Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 15 | Seven Angels

"HMM.. The smell is beginning to smell." Mr. Linggih ran hunting.

A few hundred steps later he stopped. Increasingly stinging.

A piece of gray scarf_that was wrapped around the neck_expressed over the palm of the hand. From inside the slit of the shirt bag, Mr. Linggih took out a small bottle. Seen fine powder colored magenta leaking out through the muzzle of the bottle sprinkling the scarf. Compound powder consisting of a kind of gunpowder mixture saltpeter (KNO), sadir and ether. Neutralizing the damaging effects of various poisons, including the evil air of the flower Juju Wungu. There was another preparation, Mr. Linggih grabbed a small pitcher on the right waist side, then dipped the water inside. From the blink of his eyes and the frown of his forehead, the taste of the water was definitely very unpleasant. Acid vinegar, spices, and samsu combined into one, the taste is no longer enough 'funny'. Wrong rules of use can be stricken with constipation for days. "Aargha! So hot!" Also when going to cover half his face with a scarf, looks reluctance to do so. His nose moved as if he wanted to jump. But there was no other choice for him this time.

The same scenery, as facing Randu, is now right in front of Mr. Linggih. However, his determination was already unanimous. The old man step by step broke through the rows of orange flowering plants.

"Damn it," yelled Mr. Linggih suddenly. His left arm hit the broken stalk. Lymph sticks to the skin. This fluid can cause skin tissue damage, in the form of burns accompanied by itching and spicy.

The goal here is to find Randu, discomfort due to toxic sap is not ignored. Sometimes love can beat everything.

The entire park has been explored, but the Randu has yet to be found. Mr. Linggih only found traces that gave uncertain hope. Desperation began to approach, Mr. Linggih was very frustrated. "Raaanduu...! Panduuuuu...!!!" It screams so loud. A tiger would probably retreat when faced with this person. "Oh no! He did find this place. I know exactly what consequences it can have..."

"Randu, may your wish not be a bad thing. Imagination that arises as your desire, son..," said Mr. Linggih whispered as if hoping and can be heard by Randu.

"COME, handsome! Comein' here!" Persuade one of the angels. He looks all orange. Dress-like clothes full of well-knit brukat lace. Patterned short long arches that stick out. Between each other within a certain distance is limited to a string of fine scrolls. Creating a sweet and feminine style. While the edges are petal and small waves. And apparently, he was the most charming among the other seven, who were also both sitting spoiled, lazing on a peterana with a luxurious white saffra. The dome ceiling of the building that houses it is also no less beautiful. Magnificently, it looks very spacious, towering up to tens of meters. High artistic value. Almost every inch is crawled with classic and artistic carvings, like a palace in the days of the kingdom of Alexander the Great.

The stretcher is still not moving. His eyes were closed for the sake of beauty and beauty. Dandruff found only in wax statues—curvatures perfect above perfect—so real here. Smooth skin and white clear honey. The hairs were glittering and soft like silk; each was black, light green, white, purple, pink, orange and sea blue, the same color as the clothes they wore. Glassy goldfish eyeballs, beautifully round. Fresh wet lips of various colors that look natural. Not to mention all kinds of jewelry hanging on their seductive bodies and the fragrance of millions of types of scents.

Seeing the gelagat Randu still filled with doubt, the purple-clothed angel whispered something to the orange-clad angel.

"Come Randu!" persuade the orange prick again.

Randu. "Where does he know my name?" mumbling slowly.

Stretchers become months of surprise after surprise. For those who are not strong heart, will be unconscious before being able to enjoy all kinds of sensations.

UNDER the gaze of the moon, a human figure was moving with a sparkling sensation while bathed in silvery natural light. At a full time like today, the light is so mighty, yet still soothing. This dance has not been performed as an offering to the gods for a long time. Dances that are believed to calm the tantrums of storms, the overflow of volcanic anger, even as a protective shield of magical nature cunning. It is a ritual that is believed to bring back the lost, and vice versa, can make people disappear. Along with where he lives, his hometown will be invisible at all. Like a raib swallowed by air.

Nayu moved with her eyes closed, on the swing of small steps that occasionally jerk fiercely. She wore pink sampur - making her look more charming, sweet as sweet as she was, being a woman twice, making a man's mouth unable to say: 'do'. His fingers curled as if they were about to break. Guided by the call of the flute, the molecular body obediently follows the rhythm. Meanwhile, Bu Linggih chanted heartbreaking drum. Strange sentences, difficult language to understand. Sort of chanting a series of high-pitched spells. Sometimes there are parts that sound like just mumbling, rumbling. As if humming heart.

"...The crescent arch of the tempest, the orange lara do not doom to decay, the violet nan violet, my earth... umm... rargwrararmm...." Then scatter the rice grains into the ground. "God.., The God..."

"COME, RANDU. What else are you waiting for?" persuade several angels almost simultaneously.

