SATRIO.
CH 125S

The casual talk continued while waiting for lunch together. The arrival of unannounced guests in large numbers makes the entire court of the Pandji family troublesome.

You do not stop nagging when giving orders to immediately entertain guests. Family customs that must guarantee the comfort of those who come, proclaimed several times on all residents of the house.

Outside, Pandji's father still accompanies guests who are still enthusiastic about chatting.

"By the way, the first son of the Abisatya family why is he not seen, Denmas Al?" ask the man to look around.

"Maybe he hasn't woken up yet, he's been a little under-rested lately!" answer Pandji's father with a casual attitude.

"Is there a candidate for the first son?"

"Uhuk ... candidate?"

"Well, Pandji is starting to grow up. It is only natural that for example, you have a wife. I have a beautiful granddaughter who is good at cooking, very suitable to be a mother." An elderly man without a doubt offers a friendly bond to be closer to the Abisatya family.

"For me, a martial arts expert and also a noble is used to have a lot of garwa (wife). I also don't mind my daughter being one of them" said the middle-aged man who enlisted as a team of darkness investigators would not lose.

The old man smiled wisely, "It doesn't matter not to be the first, which is important for me my granddaughter is able to serve the Abisatya family and boast of the family!"

"I have several daughters, Den Mas Al might be pleased to choose one to be a companion of Mas Pandji," said one owner of a fierce-looking knight. "If you are interested in more than one .. I am even happy and flattered!"

"Uhuk ... um!" Pandji's father only smiled faintly at a loss for words. Didn't expect that his son who was called the most annoying person had a greater prestige than him.

However, Pandji is still too small to think of a married lot. In addition, Pandji no longer lives in the time when a noble man could have forty concubines. Or maybe Pandji's father just felt .. envious?

After winning the annual tournament, Pandji's name soared among martial arts colleges. Coupled with the news of his fight against the son of the devil, made some of the patriarchs who had daughters busy hunting Pandji to be a son-in-law.

Pandji's swordsmanship and magic skills suddenly become a warm conversation and public consumption. Pandji is like an up-and-coming artist in the world of martial arts.

For those who are old ... who already understand the concept of strength, Pandji is a brilliant future asset for families, princesses and knights seen from seedlings of bebet and weights.

***

Selia's mother goes into Pandji's messy room. Wake his first son who is still sound and wrapped in a thin blanket to cover his bare chest.

Pandji opened his eyes slightly as the room curtain was wide open and the hot sunlight pierced through the window glass that his mother had begun to open.

Pandji yawned wide, "Who's visiting this early, Mother? If Pandji's friends tell him to go home!"

"It's eleven o'clock, Mom! What is morning? Mas Pandji skipped breakfast, and it's lunchtime!" said Pandji's mother while tidying up the pillow.

"Who's the guest Mother?"

"Beautiful girl" replied Pandji's mother, holding back a laugh.

Pandji murmured, "Where are there beautiful girls who dare to visit here?"

"From today it seems like there will be a lot, if you need help selecting .. Mas Pandji can contact yangyut!" Her mother's laughter seemed to be a big trick for Pandji.

Pandji stared at the stagnant back of the woman he loved from birth, “Don't joke, Mother! What's the matter exactly?”

Pandji's mother turned to her adult son and was already as tall as her father at the age of seventeen. “Many want to get to know you because of a scene in our house two days ago!”

"Let's say Pandji is going to Surabaya where oma and will only be home next month, Mother!" Pandji peeked through the courtyard of the house full of vehicles from behind the window.

The head of the young man who was still sleepy was full of thoughts on how to escape from home so as not to bother to mengamah to many parents who were curious about him.

"Ayahanda told me that Mas Pandji was home!"

"What if the mother tells them that Pandji is meditating ..: stay in the bathroom and can't be disturbed?"

Pandji's mother chuckled at her son's ridiculous excuse, "Dear of your modesty, Mas! You carry the name Abisatya .. and do not forget the title that you were given!"

Pandji complained about the manners and ethics he always had to carry around just because of his name and breed. "What a hassle!"

Pandji's mother prepared a dress that the family used to wear in official events, polite and classy to wear Pandji. "Wear this, do not forget the perfume and more importantly remove the face with that unpleasant expression!"

Pandji put on a bored face and raised next to his eyebrows when he entered the bathroom. "Ready!"

If you are lucky enough, Pandji will reason to be not feeling well later when he meets his father's guests.

***