SHAVETUH MANTU
Dewi Laya Bajramaya's
In the post, Dhanu stared at the situation more extreme than she had experienced earlier. Thick fog surrounded the entire mountain as far as the eye could not see the presence of the splendor of the mountain with a height of 3,339 masl.
“Ndu... Pandu.” Dhanu tried to reach her through handy talking repeatedly with a feeling of uneasiness.
Mbah My ma. “Free mas, Pandu has been taken to another nature!” his girlfriend is impatient. The wrinkles on the forehead of the pigtail seem to multiply.
“The child has arrived at the jiwo lali pedestal with his friends from the magical world. The boy is special mas, until you don't know?”
“Means?” Dhanu.
Those firm and half-closed piggy eyes scanned the child's face nicely in front of him while shaking his head. Astonished at the secret that Pandu Mahendra's meeting kept to the person who claimed to be his best friend.
“Your friend still has a descendant of blue blood. He has the privilege of his ancestors. Now she is going to marry a Hapsari, an angel.”
“Go, bidadari?” Dhanu suddenly dizzy the seven circumferences as if one event was pulling into another.
Dhanu said nothing. There seems to be nothing to say as it is difficult to digest the explanation of Mbah Mangku in more detail than before.
“Now you contact his family, they have a spell to open the portal and pick up Pandu.”
Among the confusing choices, Dhanu squatted down while holding her head.
“Can't we pick up Pandu now, Mbah? His father died not long ago. Your mother will suffer even more if you know Pandu married to an angel!”
“That's why you came home, as soon as possible contact his family. Make sure he won't do anything!”
“Based on what facts Mbah can guarantee?” sahut Dhanu half-stiff.
Mbah Mangku was forced to crouch down in front of him. He observed Dhanu with a calm smile. “I know better what you don't know, good light. It's lucky you I brought it down because if you keep riding with Pandu earlier, you will become a tumbal.”
Dhanu. “Become a tumbar?”
“Ya!” My Mbah stood up. “Or you become a substitute for Pandu.”
Dhanu's heart immediately pounded. As much as he could, he denied that fact. Pandu will not do it. Pandu actually once saved him from pellets from his secret admirers.
My ma'am helped him stand up. Concerned. “As long as there's his father's support, he'll be safe. They will be all-out guarding Pandu Mahendra!”
Who else is his father? inwardly Dhanu, weakly he followed Mbah Mangku into the guard post. Dhanu reported the incident she had experienced earlier. Logically, the guard will not conduct a search if Pandu intends to seclude and trace the historic traces there, he said, because there has been seclusion for weeks or even months in petillasan and historic sites scattered in various climbing posts.
Dhanu's heart immediately slipped, he suddenly prevented the witness from making the same conclusion as them by persuading Mbah Mangku to explain what he saw.
“The guide just ordered will be alone for three days!” he said half worried. “Please do a search if on the fourth day he has not gone down the mountain, Sir.” Dhanu clenched his hands together, pleading.
“He is unlikely to marry an angel, Pandu likes Aisyah.”
Mbah Mangku nodded and took Dhanu out of the post.
Dhanu mutinied and stared at the still thick fog.
Mbah Mangku. “You can be patient. It's free to insist, now you come with me to the house. I'm sure you're afraid to go from here by yourself!”
Dhanu was fighting against something within her that confirmed that truth. With gontai he followed Mbah Mangku who used all black clothes with a batik headband to his home.
Drizzle showering Pandu's face like a call to wake up from dreamland. In the darkness that does not fade, Pandu blinked his eyes. His first thought was that he was almost dead. His eyes were twitching, short of breath and his whole body was crumbling.
The second thought was a pair of beautiful eyes from the face of ayu shading her face. Beautiful as an angel and she thought she would go to heaven.
Pandu closed his eyes, his pale lips revealed a relieved smile. “Father's genesis!”
Exasperated, Laras kicked his leg. The child ghost feels like he wants to pour the jug water carried by the noble angel from the shadow of the Hapsara-Hapsari to the face of Pandu.
“You're not dead yet, Ndu. Wake, quick!”
“Mosok is not dead? Already there are angels, you know, mosok only delusion.”
The smile on the ranum lips without the lipstick next to Ki Pawiro was lifted. His soft silk hand stroked Pandu's limp hair.
“I am your angel. Wake up, husband.”
“My husband?” Pandu opened his eyes wide and turned his head, on the grass he was lying. His hands were tied and he was surrounded by his magical companions who were treading the ground.
“I am single from birth, it is impossible to get married immediately!”
The angel touched Pandu's cheek. “You don't reject it.”
“Yes obviously I refused to, I don't know you! Weird.”
Ki Pawiro turned his face towards the wilderness. His stomach tightened with laughter. While Laras and Genta were unexpressed, it was clear they knew where they were now while Pandu did not.
The guide moves his hand which is tied with dry debok fiber. “Ki, let go of my hand, Ki. Ki... why am I tied to?” it was when everyone was silent.
Confused should be a suitable situation for Pandu now, but obviously he did not pay attention to it because he was too shocked by the name of the angel.
Guide closed his eyes. His memory scratches out some events that are still fresh but feel far like a dream. The feeling of anxiety instantly appeared.
“Where are we, Ras?” ask after sitting down.
The barrel immediately hid behind Genta's body. “I don't know. Ask Ki Pawiro only!” rikuh said.
“Ki..” Pandu. “Where are we now?”
Dewi Laya Bajramaya stood up, the elegance immediately seized the attention of Pandu on the situation he liked the least because Ki Pawiro's face was unpleasant.
Beautiful, like my dream girl.
Dewi Laya Bajramaya looked at Pandu with a bitter smile that still looked elegant and beautiful.
“Bring Pandu Mahendra to Puri, my room!”
The four soldiers were carrying Pandu who looked flabbergasted by the instructions.
“Yes Allah Gusti. Mommy. Yanda...” shouted while laboriously rebelling. There was a reluctance to follow his orders, but it was as if there was an impulse from other energies to just obey into the building made of red stones and being filled with fresh flowers and yellow janur.
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