The Angkara Murka
The Warrior Book of the Verses of Limabelas
Bandi resisted the tongue's confusion and stiffness of his jaw as hard as he could.
"Bec ... Very big," he finally answered.
"Then, in exchange, what would you give to get it?" the woman spoke again. His soft voice with the impression of a spoiled and flirtatious youth but mixed with a firm charisma, as well as evil, cunning and terrible it subdues Bandi mercilessly.
"Belg ... Aaku .. Will give anything," said Bandi like without thinking again.
"You want to give me your soul and spirit as my slave?"
Bandi skin bristles. The hair on his body stood up. His blood rippled much faster than when he ran from the immune young man who had brutally killed all his men.
The girl giggled, then laughed loosely, making Bandi even more breathing because her heart seemed to want to explode pumping blood so fast.
"You won't only rule over people, Bandi. But also their souls. Many will bow to you. You can do whatever you want much easier. Money is no longer valuable to you. In addition, you will no longer be frightened ... On anything!"
The figure raised both of his arms, showing off a pair of flawless smooth armpits. Dancing in front of Bandi.
"You want this body? Can you use it whenever you want?"
"Aaa..can I make love to you?" reply Bandi stammered.
"As long as I can get your soul and spirit? Sure thing!" the figure again wrapped his body with the most erotic movements that Bandi had never seen and imagined before.
Bandi's brain is completely dead-end. But in a fraction of a second, his mind goes back far into the past: in his childhood, adolescence, in the army, his dismissal, the course of his crime career to the present. Everything requires the greatest achievement to make his life complete.
The figure was like successfully reading his mind. "You don't mind working with a demon like me to achieve your goal, do you? You just have to say 'yes', then your life will change. You'll be the strongest on the island, Bandi. If you are intelligent and want to follow my wishes, you can even rule this country, the land of people if your greed can you keep," the girl laughed with satisfaction.
Both of Bandi's hands were raised without being ordered to approach the girl's dense chest pair and cupped her there.
The girl stopped swaying and looked sharply at Bandi's eyes, "Say 'yes', Bandi!"
Bandi felt two warm bumps on both palms in real. His spirit peaked, piercing through his crown, continuously flying into space.
"Yes! Yep! I want to give up my soul and spirit for you, my girl!" said Bandi clear and loud. He squeezed the two chunks of meat in his hand violently.
The girl tightened her body to Bandi. His tongue poked around the tongue of Bandi who replied to him with unstoppable passion.
Bandi felt she was rolling around with the girl, blowing her lust wildly.
But actually, if there are other people who see it with both normal eyes, it looks Bandi just make love to himself. There's nobody in that barn. Only Bandi smelled the air and rubbed the lower part of the body between the base of her thighs with both hands so excitedly.
Almost a week after the departure of Satria Piningit back to Kalimantan, the four members of Chess Angkara still gathered together. They have not really been able to decide what steps they will take because the four feel that the evil force is still shadowing the path of their lives.
Each of them experienced various kinds of mystery pieces that were clamoring for completion. Each is still groping and gathering in silence, although sparks of language flow as part of their non-verbal communication.
Meanwhile, Anggalarang provides its apartment as a temporary basecamp. The fireiness and facilities in his apartment are of above average quality that makes all living very comfortable.
He himself has obviously been out, or rather removed, from his place of work. However, his saved money is well unsuspecting, still very enough to finance his life. The problem of moving back to work or residence, it's another matter again.
Wong Ayu is still working online. As a seasoned journalist, what and how things are, he still plays his role as the ink coolie well.
Sarti, with his hundreds of years of life, treasures were no longer valuable items to him. Either stored where the money flows like water every time he needs it. It could be said, Sarti was the richest among them. Worse, if you want to be kidnapped and forced to explain all the types of property obtained and stockpiled during his hundreds of years of life, maybe Sarti is the richest man in the republic.
But he looked down on treasure. Money is not his primary need. He just used the money to help him carry out all his missions.
"Sarti, did you keep all your money in your burrow? If so, it means the saying people are wrong actually. They say that the treasure is not brought to death" Soemantri Soekrasana said.
Sarti looked at the young shaman, "You want to try to die to see all my treasures?"
Wong Ayu and Anggalarang chuckled.
Indeed, Soemantri Soekrasana felt himself to be the poorest among the four of them. Right now, he really only pocketed a few sheets of banknotes.
Anggalarang suddenly embraces the shoulder of Soemantri Soekrasana. "You're coming with me. I have something you need to know" he said kindly and friendly.
Actually there is indeed a drastic change in the drama of the lives of these four human children in the last few days. There was secretly a certain kind of inner bond that they had never felt before, of course other than the magical bond that kept them together.
Wong Ayu, a magical woman who has a mysterious and dark background, turns out to get a mirror on Sarti. The woman he should consider as an ancestor can act as an equal figure and his age.
Not infrequently the two talked about the history in which Sarti was involved. As a journalist, Wong Ayu has the qualities of mindset and intellect necessary to carry on the conversation.
Sarti also often views his three new colleagues as points that when connected will have meaning, not like other humans who are worthless crumbs in his long life.
"So you really don't understand that Soemantri has a taste for you?" one day Sarti asked.
Wong Ayu almost choked upon hearing the question. He was sipping coffee at a coffeeshop while working on a job report on his notebook.
"I don't know what to answer, Sarti," Wong Ayu said with a laugh. At that time Sarti was just grunting, not believing women whose age was ripe was not understanding about this kind of romance and romance.