SATRIO.
CH 95'S

Pandji walked quickly towards his waiting oma at the airport's arrival terminal, several times almost bumping into people in a hurry and careless manner.

"Sorry .. sorry," said Pandji, taking a small bag belonging to a young mother who was accidentally grabbed by his arm.

"Alon-alon after all Mas, no demon chasing too!" grumbled the mother.

With a short nod and put on a sorry face, Pandji again stepped wider to pick up his family who had just come from Surabaya.

Oma Pandji is seen looking to the right and to the left looking for people who are informed will pick up their arrival, namely the first grandchild, Pandji.

WHOOS!!!

Pandji staggered, no wind blew and nothing hit him as he walked towards the oma, but he was pushed away by the enormous energy that flashed right next to him.

Pandji's eyes circled around, watching the many people passing by where he stood.

The dark mana that Pandji once felt ran thinly through the air, a sign that the owner was hiding with his ability. But the inevitable clash of energies just now could not fool Pandji's inner eye.

Pandji recalled anyone who passed him from the arrival terminal some time ago when he was swept away by his energy.

Feeling something odd behind him, Pandji turned around and observed the figure who had already walked some distance. One female figure covering her face with a veil stared at Pandji at a glance and back passed without looking at Pandji again.

Pandji was worried, between going after the woman he suspected during the tournament or going to the oma who had waved at him.

That woman ... if I'm not mistaken she's uncle Candika's friend, is she also new to Yogya?

With complicated thoughts, Pandji ignored the female figure with a dark aura that drifted away quickly. He chose to walk casually towards his oma and opa.

"Pandji was a little late, sorry to have Oma waiting," said Pandji as he confronted his father's parents. Pandji kissed the hands of the two and laughed happily as he lowered his cheeks. "Pandji kangen Oma."

"Mas Pandji is healthy? Oma also misses once."

Pandji replied with a low murmur, "Lack of sleep, Oma."

They chatted lightly about the family and Pandji's daily activities during the trip home. "Is the incident at Mas Pandji's school still repeated? Are there still often friends who are possessed?"

"No more, Oma! There's a protective dome that secures the school. Ohya Oma ... earlier this time at the airport," Pandji did not immediately continue his remarks, he did not see any special features attached to the woman he suspected of being the dark energy carrier that hit him.

Pandji is difficult to describe the physical characteristics of women who will be asked about their omanya.

"Yes .. I don't know where it came from, but Pandji felt it on the last day of the tournament, the veiled woman who was with one of the owners of the magic court Hargo Baratan her aura was very similar to the one at the airport earlier."

“If Oma did not mistakenly recognize, the woman was on a plane with Oma. His energy was extremely unusual, as was not generally the energy that came from this world!" lang Oma Pandji's.

"That means he left Surabaya too?" Pandji frowned, his eyes narrowing as he panned the jammed street in front of him.

"Oma think yes, because in the waiting room before the departure .. Oma already felt the awkwardness of her aura, it's just that the woman tried to cover it up!"

"Pandji is curious, Oma!"

"Oma saw his strange gurgle before leaving, occasionally he deliberately looked towards Oma .. but if he looked back, he would look down or throw his face."

"Are there any warm rumors about the devil in East Java, Oma? If the woman comes from there, it's not impossible …." Pandji hung up his sentence and waited for oma's answer.

"Oma had never heard of anything as strange as what happened in Yogya, perhaps hidden so as not to be read from where the direction of the balak that was hitting this city," Oma replied with a heavy breath.

Oma's memory returns when she was young, when she had to fight with black magic psychics who incidentally are not other people, but people who still have a sibling relationship.

"Is there a problem that's bothering the mind, Oma?" Pandji glanced at Oma whose look suddenly turned sad.

"Oma is reminiscing about the past" Opa replied with a faint smile.

"Yes .. somehow Oma remembered something that should have been forgotten. Pakde Oma also had a slightly similar aura to the veiled woman at the airport earlier."

"That's not exactly the same, honey! You just get carried away .. Maybe this has nothing to do with the past" concluded Opa Pandji easing tensions that began to disturb his wife's mood.

"Pakde Karman is dead, for decades no generation has followed in the footsteps of his black magic!" connect Opa kalem.

Oma nodded in objection, "One two people always has a nature of envy, spite and resentment that is far stored in the depths of her heart. If it is possible that the woman has something to do with Pakde Oma, it means that there is a past grudge that triggers the emergence of problems that occur now. But, I hope this isn't part of that dark time!"

Opa Pandji rubbed his wife's shoulder, "If it really comes from there, it's not your personal responsibility to solve the problem."

“Ya .. but what I've done in the past could have been an early stage of grudges and havoc in the next few generations" Oma argued flatly.

"No one knows what the future will be like, you just do your best on that day" said Opa Pandji calmly.

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