THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
ANGGINI
“Aha... In fact a makeup girl! Deserve shy to show yourself..!”
rangga Geblek said with a big laugh.
looking at the purple clothes that the girl was wearing immediately this young man recognized that the girl was a student child
King Tuak.
“Moleky girl, what are you stalking me from the hillside to the bottomless pit there.?” asked Rangga.
Suppose, the purple-clothed girl, didn't give an answer. His face was red from shame and disgust. Rangga Geblek laughed again and said:
“Maybe there contains a bad intent .... “
“Brother... a..aku..” Think it's nervous. What should he say to the young man?
“Did your teacher the King of Tuak also come with you at this time?
Perhaps you guys are also trying to frame me..?”
“Brothers hear..” says Anggini anyway. “I actually don't want to with all this..”.
“All this is what...?” cut Rangga Geblek.
Aggini biting lips.
“Your teacher is with you?”
“No...”
“Your teacher told you to stalk me?”
The girl nodded her head.
“Do you need your teacher to say that?”
Back Anggini biting lips.
“Has he not been satisfied with a little bit of fighting this afternoon.?”.
Aggini keep silencing. Yes, how should he tell the young man that his teacher told him to pursue and then try to be the young man's life partner? How he should explain all that!
He wanted to cry and run away from the young man. But to the King of Tuak this girl was so scared!
Swordsman Trident Death frowned. Suddenly his face became red, as red as the sky that was swept by the sunlight that wanted to sink at that time. He remembered the words of King Tuak who said that he was suitable to be the soul mate of his student! This young swordsman glanced at the purple-clothed girl. Anggini egg longitude and molecular. His skin was yellow and his body pieces were eye-catching. But business
soul mate where this young man thinks up to it. There's no memory of him getting that far. Even the heavy obligation that his teacher had placed on his shoulders, the debt of life
a thousand-carat revenge against Suranyawa aka Mahesa Jenar to this day is still not paid off! It hasn't been done yet!
Rangga Geblek stood up from his seat. He saw the purple-clothed girl immediately and then reverberated his laughter.
“Saudari... does this stalking have anything to do with the words of your teacher the King of Tuak?”
Paras Anggini is getting red. “So I told you.. I'm not really happy with all this. But teacher forced me..”.
“Forcing how?!”
“Say I have to chase you until I can. If it doesn't work, don't go back to the hermitage. He said again I should... should..” Assume that you cannot continue his words.
“I think your teacher is crazy! At least a quarter of crazyl”
Although Anggini did not like to run what King Tuak ordered but heard the name of his teacher was reviled so this girl became angry.
“Do not despise my teacher, brother!” snapped it.
Rangga Geblek scratching his head. “Ah... teachers and students alike!” this word youth. “If your teacher told you to eat a glass and drink poison, would you also follow his words.?!”
“My teacher isn't that crazy!” sniffed the girl.
“I didn't say your teacher was crazy, but crazy!” the Rangga Geblek.
“One more time you dare insult my teacher, I slap your mouth!” mencam Anggini's.
Rangga Geblek let out a whistling sound! “Your teacher is crazy!” said again.
Anggini has witnessed the greatness of silat and the height of the magic of the Trident of Death when the battle took place in the Nagreg gorge a moment ago.
From there he was able to conclude that even his teacher would not necessarily be able to defeat the young man so easily. But at that time his anxiety could not be held back anymore. His right hand moved quickly. Instead Rangga Geblek even angs cheek to face!
“Plaak!”
The slap landed on Rangga Geblek's cheek. This young man laughed.
“How soft your fingers are stroking my cheeks.” he said with a close eye. “Come, slap once more... twice more... three more times.... as you please..!”.
Rangga waited but the next slap did not come and this young man opened his eyes 'back. He saw Anggini standing with the nose of the fireworks deflated the growl that clocked his chest.
The Trident of Death laughed. “Why not want a slap?” tanyanya cynic.
Because of the continued popularity of Anggini so curious. He immediately opened a purple scarf wrapped around his waist that had a large hinge.
“Eh... This sister of yours does she want to undress in front of me?” asked Rangga Geblek while flickering with a cherry.
“Low youth accept this saddle of mine!” anggini.
His right hand moved. The end of the shawl rotated the cleavage and sluggishly towards the head of Rangga Geblek. The scarf is made of fine fabric. When the object is moving slowly it means that it is being flowed by a smooth flow of energy. And Rangga knows that sometimes subtle-energy is more dangerous than the gross energy outside of which looks great.
This young man did not want to welcome the contortion of the shawl. He shifted both legs and kept his head away. Still laughing he mocked:
“Saudari, your dance is great! Is this also from your teacher you learned?!”
