TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
S3 - 002

TIKZ 3 [Meeting to You]

002 - HIS EYES SAY A MILLION SENTENCES

Udelia raised her hands as high as she could.

The woman was in the middle of the crowd. Pay attention to the driver who is explaining each historical object he shows.

Udelia, as a member of the design team at her company, was looking for a suitable reference, in order to make an app as similar as possible to the actual story.

"Yes, brother?" sahut.

"I heard the Mahapatih Mada visualization painted here. Can you see it?" udelia asked with hopeful eyes.

For a long time Udelia wanted to see the appearance of the legendary Mahapatih.

The painting, which is said to resemble ninety percent of the most secret relics of the state, should only be seen by the chosen ones.

On this special visit, Udelia hopes to get special permission to see the legendary mahapatih painting.

"Sister is less fortunate. There's a meeting this week."

The wrinkle in the guide's eyes was evident as he smiled. The middle-aged woman also regretted that guests in particular could not see the legendary painting.

Udelia often came to historical places, the guide memorized Udelia's face.

It was clear he would give Udelia permission, if there was no busyness in that very secret room.

"Oh like that.."

Udelia resigned with luck that was not on her side. He cannot impose his will.

"But later the sister can see it there when the meeting is over." said the guide gave a fresh breeze to the guest who had stolen his attention.

Udelia glanced at the large, bustling pendopo. The time of his arrival is not right to see the historic thing.

The woman with a red bar and a plain black top set her feet following the guide and entourage, away from the pendopo filled with important people.

"Ehh?!!!" udelia was surprised.

His hand was suddenly pulled by a large, muscular arm.

The big hand pulled him gently, but hurriedly.

Udelia's steps became stumbling. He had to run small to match the big and wide steps of the offender.

Udelia looked at her hand that was being pulled. The large hand that was coiling in his hand, felt familiar to him.

The owner of the hand was a man wearing clothes like those of the ancients.

Wearing a pull to cover the lower part of his body, while the upper part of his body is not covered with cloth, but attached various types of beautiful jewelry.

A bare-chested man wandered about without shame, making the faces of Udelia's comrades painted a reddish tinge.

They rarely see people wearing costumes to such an extent.

Usually people who wear costumes, will add cuffs that are similar in color to the skin color.

Until he was completely bare-chested, did the man want to show his amazingly perfect proportions?

The curves of the body are like prints. His muscles are prominent on the sides that are not excessive. His stomach is boxy.

The women held saliva in their mouth space, so as not to drip shamefully.

The body is too beautiful.

Udelia smiled stiffly. He is not used to being the center of attention.

Her tiny, free hand reached into the bag, picked up a flat object and handed it to someone who ran over.

"Sena, get me a picture" Udelia said to her cousin who was running around worriedly.

Udelia must be worried too, when she saw her brother being pulled by an unknown person.

Udelia took off her hand slowly from the hand of the man, who was wearing a royal Maja dress.

The man looked reluctant to what Udelia was doing.

Fusena looked flat with enlarged pupils at the old-fashioned clothed man, who completed his jewelry from head to toe.

Fusena remained motionless, but her eyes said a million words.

Some people get goosebumps because of Fusena's drawn eyes.

But the stranger looked back at Fusena.

Both eyes are inevitable.

Perhaps they would have really clashed, if Udelia's voice did not distract them.

"Fluene?" call Udelia because Fusena didn't answer her request.

Not usually his cousin is ignorant of him. Always the cousin complied with his request, without asking why.

This time, the man was silent not paying attention to him, his eyes constantly watching the man in ancient clothes.

Is Fusena going to beat up that foreign man for acting so brazen?

Udelia hoped her cousin wouldn't cause trouble.

They are in a historic place that must be guarded sacredness.

Fusena smiled gently at Udelia. He grabbed Udelia's mobile phone.

"Good, mbak. Ready-to-prepared. I'm counting down."

Fusena took Udelia's phone and activated the camera. Udelia approached the old-fashioned man in costume and stood straight beside him, keeping her distance.

The man looked at Udelia without blinking. The focus does not lead to the camera. He looked at Udelia's face.

Make that woman, a little uncomfortable.

Fusena smiled obliquely as Udelia's phone had tilted in position and was ready to take a picture.

The ancient man, forever will only be an ancient man.

