SHAVETUH MANTU
Inveteracy

The morning has not been long. Dew is still hanging in the leaves. The mountain slopes are still wet and foggy. In the cold morning atmosphere for the urban people, ten relatives of Mbah Mangku and five SAR teams gathered at his house.

Mbah Mangku explains his chronology metaphysically and reality including who is the special person standing in line behind him.

Two propoganda immediately became the agenda of the discussion of volunteers who on average use thick jackets, skullcaps and partial body warmers.

In natural conditions that are visible after rain is muddy and slippery soil along the climbing track. Mental and physical condition that is not ready will be a boomerang for the climber. Nanang spontaneously looked at the two women and their child.

“You don't need to come!” he was in one so.

“I'm definitely coming!” sahut Dalilah. “I want to Drive home, Om. Let Mother be in the post!”

The stubborn tone and demands made Rinjani realize that his physical is not as strong as before, especially mental. The earth is still there.

As the leader and someone who replaced the position of the deceased, Pangarep**it witnessed disappointment on the face of his sister's widow.

“You followed after better condition. We camp at the mangkatoromo post. Closer to the slope.”

“Bawa Pandu home.” That's all Rinjani said before holding Jalu Aji.

Although fate is uncertain, Nanang decided to agree while praying in his arms.

Jalu Aji looked up as he pushed his father's stomach slowly to get away from Rinjani.

“It's been to, Sir! Don't come near budhe! Just look for Pandu!”

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The sky without the sun is getting darker with the arrival of night. The thickness of the forest increasingly looks gripping because the light only comes from a torch and a lamp ledge. The horses moved past the archway leading into the castle. On the backs of the horses were large, tightly sealed baskets.

The horses neighed, slightly tiptoed up as the coachman pulled the bridles and the servants at the terracotta palace of Dewi Laya Bajramaya scattered out.

Next to the rock where Dewi Laya Bajramaya sits cross-legged like a hermit, Pandu watched the male servants quickly take down the large baskets from the horse while bringing them into the large room as quickly as they lowered the baskets.

Goddess Laya Bajramaya turned to her. “Pandu.” call him in a spoiled voice. Dewi Laya Bajramaya has gathered new energy by tempting some of the earth's humans to restore their strength.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya grabbed his hand when Pandu was interested in the activities of the entity in the big room. Pandu's curiosity soared, at first glance whether he could explore various circumstances in other dimensions as material knowledge and metaphysical history?

A little bit of his heart was crazy, he refused outright, openly protested, but there was always a point in every problem, right?

Pandu put away the hand of Dewi Laya Bajramaya carefully.

“Don't hold it anyway, I'm risi.” lamented with a sour face.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya pulled the scarf that she wore every day and draped it around the neck of Pandu before pulling it towards the large room that became a storage area for logistics and war.

Pandu who wants his life to stay safe snorted repeatedly while cursing the behavior of Goddess Laya Bajramaya who treated him as a goat!

Pandu got rid of his shawl hurriedly. “Can it be a little inhuman? How I became a bojo kok impolite!” with senewen.

“Where are Baras and Genta?”

“Oalah Gusti's... Whatever, luweh.” Pandu nagged while pulling out a torch. “I want to meet Ki Pawiro. Take me there!” demand it with a firm voice.

“Wait a minute, swami.” Dewi Laya Bajramaya. Prevent the gaze of Pandu towards the Baras and Genta who call his name next to the big room, in the confinement.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya stood upright, the curves of his body that looked perfect under the torch light made Pandu throw his breath through his mouth.

“You may be judged by the gods or the giants by your beauty.” he boldly said.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya sneered at her cutely. Her lips twitched, looking sweet like the sap of a palm tree. Uh! Very sweet until the tongue Pandu kelu give a response.

“I submit to the gods and cannot be with the giants, I fear. I dare to be like you, Pandu.”

Pandu chuckled, in his evil heart, he was eager for him to burn Dewi Laya Bajramaya with a torch in his hand, but all his kind hearted soul was hard to do.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya grinned. His gaze briefly moved to the torch that illuminated the two of them. Ah, if they are lovers who are drunk with romance, the situation feels romantic. Unfortunately Pandu slalu itches out his annoying habits. Guide backwards, afraid to be evil.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya sighed while fixing the scarf that was slung on her left shoulder for a moment. It was hard to kidnap her heart. So arrogant.

Pandu flicked his finger in front of the face of Dewi Laya Bajramaya. “Hello Goddess... Persambet demit you daydream like that.”

“Ah, husband.” Dewi Laya Bajramaya summons a cethi-maid to carry a torch so that Pandu does not jeopardize her position.

“I take it to confinement, Pawiro really defected from you!”

Pandu obviously did not want to believe it before he actually met Ki Pawiro who had not long been his pride. He walked beside Dewi Laya Bajramaya who clasped both hands in front of the chest. From the large room to the confinement located in the building behind the castle the atmosphere is getting quiet and dark.

“Take out Pawiro, I won't go in there!” said Dewi Laya Bajramaya in front of the lips of the cage that smells stuffy and pitch black.

“Kalo just let me in, you don't have to. You just look for energy there. My family must have come anyway until you need to work hard yesterday.” chirped suddenly. Sounded sluggish.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya immediately took off the scarf and tied Pandu on her body. Pandu was clearly astonished by the Goddess' crazy reaction. Their bodies face off, clinging. The man pulled his head back. His breathing was tight, the Goddess apparently spread her anger by hugging him tightly.

“Not going anywhere. No one will come!” he said with angry anger.

Pandu's hand froze in place, it felt very, very brash Laya Bajramaya's attitude. He doubted the loyalty of Dhanu and his family, he doubted his unyielding attitude in getting something flowing in his family's blood. Dewi Laya Bajramaya does not know her whole family!

Pandu stared at the cethi waiting for him without daring to look at him.

“Call Ki Pawiro. It's order!” said firmly.

Cethi bowed his body as he grabbed the copper key from the guard soldiers who were silent in the mouth of the cage.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya stared at Pandu, slumped in agitation. “I love you, Pandu.”

“Why should it be?” the question is almost like a journalist hunted down by a target.

“That's my resolve, brother!” Goddess Laya Bajramaya had her head on her chest. Pandu's head throbbed dizzy while Ki Pawiro also came to him with a regretful face.

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