SATRIO.
CH 17'S

Pandji swung the two swords in his hand, his face shining with joy and gratitude to his father. It turned out that her annoying father had been paying close attention to her wishes all along.

He even melted a pair of medium keris into the sword he had always wanted. The sword that Pandji sometimes drew in his textbooks.

The power of Damar and Asih that fused with Pandji made his entire body cold as if he had a fever, Pandji managed to catch his breath and continued to adapt to the new strength that came from his sword.

BRAK!!!

The frown of Pandji swinging the black sword in his right hand was cutting the wooden table in front of him it was like cutting tofu.

"Dad ..," Pandji chuckled in surprise to find the table split in half and collapsed spilling two cups of completely untouched cereal.

More surprised when Pandji sees his father just grinning funnyly with blaming eyes, "You should replace this table with a new one, Mas!"

Pandji took out his sword box and kept the two swords inside, after which a little cleared up the mess that had accidentally happened in his father's study.

"Buy where's a table like this, Dad? Looks like it's good, it's definitely not cheap."

"Your great-grandfather brought this wooden workspace device from Jepara, this teak wood if not wrong," explained his father casually. "Don't be too stingy! Maybe it's time for a new replacement," continued Pandji's father chuckled.

Pandji grumbled, “This is Damar Jati's fault, he didn't hold back his magic .. whereas Pandji was just messing around."

Suddenly emerged from the empty space of two people in the room, a handsome 30-year-old man and his wife who was very beautiful like the offspring of an angel. They are Damar Jati and Asih Jati, the heirloom spirits of penganten.

Damar Jati nodded politely followed by his wife, they lowered their heads deeply and together greeted Pandji's father, "Sugeng ndalu (good night), Den nice Al .. Mas Pandji."

Pandji's father smiled kindly, "Welcome to join, Damar .. Asih!"

"Dad handed Damar and Asih to you, Mas! As an heirloom spirit who has a promise to his ancestors, let them follow you from now on. 'cause in addition to keeping the promise, they also have a great task to complete!"

Pandji only gawked as his father conveyed that Damar and Asih had waited a very long time to meet the True Master, the ruler of two magic elements like the knights of their previous owners.

“Mas Pandji can't refuse them anymore, because 17 years is the age fulfilled in the agreement to hold this magic heirloom. Damar and Asih will be one with you! Father's duty has been completed to guard this maid's inheritance for you, and today I'm delivering it to you!"

Pandji's father continued the story, “During this time Dad never knew if the heirloom of the bride is a type of magic heirloom, they can remove the physical if they do not want to be found.

The two swords will not manifest themselves if not needed and emerge from void space when you need them, you connect with them through the mind."

Pandji felt bad when he saw Damar and Asih, "Did Damar and Asih know what Pandji thought of them all along, Dad?"

Damar smiled softly, "Of course .. since the acquaintance of 5-year-old Mas Pandji we improved a lot, from appearance to home all completely overhauled. All for the sake of Mas Pandji, however, we are only servants who must obey Mr."

More guilt-ridden because of the current pomp, Pandji sincerely apologized to Damar and Asih. "I barely even recognize you with that shirt and dress, you're so fashionable as a model."

Pandji grinned, not to forget that Damar and Asih also changed their old style clothes with the latest style.

"Now I'm the one who feels like I missed the news and became an old-fashioned!" exclaim Pandji nyengir withstanding shame.

Completely beyond human reason, an heirloom spirit alone wants to look cool while standing by me!

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