"Three... Two... One..."

Fusena snaps at the smiling Udelia facing the camera, with the man beside her constantly turning his face towards Udelia.

"thank you. Cosplay is great!"

"I also want a picture of dong." said the girl near the man in costume.

"(Master Mada. Please the banquet will begin.)"

"Ooh so Mahapatih's cosplay?"

Although the girl did not understand the subtle Javanese language, she understood that Mada was a name, a surname of the legendary Mahapatih.

"What's his name?"

"Djaja isn't the?"

"You didn't learn history?"

Fusena deftly took Udelia away from the crowd of girls, who were scrambling to take pictures with a handsome and dashing young man.

He kept Udelia away from the man who kept staring at them.

"Mbakyu if anyone does so, just slap it" advises Fusena.

"His heart was so, but his face was pitiful. Kaya was so sad," Udelia explained why she didn't slap the brash guy on her.

After all, they were in a public place, it was possible that the man just wanted to make a living with the shared photo capital.

Giving out a piece of red paper, isn't it more than enough?

That guy must be feeling a little relieved, right?

"EHMS. Tourists are invited to gather at this point, we will continue to tour!"

The guide stared intently at the noisy girls one by one, just because he wanted to take a picture with a handsome man.

Don't know, where is the shame of them all?

Shouting and scrambling, just for a piece of photography with a stranger they don't know.

"Remember my words? There will be per.te.mu.an here, please do not interfere," stressed the guide stressed the word of the meeting, so that the guests remember and understand.

The girls smiled with clumsy faces. They gradually moved away from the costumed man and continued to travel around where they had not been.

"(Lord Djahan Mada, please. It's all ready.)"

Djahan, the handsome 'costumed' man, swept his eyes all over the place. Looking for the woman he was chasing.

The woman disappeared so quickly, while the big meeting she had, was already about to begin.

She, Djahan Mada, Mahapatih Bhumi Maja, who somehow appears in the world of her target woman.

A very different world with a big and powerful place.

Hold meetings to awaken his power, in order to provide a comfortable place for his women, such as when they meet in his world, a distant world.

"(Find the woman.)"

"(Good, Master.)"

Udelia put on the helmet in annoyance. Fusena is not just pulling him out of the crowd. His cousin pulled him into the parking lot.

He told her to go home, like a fierce mother. Not giving Udelia a chance to return to the tourist troupe to track historical places, according to the brochure she bought.

"If I'm busy, can I go alone?!" omelette Udelia.

"Miss, please wait a minute!!" shouted the group guide Udelia.

"Mbakyu, come!" Fusena could not wait to take Udelia away from that place.

"Just a second!" Udelia Sentak.

His words held back the movement of Fusena who was about to turn the motor key.

The guide who called Udelia was a professional at her job, so many historical places were guided by her and she was able to explain all the places in detail.

Where Udelia could lose the chance to get on good terms with such a person!

"Yes? What's up, ma'am?" asked Udelia while smiling.

"We want to give the exclusive time to see the painting today to the lady. We're very pleased with the enthusiasm, miss."

"It's a pity I have business, ma'am. Sorry, sorry.."

Udelia cupped her hands together and slightly bowed her body. Wanted him to go see the painting, but his cousin's gaze was deadly.

Fusena closes his coffee shop on a busy weekend, only to ensure Udelia's safety in visiting a historic place a fair distance from where she lives.

How could Udelia let her adorable cousin go home alone?

Udelia is not.

"Please don't call miss .. it's a bit high" Udelia continued.

"W-Well, can you leave Miss's number?" pinta.

Udelia tore the paper on the breastplate she was carrying, she scribbled a row of numbers on it.

"Please" said Udelia, giving a piece of paper containing her mobile number.

"Thank you, miss." The driver received with glassy eyes.

"Mbakyu, come!" Fusena raised her voice.

Fusena growled. Want to take Udelia away from that place. The motor is turned on. He patted the passenger seat very hard.

"See you, ma'am!" pamit Udelia while riding a motorcycle, so that her cousin does not get angry.

Perhaps his cousin had a sudden rush.

Udelia will try to understand, although a little annoyed at not being able to follow the event until the end.

"Be careful on the road." said the guide.

"Let's.." Udelia smiled slightly.

"Yes, let's." replied the driver, along with a small smile.

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