SHAVETUH MANTU
Love Your Face

Pandu was stunned in front of the open room welcoming his arrival. It is unimaginable that it should be like this at last. A series of events and events that can not be reasoned an hour and two hours make it upset. Empty heart that he had been allowed to fill with family history and friends without a little interested in complaining about feelings with a woman even like this. At first glance he looked withered at this moment.

Pandu knows how difficult it is to humble yourself to Dewi Laya Bajramaya. For Nanang may be easy, he is a master con man, well his tricks can not be imitated because indeed he is the best mature man with a thousand personas. But for him who is anti as a fraud, it is difficult to see Dewi Laya Bajramaya as someone who suddenly comes to him, confessing love.

“Why not log in?” asked Dewi Laya Bajramaya while combing her hair in front of the mirror.

Oh Pandu knows the hair is very smooth and fragrant. Pandu knows how often Laras praises his hair and dreams of having the same hair, Laras envies him because his hair is tangled even though Nyai Dasima has often combed it.

Pandu took a breath, he was actually hesitant to enter the room, wong Nanang flinching not far from him, urging him to assume naturally who Dewi Laya Bajramaya was.

‘Try one step first, then one more step to get close to the Goddess. You must make the Goddess think only of you, Ndu. Thinking about your attention. Make him weak because of you, because at that time, weak also defense because inevitably I conclude the woman is easily deceived by persuasion.’

What I want, what do you want, slalu becomes an unrelenting problem.

Pandu stopped behind the body of Dewi Laya Bajramaya, the angel smilingly greeted him and automatically the door closed.

Nanang smiled amusedly with Genta who had been a listener while sleeping.

“What lessons can Pandu get from this incident, Gen?” ask Nanang.

“Don't imitate you!”

Asem! Nanang stared at the current Genta embodiment while grinning. “Bring me to Pawiro.,. Kusumo refused to interfere if the situation is not very precarious.”

Genta stepped limply towards the pitch-black confinement, both of them leaving Pandu who remained waiting for the daily routine of Dewi Laya Bajramaya combing her hair until satisfied.

Pandu hooked his hands behind his back instead of holding the shoulder of the angel while peeling his crown like his father did to his mother.

“Your hair does not fall out?” ask Pandu.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya actually knew, but he chose not to know with the intention of Pandu.

“I don't want to love you alone, Pandu.”

“Can not not discuss love continue, I eneg. Oath.” protest Pandu in an annoyed tone.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya put her golden comb on the table. He pulled his shawl and put it on the table.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya turned around, staring at Pandu with a glare of sharp clear eyes.

“I kidnapped you because I love you and realized I can't get into your house anymore. Your house is already wearing a protection dome. The ones outside can't get in, the ones inside can't leave unless they're invited like Laras and Genta. Take me home to your house, Pandu. I promise, I don't bother you.”

Protection dome? Have my inner eyes expired until I realized nothing?

Pandu took off his hand while clumsily touching the tip of Dewi Laya Bajramaya's hair and inhaled it.

“Wear what shampoo are you?”

Pandu ends holding the hair of Dewi Laya Bajramaya. Afraid the woman smiled sweetly and approached her.

“Why are angels like the princesses of ancient kingdoms? Many people think that the entity on the wind has a more modern life than the human civilization on earth today. Like saranjana city? Wantira town? Padang 12?” Pandu mentions the occult city that is said to exist in Indonesia.

“Why is this different.”

“Prime.” Dewi Laya Bajramaya touched the chest of her lover with a look of mayu. “Have not wondered further. You were chatty once tonight.”

“Lho piye anyway, you want me to be nice to you but you always think my advantages bother you. No fun!”

Pandu turned around while taking off his mountain jacket that never separated from his body. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his mountain shoes and washed his feet and face in the open bathroom. On a whim Pandu uses a silk shawl belonging to his fake wife to dry his face.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya snorted while Pandu immediately made his bed messy because the boy needed to do the jumping attraction first before the fall. Pandu hugged the bolsters every day only he used as a barrier to his sleep.

Pandu looked at Dewi Laya Bajramaya with his witty smile.

“You know I'm sweet in front of you let you think I'm a good boy, but actually I'm not much different from teenagers in general. I'm naughty, here bobok.”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya counted to the number one hundred to wait for the change from Pandu's request to bob together.

“You're not kidding today, Pandu? Or are you actually tired of sleeping on the mat?”

Pandu stroked the sheets to tidy up the cloth as if Dewi Laya Bajramaya did not want to sleep on a scrapped sheet.

“It's here, but close your chest that looks like it. You are more attractive to your face than your chest!” shave without thinking long.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya stared at her breasts that peeked out of her return but did not look fun. Then touch his face.

“Right back doesn't like my chest?”

Pandu covered his face. Embarrassed.

“I like it, but tomorrow I'll see. Sometimes if you want. Now sleep! I want to work hard tomorrow.”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya climbed onto her bed, she pulled a pillow that covered Pandu's face.

“Let's see my face, Pandu. You said my face was attractive.” persuaded the Goddess.

Pandu closed his eyes for a moment before staring at the spotless beautiful face in front of him. Pandu smiled clumsyly at how beautiful the angel was if he just kept quiet.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya smiled, her hands outstretched, touched Pandu's cheeks and then pinched her with anxiety.

“I love you, I am a gift to you for your kindness!”

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