The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Suluk Keenambelas Kusuma Dewi
I woke up this morning feeling different. There was a void within his chest cavity, but strangely at once there was also an innate sense of freedom.
He stretched and stretched all the muscles of his body that were formed with clay. From the dawn of time since Livy Tjandrawati woke up hysterically, she actually did not have time to close her eyes well. He wondered why the girl did not remember anything that had happened before. Before Livy Tjandrawati left, she could not explain what happened to her earlier this morning.
The sweet fragrance of Livy Tjandrawati was floating thinly off the surface of the mattress. Anggalarang still wake up, although there is fatigue in his eyes. For some reason, this different feeling made him a little excited.
Strange indeed. How astonishing.
The voidness within him clearly made him wonder, other than an unusual sense of loss. Or, is it really a sense of loss, or unaccustomed relief?
Sang Maung, the tiger has not been heard from for a long time. The sound of his growls and roars did not bother him in these few days. No protests and no bans. There are no rules, refutations, or orders.
Where are the animals hiding? Anggalarang.
In a different corner of the space arch, Kusuma Dewi also woke up that morning with a completely new feeling even to herself. Previously he was not good at gratitude, did not understand the definition even. But today, it feels like he wants to give thanks to ... I don't know who. Maybe demons. No matter the demon.
The snake did not feel inside his body. So also with a dark-skinned woman with a red chest, they are very similar to hers.
There was a void in the recesses of his soul inversely proportional to when both of them were residing there. Explosions of passion explode. Power blindly. Self-love is rampant.
For a while he did not feel the two entities behaving badly that made him help them hunt men. Are they ducking and holding back on preying on the soul, seeing that the two have just been helped out of the supernatural dimension where they are confined? Could be.
But look at him in front of the mirror. Who is that perfect woman? Even without the presence of the two supernatural beings, he was still beautiful and majestic.
Unclothed, Kusuma Dewi monitored and scanned the integrity of his body. Every finger of his body was beautifully painted. That beautiful skin bandaged the curves of the body without any harm. Monitor his face. The sharpness of the gaze, the deadly smile and the facial lines were full of charm as well as distress, making him feel complete and even.
Perhaps, perhaps, the two astral entities that were settling into her heart had actually helped her realize her identity and pry out her hidden potential. Was he really this charming all this time? Thought Kusuma Goddess.
Whatever it was, Kusuma Dewi felt steady and did not stutter. He no longer needs to wail, even ready to go against the world in a galloping step. Let anyone gasp at him expectantly.
The two supernatural beings in his body only asked for a tumbal, a tormented soul to be weeded and harvested. He also benefited from the pleasure. However, as agreed, Anggalarang would be his. Kusuma Dewi did not mind how much power inside him was to touch the soul of the man who fucked him. Importantly and foremost, the soul and body of the man will be enslaved by him and by him himself.
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Anggalarang saw Kusuma Dewi come to the cafeteria shining, dazzling anyone who saw it. A pair of straight legs, a straight cone smooth wrapped in white marble outside the skirt span and a pair of chest fall full like a papaya curly nan that might not not provoke passion.
Kusuma Dewi sat at an office cafeteria table, deep into the inside. Enough to give time for the girl to spread a charm that makes anyone who sees and notices in slow motion mode gaped. His formal long-sleeved shirt was too tightly clung to his curves. Every step taken was the inner torment of men who were amazed not ashamed.
Anggalarang is not so. He had been stunned and fascinated with Kusuma Dewi for a long time, long before people noticed the change of the girl. Even when no one talks about the self of a Kusuma Goddess, Anggalarang has dreamed of every charm, although then the tiger with its white fur disperse its shadow.
Then came Anggalarang on this day. The Maung who lives off the food of trauma, anger, hate and vengeance is not home. Anggalarang did not know where the figure was, and he did not want to know.
If not now, not at all.
With confidence, Anggalarang walked closer to the seat of Kusuma Dewi. From the corner of her eyes, Kusuma Dewi herself could see the figure of the man she adored all this time was walking towards her. He did not know what Anggalarang would do, but his heart had already soared with excitement.
"Excuse me. Sorry, you are Kusuma Dewi, ‘kan?" the greeting of Anggalarang was slow but clearly heard.
Kusuma Dewi raised her perfectly shaped head. His pair of eyes looked at meu full of charm towards Anggalarang. Sparks of flavor were strung up in the air as the two exchanged flavors. There is no tiger that forbids and forces Anggalarang to approach the girl, nor is there a snake that always charges the tumbal over any man who invites her to make a conversation in Kusuma Dewi.
"Yes, Mas. Right, I'm alone," said Kusuma Dewi calmly despite his heart rumbling violently. “What's up, yes?” continued.
"Come, ah ... I know it might sound strange and bother you. But, can I sit here?" anggalarang said do not feel the need to mince words. He had waited too long for this opportunity. For a Don Juan, a playboy and a player, to feel the trepidation of approaching a girl, is something that is both unacceptable and unacceptable. But that's what he feels now.
Kusuma Dewi smiled, so sweet. "Please, Mas. We ‘kan one office. After all I am at this table eating alone, so Mas can all accompany me," replied Kusuma Dewi. It sounded relaxed and calm, although the rumbling inside the chest of the girl could hardly be held back.
Every pair of eyes looked at the romance drama in the canteen. No one would protest if Anggalarang, the man who is popular with charm in the eyes of the women, wanted to approach any woman. Therefore, now there is clearly no hope for men against Kusuma Dewi if he is also interested in the Anggalarang. The two of them even looked so harmonious, only growing more envious.