Alleged Trident Death Quarter is indeed appropriate. If he tries to fill the shrill scarf then with a quick jolt Anggini will pull the scarf and slide the tip into the eyes of the young man. This is actually not yet the provision of Rangga Geblek will be beaten just like that. But such is the fact that sometimes subtle and gentle science must be faced with subtlety and tenderness as well.
Seeing the young man slide his legs away but still with a mocking attitude then now Anggini fox game shawl. Like a dragon the purple scarf was swerving and
pecked over here. And now only Rangga faced it with rudeness anyway.
“Saudari, your shawl game is to be admired!” praising the Swordsman of the Trident of Death. “But not enough if you attack me like this. Me...” Rangga's speech was cut off by Anggini's clash.
“Close your mouth young cherry! Look scarf!”
The tip of the purple scarf very suddenly pecked towards Rangga's left eye. Double laughing this young man bowed his head
to evade. Since then even though he faced the attacks of the opponent in a rude way but actually the Swordsman of the Trident of Death kept on taking an evasive attitude. But when Rangga dodged, in that second also the end of the shawl very quickly down and engulf the neck!
Half the phrase Swordsman Trident of Death quickly use the left hand to flick the end of the shawl but this can not do because simultaneously Anggini send a puncture of two fingertips left hand to the left chest Stifling.
So great is this attack that when viewed from above it is synchronous with the attack of the shawl earlier, then a pair of attacks Anggini is like a large scissor
who will crush the young man's body and neck!
“Ah... ah... good, great sister! It's no use being a disciple of the King of Tuak!” praising Rangga.
His left hand had to be stretched to wait for the finger prick of the opponent's hand. Anggini who knew that the power in the young man was much higher than him canceled the attack instead his right hand was ready to jerk the purple scarf whose tip had engulfed half of Rangga Geblek's neck.
The Death Trident Swordsman quickly angs his neck to the face to loosen the shawl so that even if the second is jerked, the jolt will not harm him. Then with his right hand, he quickly robbed the middle of the shawl!
Suppose you can not see at all the speed of the right hand of the opponent who ambushed his weapon. He only knew all of a sudden how his shawl became stiffened and drawn to the face!
A moment knowing that his shawl got held by the opponent surprised this girl, but also very curious. Dibetotnya shawl but where want Rangga Gebelek release,
instead, this young man pulled the shawl so that Anggini's body little by little, step by step was attracted to him.
Anggini cursing in the heart.
“Hail my silver nails, low man!” snarl the girl.
Once he moved his left hand then a dozen objects that were half-sticky, nail-shaped and silver-white whizzed towards Rangga Geblek. Due to distance
they were so close apart that these twelve secret weapons were extremely dangerous to the safety of the young man. Anggini himself suddenly felt sorry to give up the secret weapon because he was worried that the young man could not be kinked or retraced, because did not his teacher have advised that the young man was suitable to be his soul mate...?!
Instead, the attacked is calm. Even whistling with his left hand. Eight silver spikes fell to the ground while the other four were avoided by twisting slightly to the side.
If he felt sorry to attack the young man with his secret weapon then now that the young man managed to save himself, Anggini again became curious.
“Ah, did not expect a makeup girl like this so fierce!” rangga Geblek said.
He jumped to the side. Making a one-round move, and before Anggini came down to the ground, the two girls legs were already involved in his own shawl!
Make him stand staggeringly unable to step!
Rangga laughed in a fit of laughter.
“Come, why stop ferociously?” tanyanya scoffing.
Because until now Anggini still holds the other end of his shawl so quickly he can open it again. This girl's blood is red. His eyes flashed looking at Rangga Geblek, instead the Trident of Death swore with a winkling cherry!
“What other weapons are you going to put out?!” ask Rangga.
“Detach my saddle!” scream Anggini.
Rangga just laughed.
“Release!” yelled at the girl again. He tried to jerk the shawl but Rangga held it tightly. If it is pulled hard, the cloth scarf will be torn.
Upset and anxious at last by stomping Anggini's feet remove his shawl, turn the body and run behind a large rock. Here weep that girl.
“Heh... why so cry?” rangga asked as he stepped up and came behind a boulder. This young man is scratching his head.
Then he said: “Saudari, look, it's already dusk. Instead you go back to your teacher's place! Otherwise you will pervert on a dark night!”
“I don't want to go back! Can't go back to the hermitage!” answer Anggini among the cries.
“Why not? Why can't you?”
“My teacher will be angry!”
“Anged why?” ask Rangga again.
“Already.... already! You don't know!” And Anggini's cries are getting louder.
“Then if you don't want to go back to your teacher's place, will you stay here?!”
“Do not care about me! Let me be unfortunate enough to cross no need to bother! Get out of here you..!” Anggini wiped his eyes and cheeks.
“There is no need to speak so loudly, Sister. There is no hostility between us. This is all because of your crazy-brained teacher!”
