Srikandi Tanah Pasundan
The Torture That Makes Horror

Sari told him what steps Saka should take after bringing help to join the court of Putra Ganendra. Sari made sure Saka understood and understood before he finally resigned. He and Doni have to go east to see an old friend.

Sari intends to ask for help from an old friend to help him monitor the movement of Airlangga. The friend he accidentally finds during his fight against Rara. Agus Sir.

Given the considerable distance, Sari asked for a small favor from Saka to lend her a car as well as her personal driver.

"You sure we're leaving? Saka could be in need of our help?" Doni asked unsure of Sari's choice.

"Hhm, just calm down I can still keep Saka from afar. Airlangga will not be rash to attack directly. He was still quite weak after his long sleep," Sari replied without looking at Doni's face.

"Why? You doubt, fear?" ask Doni to make sure.

"No, with my strength now and Saka's help you and of course Mika I'm sure I can beat him. But ...," Sari replied with a slight hesitation.

"But?" Doni curious.

"I, um .. I don't know," 

Sari's eyes warmed up, slowly clear circles flowed down. He just reneged on her words. Fear immediately ambushed him. The traumatic event 15 years ago seemed to turn back in his brain.

Doni held her in his arms. Gently rubbed Sari's back and pecked at the top of her head.

"Calm down, I'm here. You are no longer alone. Me and the others will fight with you,"

Sari again sobbed and increasingly tightened her embrace. Drowning in Doni's soothing embrace. 

What Doni said is true the situation is different now. Sari had a strength she kept training. Not just martial arts but magic. Doni was arguably experiencing rapid development, Bayu really helped him master witchcraft.

Not to mention some of the gentleness they gathered, they swore allegiance to Sari and Doni. Those softeners could be used against the demon army of Airlangga. But Sari is still a woman as in general. His heart is also weak and needs a backrest when tired of whack.

If he lost Bagas in the past, now he is very afraid to lose Doni. A person who has been part of his rib cage for a dozen years.

"Don't be afraid, I promise we'll win! And it will definitely happen, please help Gusti Prince. It is only to Him that we surrender Sar. The effort is necessary, the hope is there but the end result we leave to Him,"

Sari nodded slowly, and let Doni comfort her. At a time like this, he needed Doni. Love for him.

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The journey to Trowulan is slightly hampered by congestion on one of the district roads. The car that Sari was riding only walked a meter further before finally stopping again.

"What the hell is up ahead? A wreck?" ask Sari wonder.

"Not knowing this is mbak, maybe it is also clearly not a flood because here from the hot weather," replied mas Pras Saka's personal driver.

"Most accidents, do you know the eternal fog?" Doni said while watching the road outside the car.

A strange aura ambushed the couple immediately. Naughty softened aura. Sari and Doni look at each other, their sensitivity to the soft air makes both of them often uncomfortable being somewhere.

"Did you think the same thing?" tanya Sari followed by a nod of Doni's head.

"Something odd is playing with the human nature," Doni again circulates his gaze out of the car.

Congestion is still happening, the weather is hot enough to make anyone trapped easily ignited emotions. The night is getting late, the clock shows at two in the morning.

The traffic jam has not yet broken down. Several truck drivers and bus conductors appeared to come down and complain. It is not usually the case like this. 

"But late to the pol!" grumbled one of the bus drivers who came down because he was tired.

"Yes, the same I can also cut this can not be overtime if late!" The other timpal.

Because the vehicle did not move at all Sari and Doni decided to get out of the car for a moment straighten the achy waist on the way. All of you check the existence of the annoying naughty air.

Sari's beautiful face immediately became an interesting sight for other drivers,

"Wiiih there is a good view, mayan for drowsiness!" knock one of the drivers with his perverted face.

Doni's face reddened, he was annoyed with the celebutukan included in the abuse category. He almost approached the driver but Sari immediately pulled his hand.

"No need to make a storm! There's something more important!"

Doni who was still upset just glanced cynically at the perverted driver who kept looking towards Sari.

"Udah!" Sari's hands scooped on Doni's face.

"Look at me and stay with me beb! Look towards 9 o'clock!" Sari continued her words.

(look at me and stay with me, baby!)

Doni immediately looked in the direction in question. Suddenly his eyes fell in disbelief. The figure of a creepy soft catfish was cool to fly across from one tree to another.

Sometimes he even stopped to cross to the roof of a car that was stuck in traffic. The blood drops smelled of rancid and also foul smelled by the nose of Sari and Doni.

A pale face with a gaping scar on his left cheek added to the gaunt appearance of the softness. His protruding eyes twisted to the right and left with his tongue slightly outstretched.

The figure of a terrible soft man who only appeared as a head without a body flew to and fro as if he was looking for something.

Oh my God, has anyone lost a head?