SATRIO.
CH 114S

The cloudless blue sky gradually became reddish, signaling dusk had arrived.

Pandji wipes the sweat that soaks the forehead and enters the mother house. The short training with Mika was only to relax her tense nerves.

The toughest day Pandji ever had just ended an hour ago. His mental burden increases as the grief of the nine lives of former student Uncle Candika who died in his yard.

"You want to take a shower? I will help prepare your needs," asked Mika cared. "Your bandages need to be replaced too!"

Pandji grinned strangely, "Let Atica do it, rest!"

"I wonder ... why would you rather be served by Atika anyway?" mika asked with a mimic did not like. He did not expect his good intentions to be quickly rejected by the young man whose arms started to drip blood again.

Not Pandji prefers to be served by Atika, it has become the duty of young women who happen to work as family courtiers.

"I don't want to be scolded by Mother, she'll rip my ears off if she finds out you're an Atika! Aunt Lucia will also definitely not like if you do the work of courtiers," said Pandji flat.

"You won't understand …!" said Mika held back her annoyance and left Pandji who was staring at her skeptical back.

Women are really difficult to understand, after all just taking a bath just why should the scramble? So which part do I not understand?

Pandji flicked his shoulders no matter, he went to clean himself as necessary without bothering others. Sitting bare-chested while watching Raksa play a playstation stick against Gia.

"Diajeng ... This is why Mas Pandji's bandage hasn't been replaced?" tanya eyang great-grandfather panicked to see the red seepage in his grandson's arm.

"It's okay, Yangyut! Mom's tired, just change it!" said Pandji cuek with his condition.

The wound that had just been stitched back was torn due to his own carelessness, training was not important just to seek calmness.

"Can't, the bandage got wet with water and there's blood too.. can be an infection!" The old woman was intrigued to find Pandji's mother who had just entered the room. "Diajeng, take care of Mas Pandji .. The bandages need to be replaced!"

Pandji's mother smiled shadyly, "Yes, Eyang!"

Pandji is still sitting in the living room and preparing to take over Gia's position playing the game. "Let's go Pandji, Gia! You are no match for Raksa!"

"No games, Mom! Your wounds must be cleaned now," said Pandji's great-grandfather cutting off his grandson's intention to replace Gia.

"If Mas Pandji had gone to bed after the funeral, it would not have been open like this again, Eyang!" Selia's mother responded with a tone of blame for Pandji.

"The stubborn one is your son, Diajeng! Why don't you reprimand him? If the angel is said to be, let the training ground behind it be a flower garden!" sahut eyang with eyes glanced at Pandji.

"Don't, Eyang! Pandji if the night needs exercise, if it is changed into a flower garden it means that you do not love your grandchildren!" said Pandji grinning jokes. "Pandji is sorry! Tomorrow Pandji rests completely at home. What is happy?"

"See it's your body, too many wounds on the body! Make a bad view in your eyes!"

"If you don't wear clothes, you don't look!" bela Pandji laughed at her anger.

"Diajeng .. have you never told Mas Pandji, tomorrow if the wedding was a dodotan? If there are many scars like this, it is not good!"

Selia's mother put on a smile, "Mas Pandji is hurt because there is something he has to finish, Eyang! No problem there's a little scar on the back of his arm!"

"You are insensitive, what is it on the shoulder? If your kangmas has a scar like this, it is impossible that you love to die with him," the debate of the old woman was loud.

The young man who was being replaced by his arm bandage was light, "Pandji wears a suit tomorrow if it's a wedding, international style!"

"Try it if you dare!" threaten eyang great-grandfather Pandji glares. "Mas Pandji should know who we are, wong jowo who should understand ethics, customs, manners, breeds …."

Pandji's mother laughed. The wobble that he had heard so often again repeated itself more sharply and forcefully. "Listen to that, Mom!"

"Yes, Mother!" Pandji yawns listening to a long lecture from two people who somehow so fuss over the bride's costume and how little scratches on her body. "So when is Pandji getting married?" asked the sleepy young man silly.

"Shortly ... How about Sunday we go to Solo, Diajeng?"

"Applying Adiratna?" asked Pandji's mother to hold back a laugh.

"Pandji was just kidding, Mother! Eyang!" sulk Pandji while looking at the bandage covering his upper arm.

Didn't Ratna have a crush because I have a scar? Wasn't what I saw first, was it?

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