“Do not insult my teacher!” hardik Anggini's.
“You're a good student. Obey the teacher and also respect But unfortunately you also act also do not use a healthy mind. Now that is, go back to your teacher's hermitage before the day becomes night.”.
“No!”
Rangga Geblek stepped behind Anggini. Funny pity he felt at the time. Finally this young man said also: “This is your scarf. If you practice a lot you must be a great girl.”.
Rangga then attached the purple scarf on the girl's shoulder. When he looked up at the sky he saw that the stars had sprung up and the crescent moon was visible
the clouds behind.
“Already night...” hiss this youth. Then he looked at the girl standing in front of him with that back.
“Go quickly, sister. You'll be on the road tonight..”.
Consider the head shake. “My teacher will be angry... will be angry if I come back.... “
“Then it is not necessary to go back..” said Rangga Geblek.
“I will not return..” Anggini said anyway.
“Hem... and where are you going?”
“What's your business wondering?”
“Ah..” Rangga laughing. He stepped in front of the girl. Then he held the shoulder of Anggini. The girl immediately opened the hand. But his body was already hunted by a strange feeling that roiled to the bottom of his heart. He could not hold his hand on that shoulder.
“Saudari, listen..” said Rangga anyway.
His hand was still holding the girl's shoulder and even squeezed her gently.
“In the relationship of teacher and student, however, you must return to the hermitage. You can't take your own road. If you don't come back your teacher will be very angry. You will definitely be punished!”
“But how can I possibly go back? Can't be brother.., you don't know..”.
“What do I not know?” ask Rangga.
It's impossible for Anggini to say it frankly. But also a word from his mouth: “If I must return said my teacher..
Rangga laughing. His laughing voice echoed in the cold desolate area at the beginning of the night.
“Saudari...what's your name?” asked Rangga Geblek.
And because the girl had just quietly squeezed her shoulder then Rangga's hand now slid to the cheek, stroking the cheek that was still not dry with those tears. The jolting sensation of the girl's chest is now harder than before. Again, he could not shake the hand that caressed him
that's. Subjugated head.
“What's your name, sister..?” ask Rangga again.
“Engine,” replied the girl slowly.
“Name is good..name,” praise Swordsman Trident of Death and his hands are getting daring to caress the face of Anggini.
“Listen Anggini, parents like your teacher do like it
talk digressing. Now you just go back to the hermitage and tell me that you didn't manage to chase or meet me. End thing. Or if you don't just tell me you've been
meet me in a lifeless state in the abyss of Nagreg!”
“I can't lie.. If I lie he always knows!” anggini says.
“Wah berabe like this!” said Pendekar Trisula Maut with a scratch of the head. He thought about what he would do. If the girl left alone there, neither could her heart. This young man took a deep breath. Finally he invited the girl to sit on a flat stone. The wilderness area where they were at that time was all foreign to him. Maybe up to hundreds of spears even thousands of spear trips have not met the houses of the inhabitants.
Was he and the girl forced to stay in that place tonight?
The wind blowing from the crevices of the tapered rocks filled the place.
“Cold..?” whispered Swordsman Trident Death.
Anggini. And the left hand of the Swordsman Trident of Death moved behind the girl's back to then embrace Anggini's shoulder. The atmosphere turned warm. And for some
for a long time they didn't talk.
Rangga broke the silence. “If you don't want to go back to the hermitage and I can't leave you alone then we have to spend the night here. Wait a minute for me
will find a good place...”.
“Let's go... “ says Anggini. He placed his right hand on the thigh of the Trident of Death and looked up into the sky.
“Sunny sky,” says Rangga. “If it rains later, it is. we are the fucking ones... !”.
Suppose laugh. That sweet laugh. Heart of Trident Swordsman Death is very cold. And tightened his embrace. Then with how dare this warrior tickle the nape of the si
girl with her nose.
“Don't be so ah...” says Anggini wriggling keelian. But his body and nape were not kept away.
That night Rangga Geblek deliberately did not make a fireplace. He was worried that the flames would only invite the coming of unwanted things. Especially if that
coming it was the King Tuak. Although it was cold, even though they were just lying behind that black boulder and weighing the vast sky yet their bodies were located
the close proximity gives each other warmth.
The Trident of Death remembered one night
he was alone in a lake in the middle of a rice field with Nilamsuri. Tonight is not the same as the night before. There was a girl beside him. But against Anggini, the Trident of Death still has a long and healthy mind: Although at that time Anggini had been lying down to give all his body for him and indeed almost every part of Anggini's body was touched by the Swordsman Trident of Death, but to do further
this young man does not want to. The virgin's body was like warm embers, her hands reaching Rangga's back and her thighs were softly soared. But the Trident of Death only covered the body, only shrinking his wet lips, only kissing his haggard eyes but hiding the overflowing desire.