SHAVETUH MANTU
Heresy

“Hold his hand can, Ndu. Maybe once, it's okay if only coupled with.” Nanang's advice with a facial expression that he tries to maximize looks ordinary. Though in there he really wanted to laugh to see the panic of Pandu's face after last night sleeping with his wife he realized.

“Keep if the joint with the toktil it does not make why-why anyway? Doesn't he keep thinking of asking for macems? I was horrified to sleep with him. Bad, really ayu. His breath was smooth, not slitting, his lips were looking. Very different with mother when sleeping. Drool. ” Pandu is amazed but with a wry face.

“Apes is really. I slept with a brash girl. Come on, change positions. Dewi Laya Bajramaya must be more fun in the duda puja-puji. Pinter seduced again. Moreover, he seems to be proactive in love affairs.”

Hii... Nanang grimaced in his heart as he looked at the morning routine outside the residence of Dewi Laya Bajramaya from the top of the branch of the maja tree that lived luxuriously in the terracotta palace environment. Like his usual daily routine on earth, Nanang admits it feels like he returned to a state in his childhood. Dokar is still a lot of milling around, the golden carriage alternately passed by with the sound of horses neighing. Ah Nanang could smile happily for a moment before shaking his head.

“My father was your mother. Not a Goddess, she was chosen for you.”

“But I don't want to, I want to go home!” Pandu pulled the maja fruit not far from his reach while throwing it towards Genta who sat on the red brick fence. They cannot escape, bored also in the house that all activities are supervised by the warrior Goddess.

Genta bent his face. The maja fruit hit his shoulder blade as it rolled to the ground outside the fence and hit the foot of a flat-faced woman who was now staring at Genta with a curious expression.

Genta smiled slightly then turned his face away. Face blushing.

Nanang grimaced with the behavior of the ghost who every day seduced to be given a cigarette and bitter black coffee in his home.

“Enak here, Gen. You can be like any other entity. Can blend without scaring people.”

Genta squinted his eyes while being silent for a moment. Understand Nanang's intentions.

“I just play anyway, later also come home, but take care of the Goddess first, Ndu. He never gave up until willingly waiting for you to play in the tree.”

Pandu circled his gaze under the tree, near the fountain pond. Dewi Laya Bajramaya and her ladies were chatting with a crisp laugh that accompanied their conversation.

Pandu turned his face when the eyes of Dewi Laya Bajramaya hit him.

“I was actually wondering if he really wanted me or was there a covert mission? Surely I know om, if only chakra he can suck it directly. I understand that, he grudges what is the same Yanda, used to be rejected.”

“You go down, ask directly to the Goddess! He's the answer to all your confusion.” concluded Nanang.

Pandu looked at Nanang, his face cloudy, but he did not dare to refute his request.

With caution Pandu down the tree maja, under him already welcomed his guards. The spy Dewi Laya Bajramaya whose job is only silent but observes it seriously.

Pandu straightened his body, trying to assert his authority by imitating his father's style while walking. No matter what mosquitoes pass by or flying elephants though, look straight at something she's headed for. But Pandu could not be that cool, he gave a faint smile when all the ladies surrounding Dewi Laya Bajramaya stepped aside, giving way for her.

The guide extended his hand. Dewi Laya Bajramaya who sat with her legs bent to the side frowned.

“What do you mean, sisang?” she asked with a smile on the corner of her lips.

“Wake up, where to go. I want to look around your world wondering.”

“Wonderswhat?” Dewi Laya Bajramaya touched Pandu's hand with the right calculation, soft and careful.

Pandu looked at his official hand holding his unconscious hand. A delicate hand that would never be able to hurt someone's heart let alone kill him. A hand with a springy and clean fingers of an entity that he sometimes wants to assume does not exist on this earth.

Pandu sighed, consider it the same as Mbak Lilah. Low pleasure's. And more to support it.

Goddess Laya Bajramaya let her shawl get carried away by the wind. Pandu looked at the ladies vying to make sure his master's shawl did not fall to the ground. Festive. The ladies laughed after getting it.

“Goddess Leaya confusion. Cannot refuse Pandu.” kakang seloroh one of the ladies.

Pandu then diverts his attention. The face of Dewi Laya Bajramaya is more beautiful with blushing cheeks.

“Don't think of the no-no. Justjust please. It's just a hand in hand, Dewi.”

“You have progress. I'm happy.”

“You really don't feel like I changed what?”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya stopped her steps. They were heading for a chariot with four horses that would pull him in the courtyard.

“I can tease you with cunning, Pandu. But I prefer you to go forward.”

“Not that the answer!” Scout hissing, his hands sweating, wanting to take it off. But suddenly Dewi Laya Bajramaya refused to accept his request.

“I'm smarter than you, Nanang is also not as good as me.” he said gently even though the tone of the jumawa felt thick.

“I'm just doing my job, Pandu. I want you to know that. Accept me as your gift or you've gone through many deadly challenges!” Dewi Laya Bajramaya approaching. His clear eyes dive into the look of Pandu's eyes.

“I am ashamed of the Gods, Pandu. A Dewi Laya Bajramaya is rejected by a raw boy like you. Shame me. My beauty is useless and my magic is getting more flawed because of you!”

Scouts rolled his eyes. Everywhere girls are right! In the house of Sister Lilah and mother, now this Goddess. Is that guy the place to go wrong? Like Yanda?

Pandu tried not to mind when Dewi Laya Bajramaya landed her head on her chest.

Nanang and Genta grinned on the tree as if Pandu's affection was the same as Monday's joke.

Pandu sighed. Rigid body. “Makanya let's take a walk stories, don't make me like the other prisoners of romance of the world. Try not to upset me about this, Goddess. He made it so cool that he could.”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya parsed her hands from Pandu's waist.

“I'd love to do it, Pandu. But if you fall in love with me how? You want to take me to earth? You want to make love to me?”

“Nothing asking for it, why do you not understand the heck I do not like flirtatious girls. I like it like Aisyah, selling expensive. Cuek-cuek gemesin but attention!”

“It is, Ayesha again, Ayesha again. Pandu make heartache.” Dewi Laya Bajramaya drove by with a veiled face.

The door of the carriage opened, when he was sitting sweetly in it, Dewi Laya Bajramaya pulled Pandu with his energy so that the young man did not have time to ask for help let alone use his legs as a brake.

The carriage moves without a coachman controlling it. All of Dewi Laya Bajramaya's set includes how far Pandu sits beside her. One jengkal. Marahans.

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