SATRIO.
CH 71

Pandji immersed himself in an ancient bath that his mother used to wear. The herbs that were put into the warm water slowly restored the depleted Pandji energy.

The young man with a sleepy expression closed his eyes, relaxing his body and mind after a hard day.

The herbal drink provided by Atika near Pandji was drunk in a lazy style. He knew there was a good effect of the Abisatya family compound potion, but in terms of taste ... Pandji doesn't like it at all.

"Can I get some orange juice?" pandji asked not to open his eyes.

Atika who was waiting for Pandji to soak blushed, although not in one room but accompanied Pandji who was bathing while reading a magazine did not mind making his concentration scatter.

Pandji's face must be bored, wet hair messy and chest not covered in cloth is very disturbing Atika's mind.

"Yes ... does Mas Pandji want another one to bring?" Atika stood ready to leave her seat.

"I want to read a book, but I'm lazy to open my eyes. You want to read it to me? If yes...take it on the upper bookshelf, the title is teleportation magic. If you mind just bring me some orange juice!"

Thinking of a huge portal opening up and the process of crossing various forms of demons into his world, Pandji feels compelled to reread his magic book.

Books that review the movement of various elements are not read by Pandji in detail, he only studied some as needed, and as usual.

"Library?" Atika is not sure if she can find the book that Pandji is referring to among the many books in which Pandji likes to confine himself.

"Room," answered Pandji briefly.

Atika stepped foot, went to make a drink for the young man who was immersing himself in the water smelling spices aroma therapy.

Returning to Pandji's place, Atika only brought Pandji's ordered juice. "Mas ... Mother said there were guests waiting from earlier."

Pandji opened one of his eyes, received a glass full of yellow liquid and downed it. "Who? What's looking for me these nights?"

"Last afternoon Mas Aswanta has been here, but because Pandji mas out the same Mika so Mother asked to come after dinner," said Atika politely. His face was not raised at all when talking to Pandji.

"Tik ... You if you talk to someone else but do not look at the floor can not?"

"But .. Mas Pandji is not wearing clothes," replied Atika held her voice so as not to seem strange to be heard.

Pandji comes out of his place to soak after Atika leaves the room, dries up and wears casual clothes to meet her best friend.

Aswanta smiled broadly at Pandji who greeted his grim arrival, "I came to fulfill your invitation, my friend!"

"Invitation? I didn't invite you to dinner here, isn't there food in your house?" tanya Pandji raised his eyebrows.

Aswanta's laughter exploded, "I can't miss your mother Pandji's cooking. Dinner here is too special for me to refuse. You promised me herbs to treat my wounds anyway, right?"

"Hm ... This afternoon Mother has not given a healing potion?" Pandji stared at the skepticism of his best friend, it is impossible that his mother was silent to see the battered condition of Aswanta. "There's something odd .. You look healthy and excited!"

"Of course, I drank it this afternoon. Look at! Swelling in the face and bruising my body is gone .. leaving only a little pain,” replied Aswanta cengengesan.

"So what's your motive other than dinner?" search Pandji with a dangerous expression.

"Hehe .. I was rejected by Prameswari."

"What does this have to do with me?" Pandji picked up a jar filled with jackfruit chips in front of him and chewed it slowly. His eyes glared at Aswanta suspiciously.

Aswanta still also smiled strangely, “I want to ask your father for help!”

“Oh ... So your arrival has some business with my father? Why did Mom say you were looking for me?!”

“I obviously don't dare to talk to your dad, buddy! It must be through his son, my mentality is not strong enough if I have to face myself ..”

Pandji frowning, “Turns just don't convolve!”

"I need compassion to get Prameswari,” Aswanta said with his innocent snort.

“Uhuk ... uhuk ...” Pandji chokes on fruit chips until his eyes water.

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