The woods are so flirtatious. Randu is like a mighty idol. Coveted and coveted. Like a handsome prince in power. Everyone bent their knees in front of him. Covet himself to her. All the attraction they have, all deployed to get the attention of a Pandu.

Suddenly a voice called out to him, followed by the appearance of smog and sparkling white clouds. The voice of a woman, clear and still young. But it sounds bright and hopeful. "Randu.., don't let yourself fall into their arms. You'll be fucked later..."

The angels were surprised. And almost made them all jump back.

"Hey...! What's your business!?" sergah an angel with pink hair and dressed all pink. The most prominent on her was her sweet, ranum, calm pink and shiny wet-looking lips.

"Rampoo! Come quickly! Before it destroys your happiness that is before your eyes." The green-haired angel looked to start to worry. It seemed like that figure covered in light, was not something careless. It must be very powerful mandraguna, highly knowledgeable. It is fitting for angels to feel anxious and trepidated.

Feeling the situation getting more severe, the purple-haired angel immediately launched his action. He revealed a purple dress that covered both of his thighs that was very very smooth without any defects.

Randu gulped. His eyes. His blood rippled, raging. He is no longer strong to stem the desire to make love any longer. Then step closer.

"Rampoo...!" prevent the figure shrouded in white and glowing smog, "Don't, Randu! Don't...!"

The white smog figure seemed to be in a great rage. The light that enveloped him was increasingly shimmering, whitening the eyes and the entire room. The white smoke grew thicker and immediately rushed to the angels with a huge gust of wind, making things fly everywhere. And the dress worn by the angels hovered high, went up and down, fluttered to and fro in the whirlwind. They tried to turn away from that terrifying power, while covering their eyes, body, nostrils and ears. Among them, some seemed to be crying.

Slowly quiet. Not a single sound was heard. Suddenly, a copper glass fell to the floor.

The whole room looked chaotic. Various objects scattered uncharacteristically on the floor of clear white ceramics. Glasses, plates, jugs, kettle, water spills, silk napkins, and various dishes that were originally neatly arranged, now look like they have just been hit by a storm. The angels disappeared, leaving Randu A.

BESIDES the night beast, there was still a human wandering in the middle of the wilderness. Step by step through the darkness, looking for a way home. His thin body looks lunglai. It was as if a long trip had just been taken. Most likely, before arriving at the destination, he will soon be sprawled freely, among shrubs, gravel rocks, soil or pepasiran. Up to the worst possible chance; rest peacefully in the belly of a savage beast.

GELORA Nayu dance is getting crazy. He looked grimaced, tired, but tried to stay afloat. I don't know how much longer, the demonstration of something that looks like this ritual ceremony is over. Mr. Linggih and his wife seem to not care, they are each busy with their respective roles.

In a dying state, this one human hearing can still hear something calling him from ignorance. He hastened his steps. Draining the remaining energy. A dry night flutters a dedebuan who hits a pair of tired legs. Small plants to a bush that did not escape from the lunge, broken and lying resigned.

Stinged breath. His body was now completely unable to walk. But he had first found something. Could this be the destination? There were familiar sights and sounds; flutes, chanting, two middle-aged men and a young female dancer. Sandu smiled weakly. There was a hint of sincerity painted on his lips. "Hmm.. I really have lost my way back... amidst the demons!"

Nayu crashing to the ground. Instantly, that time also followed the end of the show Pak Linggih and Bu Srining.

Nayu's body sits limp with a typical sweet style of a woman. Both legs are aligned, knees are folded. Immediately he supported his tilted body with one half-bent left hand. Between the cracks of her hair that were unraveling forward, her eyes peeked looking straight at Randu sharply.

Ms. Srining nodded slowly, Mr. Linggih replied with a smile. Then the graceful old lady walked up to Randu. "Welcome home, Randu. my son."

"What are you doing here...?" asked Randu while smiling weakly. His face looks very tired. His eyes seemed to be extinguished soon. "It looks like I'm going to be on a special menu tonight." And finally lying unconscious.

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"I don't think you want to talk to me anymore..." Randu's eyes slightly stole a glance, then turned his attention right at the moment when Naju glanced at him.

Nayu has not commented yet.

"Say means dear" continued Randu. "Please don't get me wrong... Sweetheart here means more general, also more to the word auxiliary in association."

Nayu then smiled, but not in the direction of Randu, he looked straight ahead. The smile that made Randu feel ashamed. "What's wrong with honey, so it's hard for you to explain to me" said Nayu calmly.

This time Randu became confused, again revealing his innocent face.

"Saying is everyone's right, Randu...." Nayu was silent for a moment. Shade his gaze now, staring at the sky at the end of the twilight. What's wrong if you really love me...

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Glossaries

sadir: ammonia salt.

samsu: sugar cane water wine.

safrah: white fabric bed etc. for food mats, etc.

sampur : silk cloth etc. for shawl, belt etc.at when dancing.

ether: an organic compound