The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Thirteenth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Anggalarang groaning slowly. His head was dizzy tremendously, his brain was like being squeezed by using steel fingers. His eyes are back open. In fact, the absence of the tiger in his body is the same as producing excessive worry and anxiety. How can he sleep like this?
Days like this, it takes a woman's warm embrace to make her head wane. A Queenie would have been able to caress him with maturity. Anggalarang remember once the way Jenar Keswari spoiled and caressed her. Adult women do offer a beautiful way full of patience and patience before both really enter the main menu. Jenar Keswari the Queenie will stroke her hair slowly and stick her face to a pair of chests without cover, making Anggalarang feel more and more convulsed until slowly the warmth comes and turns into a sense of hot tempest.
Or, maybe when his head is so sick like this, even the boredom of Livy Tjandrawati and Jenni Tan, two girls who are both white clouds and as smooth as marble that can make the air of his room become hot flutter lust. Livy Tjnadrawati, who has long legs and a slender body, makes their love game so stylish. The light body of the girl is easily lifted, mounted, stretched, even folded to get different sensations of pleasure.
He also likes to play with Jenni Tan. Anggalarang knows that Jenni Tan is envious, jealous and feels Livy Tjnadrawati is her rival. Angalarang let the mind is fertile in the heart and soul of Jenni Tan because as a result, Jenni Tan will play love more wild, more satisfying and all-out, especially because it knows Anggalarang after spending the night with the rival in a hotel or in his own apartment.
Maybe when making love with such active will make himself sweaty, tired and satisfied so that he can rest peacefully in his sleep.
Or ... Kusuma Goddess? Yeah, what's it like to struggle with sweating with such a beautiful woman?
Suddenly his body jerks. He even creeps when thinking about the name Kusuma Dewi. The shadow of the girl's face and body clung tightly to the surface of her memory. The way the girl looked around, the way she walked, and even the way she tied her reddish hair, left Anggalarang speechless. A strange feeling ran through his nerves and his chunks of muscle.
But even when thinking of the women including Kusuma Dewi though, the warmth he wanted was never coming. The alcohol and the tiger's absence have led him into a dark past.
His guard over those memories was finally saggy.
Three eleven-year-old boys, alternately spun, sometimes simultaneously by the King of Wisesa in a small room, cramped, musty smell and dimly lit. Violence for the sake of violence afflicts their bodies and hearts, destroying hope for the sake of hope until they feel reluctant again to live.
She cried like she was a child. Any pain floating on his head, rubbing against his skin, piercing his flesh and hammering his heart couldn't go away until now. Only anger and resentment in the form of a tiger figure was able to release him from this endless heartache. The cold nights he spent alone in childhood after escaping from the pedophile's clutches were silenced by the warmth of the beautifully wriggling naked bodies of all the women who were enchanted by him without know what he's been through all this time.
Being afflicted in the pain in his head it made the inner eyes of Anggalarang suddenly open wide. They can see what is invisible to the naked eye.
The figure of Kusuma Dewi walked closer towards Anggalarang. Her beautifully notched and majestic body was clad in a sleeveless gray canal, while the bottom hung slightly below the thigh, showing off her pale white beautiful skin.
Anggalarang's tears still flowed down from the tip of her eyes due to the attack of memories that left her forever injured. His body was still so weak, like a tree that was uprooted from the ground and earth where it grew.
With her long thin fingers pale skinned, Kusuma Dewi wiped the tears of Anggalarang. "Forget it all, Anggalarang. Leave all. There I am here. You can feel the warmth from my body, as you want, as you would from those women," said Kusuma Dewi slowly. His voice was full of temptation, passion and confidence.
Anggalarang does not know Kusuma Dewi. However, he did not lie, of all the women he had slept with to absorb his warmth, Kusuma Dewi was the one he had always wanted more than anyone. Maybe once he wants to exchange the satisfaction of making love with ten girls for one time just having sex with Kusuma Dewi the goddess.
Anggalarang stared and noticed the face of Kusuma Dewi from behind the mystery. Anggalarang sniff and smell its charm from the ins and outs of secrets.
The Maung banned him for a long time. The tiger scolded him and prevented him from approaching the girl.
But now, miraculously, the tiger was lost to go somewhere, and strangely, Kusuma Dewi was present nearby, giving and surrendering himself in one piece. What else does he want? Thought you were in a state of excitement the feelings present in him.
Orggalarang trying to smile.
The tiger appeared like a whip. Ferocious growling, savage roars. Anggalarang gasped, but not because of the emergence of the Maung so fast and sudden, but the effect produced on Kusuma Dewi.
The figure of Kusuma Dewi was pushed backwards because the tiger showed off its teeth and fangs threateningly. His sight threatened to go to Kusuma Dewi.
As a result, the pale white skin of Kusuma's face, arms and legs was torn apart by an array of greenish sparkling scales that penetrated out from within his body. Before long both legs are attached, clinging together, rounded, elongated, forming the body and tail of a large snake.
Anggalarang is now being extraordinarily surprised. He tried to move back and away from the figure of Kusuma Dewi who was changing shape, but his body did not move at all. It is stiff and feels like it is being paved on the surface of the earth.
In front of him there, in addition to the tiger who was ready to pounce, the figure of Kusuma Dewi masuh continued to roll and break. The tail of the snake continued to lengthen and curl. The beautiful face of Kusuma Dewi is still there, but has a thick animal face compared to humane. His pair of snake eyes looked at Anggalarang and locked her sharp and strong as if she would never let go again.
Kusuma Dewi stood high into the sky with the body of half the snake, while from the stomach up, the dandy of his body was still clearly visible. However, what is the use of the body's poke if then Kusuma Dewi even darted forward like a giant snake ready to peck its prey.