SATRIO.
CH 51

Midnight blind in the area not far from the residence of Pandji, lazy wind blows, night animals are reluctant to make a sound.

The star that originally enlivened the sky with a little light was already invisible. Replacing with black clouds paddled, making the sky seem pitch-black.

In the room, Pandji accidentally did not turn on the air conditioner. The windows are wide open with the curtains collected and tucked away on the edge of the glass.

The young man who felt more sultry than usual was undressing and standing by the window, staring outside his house.

After spending the afternoon at Uncle Candi's house, his father returned there an hour ago to put up the stamps and make a protective sigil that Arum and Ayunda would wear.

"Do you feel anything, Damar? Tonight was so quiet." asked Pandji softly without moving a bit from his place.

"The beautiful woman studied the situation, Mas Pandji! The sirep works within a radius of nearly half a kilometer with this house as its center. His troops guard the dimensional gate so that Mas Pandji does not cross until the time of the agreement arrives."

"That's quite astonishing, Damar. It takes a lot of strength to do that!"

“He commanded several commanders who worked in the territory of Yogya, one of whom has died against us! So ... she is indeed not an ordinary beautiful woman," Dimpal explained further.

“Many concentrated auras in the south, is he driving one of his men to ride Biantara?” hiss Pandji stared south of his house.

Damar who appeared behind Pandji also looked in the direction of what his master did. “I think so, the house of Biantara will be a new base because Den nice Candika is trying to rebel and fight back."

"It feels like my hands have been itching to teach Biantara a lesson, it's useless for me to explain the kindness to her a few days ago!"

The red aura was felt from the top floor, Pandji could only complain in his heart as it grew more and more concentrated and hot.

What are you doing in your room, Mika?

Pandji goes out of the room to make coffee and makes sure Mika does not accidentally go out of the house and look for a sensation.

"Where are you going, Mika?" pandji asked who felt the aura of his sister passing behind his back. He continued stirring the coffee without even turning his head towards Mika.

"That's a scene, the important thing is that I still wear pants! It's midnight anyway, downstairs if night is my area of power, why are you coming down?"

Mika glanced at Pandji's back at a glance and glared in the other direction. "Find the wind, can't sleep!"

"Your room has an open balcony, please find another reason if you still want to stay in Yogya!" sarcas Pandji flips the body.

" … " Mika's eyes widened and both of her eyebrows raised.

The smell of coffee emanating from the cup that Pandji brought with his left hand, began to fill the room.

"Wow .. Your performance is amazing, Mika! I like the two daggers on your waist, can I see them?!"

Observing her brother's female-fighter-like appearance made Pandji hold his breath. The leather belt where to hang the two daggers that radiated reddish energy like Mika's aura was adding a sexy power in Pandji's eyes.

Mika frowned, feeling reluctant to see Pandji who was not wearing clothes and messy but actually looked very handsome. His heart was cursing and his face was suddenly hot just because Pandji was smiling faintly. "It's an ordinary dagger, nothing special compared to your twin swords!"

"Hm .. I don't think it's an ordinary thing. It also falls into the heirloom category when viewed from its energy," said Pandji enthusiastically. Her originally faint smile became slightly tilted suspiciously as Mika looked at her in an unusual manner. "What's on my face, Mika?"

"Don't be like that!" Mika threw away her face, resenting her hard and fast heartbeat. Pandji rarely smiled like that at Mika, so when the young man did, it really had a bad effect on her.

"What? All right I'll put on a shirt, wait a minute here .. I want to see that dagger!" point Pandji at Mika's waist as it passes in close range to return to the room.

Mika nods helplessly, wanting to cry as her sense of smell is disturbed by the smell of coffee ..no, the masculine smell of Pandji passing sinlessly in front of her.

Rubbing her eyes that were watching Pandji's back, Mika snorted softly.

I'm 23 and he's 17, it's not impossible. But ….

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