THE HEIR
ATHENA GODDESS 2
The goddess left alone with Tiana. Herman actually took his daughter off. She hugged the Goddess and kissed her.
"You're good, son. Do not forget to pray and do not be arrogant. Remember your brother's words, there's a sky above,"
The goddess nodded, the teenage girl drowned in her mother's warm embrace. Don't ask Herman where he is. Early in the morning he and Kean had gone out of town.
Kean really caught the attention of the most dear old man there. Satrio's gone because Virgou told him to go with Pablo and Gomesh.
Dewi leaves together with Tiana, the driver takes them to Bram's private airport. When Virgou and Bram arrive, Bart and Kanya attend.
"Daddy, Grandpa, Grandpa, Oma?" The goddess smiled broadly.
The girl was immediately in Virgou's arms. The man who shaped it too. Of course, as a mobster who definitely knows how one's talent.
"Daddy coming?" Virgou just smiled hearing the Goddess question.
The goddess whines spoiled. Kanya kissed the most powerful and courageous girl in making her own decisions.
"You're different from the other kids, baby. Grandpa wants you to be Grandpa's successor too!" bram.
"Just son, I've nominated him to be CEO of my company Pa!" broken Virgou.
"He'll be my BlackAngel successor!' continued firmly.
"Fucking kid. You want to make him a mafia like you?!' bart shouted annoyed.
"Yes .. He has to be the strongest. All my children are strong, but the Goddess is my hope to continue the movement of the underground world" Virgou explained.
"Athena BlackAngel!" he continued while pinning the name of the black world daughter of his uncle Terra.
The goddess smiled, she would indeed plunge directly into the world that raised the name of one of her proud men.
"Goddess wants to be like Daddy and Dad!" says firmly.
Tiana who was nearby had goosebumps when Dewi said her wish. Just this time an aura was so powerful and so domineering he felt.
"Daddy just wants you to be yourself baby" said Virgou softly.
The girl left on a private plane with Tiana. Bart pats Virgou on the shoulder.
"Boy .. we follow yuk!' bring him.
"Tea!' virgou Fist.
"Follow!" between a pair of elderly husband and wife.
"G ... Oma do not be .. later cry when the Goddess hit again!" ban Virgou while sneering.
"Nanat sisilan!" furious Kanya.
Virgou laughingly got that squash. Eventually the four men followed the Goddess to Russia.
Arriving in the Soviet Union's breakaway country that day has been night. Dewi and Tiana were greeted by the Indonesian deputy ambassador. They were taken to a two-star hotel.
Do not expect the best facilities, Dewi only as a participant who is not championed even with his own people. That girl was like raising a flag alone in someone's house.
"Sister!" call him Tiana.
"Yes Miss Baby!" The goddess clucked at the call.
"Son't have to prove it to your dad, if you're okay without him!" said Dewi firmly.
"Sister just needs him as a marriage guardian" he continued.
"Can? Father ... eum .. means Mr. Pram does not want to know and does not want to be disturbed even if married later. Brother was told to find a guardian, "tiana asked.
"Ah ... Then just relax!" sahut Goddess.
He took the new guard. The body of the Goddess was indeed shorter than Tiana. But the attitude and character of the Goddess who mature because he is a Bu'lek.
Arrive at a hotel that is far from luxurious. They came down and were then left alone by the ambassador.
"Is this his service?" The goddess laughed softly at the question of her bodyguard.
After they checked in. Dewi salat isya who almost left behind and he slept.
At 09:00 local both went to a building. It turned out that it was not only the Goddess who stayed at the hotel but some other contingents were just as likely to lose.
They arrived at a large building with various art attractions. Tiana is registered as the coach of the Goddess. Because Dewi did register as an independent team or just alone without lifting one particular Dojo.
Up inside, they sat in rows of chairs. The unguarded group of countries is in the back row.
"Good morning to all the martial arts players of the world! Welcome to the show of pure combat ranked one and only martial master!" the host of the event is of course in Russian.
The host athletes are at the forefront of the line-up with the strongest groups, such as China, Korea and also America and Europe.
The goddess is at the very back with other middle eastern countries as well as Africa.
"Hi!' greet one of the participants next to the Goddess.
"Hi!" sahut Goddess.
"Where are you from?" ask the male participant.
"I'm from Indonesia, how about you?" the Goddess replied at once.
"I'm from west Africa!" answer the man.
"Really?" ask the goddess not to believe.
"Why? You wonder Africans are white?" ask the handsome young man. (Othor change language to Indonesian language yes).
"Yes .. with your green eyes? I can't believe you're from Africa!" reply Goddess.
The young man looked at the girl who was very interested in him. The Aura of the Goddess was so strong even though it sat with them. Several times the camera even highlighted her beautiful face.
The event continued with a meal together. Again the team from the country that is not lined up is in the row of the worst view, even though it remains in one building.
"Ck .. did we really lose?" decak upset some contingent of participants.
"That's the goal!' sahut Goddess.
Everyone looked at the Goddess. They wondered why the Goddess could say that.
"What ... do you smell some veiled cheating here?" ask one of the tall women.
"of course!' goddess Noddling.
"They pressed us mentally from the beginning to give up because it was not considered at all!" continued.
Everyone listened to the girl seriously. Goddess certainly uses the common language of English. Some clueless participants use the translation tools provided.
"Ah .. I'm sure of it!' other lawyers agree.
"We are pressed by sitting in the backmost order! Just look at the excitement from afar and placed in a hotel that is far from the impression of luxury!" continued.
"I'm staying at the inn!" knock one of the participants.
All laughing softly, they suddenly strengthened one and the other.
"Well let it be. We put up an incredible fight. Even if we lose, but they won't win easily!" sahut Clark, Zimbabwean participant.
The man in pitch black reminded the Goddess of one of the companions of the Prophet Shalallahu alaihi wa salam, Bilal bin Rabah al-Habasyi.
"Later tonight we fight. Lose without face or lose with pride!" smith again.
"Don't be so motivated!" the Goddess disagreed.
"Come face to face, go home and bring a trophy!" continuing spirit.
"Let's fight to the last blood point!" another one again.
All stack their palms. Then both raised up and shouted.
"We won!"
seriated.
Come face, go home and bring the cup!
bravo baby Dew!
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