wind through the cold bushes along the road he was passing. Occasionally he turned his head to check if the masked plotters were still chasing behind him?

"Hey, that's him there!" shouted one of the masked members suddenly from behind.

Seen there was a thin man who pointed towards him in the follow with fifteen other people. They were all abuzz in pursuit with their hands on top, brandishing sharp clurits at him. Without a second thought, he widened his legs and moved away as fast as the wind and disappeared behind the big trees.

"Bad! The woman ran tight too. I'm so bored with this just because I'm after him." The grunts of the leader of the plot were upset that his target had escaped sight.

"You're right! Apparently Kerta never mess around when choosing a wife. I can't wait to catch him right now!"

The two people who had been leading at the front had now started to resume the chase after the others at the back. They also broke through the large trees that had left behind a trace of the female figure they had seen earlier.

Dap... Dap... Dap....! They are still chasing like a flock of hungry lions hunting an agile deer. Both of them do not want to give up to get their own goals.

Running through the darkness of the night is not easy. In addition to the limited distance of view, the female figure they pursue has a very unique running art.

His legs were very agile as he soared high between the rows along his tight knees. The hand movements he chose seemed very weighty to increase his running speed to the maximum.

He ran as fast as the wind as if his body could split the dense foliage around him. His steps looked very light as if the body was now floating, instead of running.

His speed was unmatched by that masked group. The leader of the plot begins to realize that he and his plot are unlikely to succeed. He had no other way but to use the weapons he had, and took the initiative to throw the clurit at his target.

He was looking for the right time and space to launch his attack. As soon as he got that chance, he began to take a swing to prepare to aim for his target without missing.

With a huff he swung the clurit in his hand before ending up stuck on top of the calf of the female figure in front of him. Instantly the body fell to the ground as fresh blood spurted from behind the array he was wearing.

"Haa... Haa... Haa... Nyimas finally gave up too, right?" the laughter of the leader of the plot echoed in the darkness of the night.

"Nyimas has made us all bother with playing chases since. I am very flattered that Kerta has a wife who is very agile and can run as fast as the wind. Absolutely shocking!" continue with a mocking tone.

The person who had been acting as the head of the leader of the plot began to advance closer to his opponent who was already not struggling before him. The person smiled with satisfaction when he saw the blood pouring down from the legs of the still calm figure in front of him.

Slowly the leader approached his quarry followed by all the colonies he brought. He wanted to immediately summarize the female figure in front of him so that he could complete this pursuit as soon as possible.

His hand now began to reach the skinny shoulder of the owner a step as fast as the wind. In his firm grip the shoulder then pulled hard back so that he could see the painful face from it.

But it seems his guess is missing! The figure he had paralyzed was not grimacing in pain or putting on a scared face as he expected. There he saw only the grin of the figure...

"Anapp's.... Appa? This is impossible..."

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Brakk!!! Brakk!!

After all his preparations were complete he now walked closer to the bed where Kerta's body lay. His feet buckled down to squat on the side of the bed while looking down and picking up something. Seen his mouth is commuting to read prayers in the thick and ancient Javanese language.

"Sing bejo sing kuos. Mugo fengeran sent bolo tenogo kang digdoyo. Mugo fengeran paring kamenangan marang sopo wonge kang becik lakune." At the end of the prayer he recited.

*The lucky ones in power. May the Lord send the help of a mighty and mighty energy. May God give victory to the good.

After finishing his short prayer, Sena immediately got up and started to turn off the lights one by one. Instantly he made the atmosphere in the room become gripping because of the darkness.

"Brruuuaakkkkk!"

The loud sound of the crackling of the wooden door managed to knock down the closet that became its holder. The attackers managed to break down the door and barged into the dark room without any illumination.

In the darkness, six masked male figures entered, sneaking around every corner of the room. They were all completely unaware that a pair of eyes had been watching their movements ever since.

The owner of the pair of eyes then sneaked behind the long window curtain dangling. He stood there hiding himself waiting for the right opportunity to take his next step.

A man of the heaviest stature appears to be advancing towards the bed where Kerta is lying. In front of Kerta's body which was just silent, he ruffled his waist while putting a grin on Kerta.

"I don't think it turns out your famous toughness is just this. You could have fallen so badly with just one duel with me, hahahahaha... " Ejek the figure was accompanied by a loud laugh that resonated throughout the room.

The remaining five people also loudly heard the mockery that was thrown for Kerta. They all seemed to agree with the statement they heard of the defeat of the famous martial arts man in all directions.

"Now, all my grudges will be met with the death of you and your wife. I will break the line of descendants of the one who has taken my family! I won't waste any more time and opportunity now. Because tonight, I will.... "

"Babughh!! Bbuhhhhhhh!! Bbugh!!"

The burly figure was instantly riled up as soon as he heard a rowdy sound from behind. The voices were so disturbing that he had to cut off his fiery sentence.

"Bughhh! Bughhh! Bugh!" the noise was back

"Bad! Why are you so noisy back there, heh?!!" he shouted without turning his body in the slightest.

"Why shut up?! Let's answer quickly! Who was the one who made a scene there?"

But there was not a word or answer from the plotters who stood behind him. He only heard his own voice still resonating in the room.

"You're going to die, heh! Let's answer who pela is.... "

And he was surprised to find four of his friends lying on the floor as soon as he turned his body. They were all unconscious except for a friend who was still standing with the tip of a keris in front of his neck.

The friend stood with the figure of a man who curled his body and pointed the tip of the keris on the neck of his friend. The wooden mask that he had been wearing had also come off and revealed a clear scared face.

"Me!!! I'm the one who made all this mess!" grinning Sena while tightly grasping her sharp keris.

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