SHAVETUH MANTU
Runyams

The guide looks out, two-meter-high red bricks encircling the residence of Dewi Laya Bajramaya far from the tight guard of the guard soldiers in the entrance and entrance of the front gate.

Pandu grabbed the poisonous spear on the floor while nodding to his best friend. They rushed out of the room of the Goddess with the feeling of alertness and skill of a reliable runner.

They ran down the stone in a similar arrangement of paths towards the gate.

Two guard soldiers were jolted by the attack carried out Pandu suddenly with his spear.

Genta lowers Laras while helping Pandu who is not good at fighting.

The barrel itself immediately tried to reach the key of the gate hanging on the wall by jumping as high as possible.

“Ready!” laras screams after falling to the ground and rolling over, standing up.

Genta grabbed the spear held by Pandu while showering him into the stomach of the guard. Screeches of pain in the air. The wounds and arsenic poison that spread throughout the soldier's body brought him to his knees, the look of his eyes disappearing before falling. Die.

“Out!” Genta shouted to Pandu because he was still handling one big soldier.

Pandu grabbed Laras into his carriage before exiting the gate. Located ten meters away from the gate, the two of them bounced as if there was a transparent glass wrapping around the palace of Dewi Laya Bajramaya. Not seen, but there is.

Pandu snorted, he uttered a mantra while trying to synergize with God in the midst of the chaos of the heartbeat and the pursuit of the soldiers ordered by Dewi Laya Bajramaya when a silent bang echoed in his mind..

Scouts again trying to make up for the energy wall, he bounced back. He did it again by calling his mother and father's name until his shoulder hurt but he fell back. Body vibrates.

There is not enough strength, Pandu thought as his breathing began to recede and the guard soldier pointed a spear at him. Scout turned his face towards Genta as Laras shouted.

Warrior Dewi Laya Bajramaya holds Genta's shoulder with the Goddess Laya Bajramaya standing behind him. His face was seriously staring at Pandu. A little frown when Pandu turned his face as if reluctant to watch it.

“Ki Pawiro where?” ask Pandu.

“Circle!” The barrel helps the Pandu stand. Miraculously, he felt like he was back to being human, unable to pierce solid objects anymore but able to touch, eat and mirror with the felt effect. Not empty.

“I want to see him, but that demon angel looks like it's going to be troublesome now, Ras!” tukas Pandu's.

Laras took the stone and threw it towards the approaching Goddess Laya Bajramaya.

The stone was bounced without having touched the skin of Dewi Laya Bajramaya.

Laras threw the stone again and hid behind Pandu. “I want to see the real figure, Ndu.” whispered.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya who carries a tray containing cobek and ulekan and cherry plants from the garden gathered in front of Pandu. He took a breath.

“You broke my heart trying to escape from here, Pandu.” Dewi Laya Bajramaya has a sad face while touching her chest.

Scouts roll their eyes. Cue.

“Go!” cut off Goddess Laya Bajramaya upset. “I can act more evil than this. That your friend Genta I can destroy now!” Dewi Laya Bajramaya looked at Pandu's face with regret.

Pandu shook his head. “You are beautiful, teaser, but I do not like your evil way.” the criticism straightforwardly.

“Then from that be nice to me, Pandu!” tugut Dewi Laya Bajramaya.

Something inside Pandu twisted. Playing with creatures seems to have to be clever and smart and firm, yes-yes, no-no, should not hesitate. And as long as there is no help coming, Pandu does not want his friends to perish let alone himself even though he has to obey the angel of the temple.

“You have just treated my wound and released my friend. I was wrong to try to escape. Forgive me.”

“You understand finally.” Dewi Laya Bajramaya smiled and pounded the wound healing plant. With a jubilation he smeared Pandu's wounds with juicy green leaves.

Pandu sighed, his eyes were spinning, he was not as sure as it was directly succumbing to Dewi Laya Bajramaya. He only wanted to play back at her with attention and compassion before trapping her. But is it that easy?

Pandu gulped. That pain is going everywhere. “Enough!”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya stopped a leaf swab at Pandu's ankle and poured the water jug into a clay glass.

“Minum.” The voice of the Goddess was soft, urgent. “The lines on your face look wrinkled. It can help you recover—”

“Continue trying to escape again from here.” timpal Laras.

A glimpse of surprise across the face of Dewi Laya Bajramaya. “Then there is no need to drink!” Throwed it.

Dewi Laya Bajramaya thought Pandu would nag and scold her. But the young man simply said, “Take me to the room only and you can provide service from your house to the man you consider your husband unilaterally!”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya chuckled. He crossed both arms in front of his chest.

“Is there any other reason you don't want to go and reject me?”

“You know why!” Pandu.

The eyes of the angel were bright and sad. Silent. Then the shadows were noisy. The wind came, Dewi Laya Bajramaya moved. With unexpected strength he dragged Pandu's body into his room.

The doors are tightly closed, early vigilance is enhanced. Pandu felt the pain in his wrists and feet healed. But the Goddess's watchful attitude made her curious.

“Why?”

Dewi Laya Bajramaya could not move, could barely breathe as suffocated as she used all her energy to slow down time and close its thicker dimensions.

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